The beauty of music is its a dynamic language that can be interpreted in whatever way a person wants it to be, as is the case with this song. After reading the above entries, I can't help but think how narrowly I have thought of this song in my own head. Nevertheless, I have my own interpretation or translation if you will and it has more to do with how it makes me feel than what I think it means. Here goes...
Every time I hear this song it reminds me of my little sister. All my siblings are very close and my sister was the first to move away from the small town we grew up in. Its a shit town too. I was the second to live. We both reside in large cities in California and we both thrive on the hustle and bustle, the concrete jungle, the opportunities and new experiences that metropolitan areas provide. We privately joke about how visiting our hometown is like watching an old movie for the 200th time. Its familiar but quite boring. And, of course, all our family is still there and the occasions for reuniting there are few. But there is definitely a quietness of being that is somewhat soothing when you're home, something that you can't find anywhere else. Gonna get back to basics. There is a sense of being able to collect yourself at home, to escape. So, why did I come home, to this faithless town? I miss my sister because she represents home to me, like my two brothers also do. And being away from family can mess with your head if you are truly close to them. There is also a sense of defeat if you must, for reasons beyond your control, return home. Its a lifetime commitment, leaving or returning. And Mom is always there to recover the satellites, her kids, and to ask, 'When are you going to come down?' She watched and still watches as her babies drift violently away, all so we can find ourselves, to see ourselves in telescopes. And sometimes what we find is really fucked up...We are such crazy babies, little Monkey. And here again, is why I think of my sister, because on this same album, the song Monkey seems to be about the author's sister....and another song (?) has the lyrics..."Leave my sister alone. She is a flower." So, we look and look to discover who we truly are inside and out and believe that we don't need to be angels, or kings, or rich and powerful, but we are nothing if we are not this high...far above home, seeing it from a distance. And in the stream of time, this song repeats itself, the returning, the orbiting, the crashing, the relaunching, the coming down. I miss my sister.
The beauty of music is its a dynamic language that can be interpreted in whatever way a person wants it to be, as is the case with this song. After reading the above entries, I can't help but think how narrowly I have thought of this song in my own head. Nevertheless, I have my own interpretation or translation if you will and it has more to do with how it makes me feel than what I think it means. Here goes... Every time I hear this song it reminds me of my little sister. All my siblings are very close and my sister was the first to move away from the small town we grew up in. Its a shit town too. I was the second to live. We both reside in large cities in California and we both thrive on the hustle and bustle, the concrete jungle, the opportunities and new experiences that metropolitan areas provide. We privately joke about how visiting our hometown is like watching an old movie for the 200th time. Its familiar but quite boring. And, of course, all our family is still there and the occasions for reuniting there are few. But there is definitely a quietness of being that is somewhat soothing when you're home, something that you can't find anywhere else. Gonna get back to basics. There is a sense of being able to collect yourself at home, to escape. So, why did I come home, to this faithless town? I miss my sister because she represents home to me, like my two brothers also do. And being away from family can mess with your head if you are truly close to them. There is also a sense of defeat if you must, for reasons beyond your control, return home. Its a lifetime commitment, leaving or returning. And Mom is always there to recover the satellites, her kids, and to ask, 'When are you going to come down?' She watched and still watches as her babies drift violently away, all so we can find ourselves, to see ourselves in telescopes. And sometimes what we find is really fucked up...We are such crazy babies, little Monkey. And here again, is why I think of my sister, because on this same album, the song Monkey seems to be about the author's sister....and another song (?) has the lyrics..."Leave my sister alone. She is a flower." So, we look and look to discover who we truly are inside and out and believe that we don't need to be angels, or kings, or rich and powerful, but we are nothing if we are not this high...far above home, seeing it from a distance. And in the stream of time, this song repeats itself, the returning, the orbiting, the crashing, the relaunching, the coming down. I miss my sister.