In an interview with www.spinner.com, Sudol shared how she came up with the name "(I) had a bunch of books open on a table, "a fine frenzy" jumped off a page of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' [Shakespeare] and it was just right, though every now and then I wonder if it's a bit ... flowery."
Sudol developed the sound of A Fine Frenzy - hypnotic piano arrangements under classic American melody fused into irresistible, atmospheric songs with the power to reach around the world.
The second album, Bomb in a Birdcage, was released on 8 September 2009. A third album, Pines, was released in 2012.
A Fine Frenzy official site - www.afinefrenzy.com
Red Ribbon Foxes
A Fine Frenzy Lyrics
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There's snow on the bench
There's snow on the sleeping grave
And the crooked fence
And if you've been crying
With my hand on my chest
I swear I'll never tell
The town is aglow with lights
The carolers sing
You sister won't sleep tonight
For the morning brings
That old happy Christmas
You came here to find it
I did as well
For joy doesn't come in boxes
Nor peace in a heavy watch
Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught
But the search it never stops
The son of a holy man
You dream of the saints
So thin with your poet hands
And your eyes of flame
And I'd like to kiss you
Full on the mouth
I don't care if you tell
For love doesn't come in boxes
Nor truth in a crowded shop
Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught
But the search it never stops
For faith doesn't come in boxes
Nor God in your silver cross
Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught
But the search goes on and on
The search it never stops
The lyrics of A Fine Frenzy's song "Red Ribbon Foxes" are steeped in imagery and metaphor, and serve to convey a profound sense of longing and searching. The song begins with an image of snow on various objects, including a sleeping grave and a crooked fence. The singer of the song then acknowledges the possibility that the person they are singing to may have been crying, but swears to keep their secrets.
As the song progresses, the lyrics juxtapose the glitzy, commercial version of Christmas (with aglow town lights and carolers singing) with a deeper, more spiritual search for joy, peace, and love. The song speaks to an omnipresent search for these intangible qualities, encapsulated by the red ribbon foxes that prove elusive. The singer sings of the son of a holy man who dreams of saints, and professes a desire to kiss the person they are singing to, conveying a necessarily intimate connection in the search for love, truth, and faith.
Line by Line Meaning
There's snow on your collar, boy
You have snow on your collar.
There's snow on the bench
The bench has snow on it.
There's snow on the sleeping grave
The sleeping grave has snow on it.
And the crooked fence
In addition, the fence is crooked.
And if you've been crying
If you have been crying,
With my hand on my chest
I promise honestly,
I swear I'll never tell
I will never tell anyone.
The town is aglow with lights
The town is brightly illuminated.
The carolers sing
People are singing Christmas carols.
You sister won't sleep tonight
Your sister will have trouble sleeping tonight.
For the morning brings
This is because tomorrow is bringing
That old happy Christmas
The happiness of Christmas.
You came here to find it
You came here to find that happiness.
I did as well
So did I.
For joy doesn't come in boxes
You can't buy joy.
Nor peace in a heavy watch
Peace doesn't come from worrying.
Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught
It's not easy to find elusive aspects of life.
But the search it never stops
However, people keep searching anyway.
The son of a holy man
You are the son of a holy man.
You dream of the saints
You dream of saints.
So thin with your poet hands
Your hands are thin like a poet's.
And your eyes of flame
Your eyes are fiery.
And I'd like to kiss you
I want to kiss you deeply.
Full on the mouth
With passion.
I don't care if you tell
I don't mind if you tell anyone.
For love doesn't come in boxes
Love is not something that can be packaged.
Nor truth in a crowded shop
You won't find truth in busy places.
For faith doesn't come in boxes
You cannot find faith in a box.
Nor God in your silver cross
God is not only present in your silver cross.
But the search goes on and on
People continue to search for these things.
The search it never stops
The search for elusive things never stops.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ALISON SUDOL, ALISON LOREN SUDOL
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