The Theory of the crows is a bleak view of humanity, one subservient, self-serving, with all the potential to soar but caught in an endless system of feeding from trash cans and flattened carrion. The singer is in need of escape from this life, one that is recognizably killing him slowly and severing him from everything that really matters and is vital. Like a beautiful caged bird, his song is a lament for the state he finds himself surrounded by, yet feels unable to escape from: one that causes him to have self-recrimination, to doubt his own value and worth in this world. The aspirational dream-factory meccas of New York and Los Angeles become the symbolic geographies of the haves and have nots, where the crows gather to feed from the trash of those have, or have not. This is what crows have become to the singer, and this is his theory of their life, one where he is trying to reconcile the crow as a bird of nature, and the crow as a product of its man-made environment. But like all fucked up theories, it’s in need of something, or somebody, to prove it wrong.
The Theory of the crows is a bleak view of humanity, one subservient, self-serving, with all the potential to soar but caught in an endless system of feeding from trash cans and flattened carrion. The singer is in need of escape from this life, one that is recognizably killing him slowly and severing him from everything that really matters and is vital. Like a beautiful caged bird, his song is a lament for the state he finds himself surrounded by, yet feels unable to escape from: one that causes him to have self-recrimination, to doubt his own value and worth in this world. The aspirational dream-factory meccas of New York and Los Angeles become the symbolic geographies of the haves and have nots, where the crows gather to feed from the trash of those have, or have not. This is what crows have become to the singer, and this is his theory of their life, one where he is trying to reconcile the crow as a bird of nature, and the crow as a product of its man-made environment. But like all fucked up theories, it’s in need of something, or somebody, to prove it wrong.