13 Blues For Thirteen Moons
A Silver Mt. Zion Lyrics


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Blackout at the terror trials
It's the 6th year of their wars
I'm pacing shotgun hallways while my fucking neighbour snores
But I swear I hear them cannon 6 miles out from shore
There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees
Singing « this one by proxy »
Singing « that one by gun »
Singing « this one in water »
Singing « that one in blood »

I live by the railroad
I don't get no sleep
Four corners resplendent
With indie rocks creeps
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
This bright boy's getting old
This town is too damn cold
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio

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The ec'nomics of our trembling selves
The palsied pit where bad hearts yell
Let it be done. Let it be soon...
13 blues for thirteen moons
You're gold of heart
And golden wings are lashed upon your troublings
This filthy moat
In which we swim
Is not our fate
These stubbornlimbs
These open hands
These wicked winds
The hearts of birds keep on thundering
Let it fall down. Man, let it be soon...
13 blues for thirteen moons

In gated chambers
They did meet
With cardboards stocking
Upon their feet
And tattled long
Their tattered road
And none did ease
No others load
The leaden lips
Of spittled gloom
Where leaders lunch
On meat and ruin
And depth and light
Have long been truant
While our nation's shores
Go on bleeding into
The ocean...
Let it fall down. And let it be soon...
13 blues for thirteen moons

The hangman's got a hard-on
The pretty minstrells sway
The pundit reeks of coffin
The banker rapes a maid
The hangman's got a hard-on
The pretty minstrells sway
The pundit reeks of coughin
The banker rapes a maid
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Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "13 Blues for Thirteen Moons" by A Silver Mt. Zion paint a dystopian picture of a world in turmoil, where the horrors of war and the corrupt actions of leaders have taken their toll on the lives of everyday people. The opening verse describes the singer's restless agitation in the face of the terror trials, which have been ongoing for six years. They hear the sound of cannons in the distance, and the image of ravens in the gun trees symbolizes the pervasive violence that surrounds them. The refrain "Singing 'this one by proxy,' singing 'that one by gun'" highlights the senseless, arbitrary nature of the killings that take place in war.


The next verse shifts to the singer's personal environment, focusing on their struggle to find meaning and connection in a world that is spiritually bankrupt. The repetition of "I just want some action" expresses their need for something to break the monotony and bring excitement to their life. The line "Four corners resplendent with indie rocks creeps" suggests a sense of alienation or disconnection from the young, music-focused scene in their town. The singer feels that they are getting older and time is passing them by.


The closing verse brings together the themes of political corruption and personal disillusionment. The image of "gated chambers" where "leaders lunch on meat and ruin" evokes a sense of exclusivity and detachment from the struggles of the common people. The lyrics allude to various types of oppression and exploitation, from the hangman's sexual perversion to the bankers' abuse of power. The repetition of "We will not sing at your damn parade" is a defiant declaration of resistance against the status quo.


Line by Line Meaning

Blackout at the terror trials
The absence of information or coverage during trials related to terrorism.


It's the 6th year of their wars
The wars that have been going on for six years that people are now becoming accustomed to.


I'm pacing shotgun hallways while my fucking neighbour snores
The singer is anxious about the nearby war while their neighbor is comfortable and unaware of the danger.


But I swear I hear them cannon 6 miles out from shore
The sounds of war are easily heard from the artist's location, which is roughly 6 miles away from the clash.


There's ravens in the gun trees
Birds of ill omen, preying on the instruments of war.


Singing « this one by proxy » Singing « that one by gun » Singing « this one in water » Singing « that one in blood »
The birds are singing different songs that are a reminder of the gruesome ways in which people are killed in war.


I live by the railroad I don't get no sleep Four corners resplendent with indie rocks creeps
The singer is annoyed by the noise and discomfort of living close to a railroad station and surrounded by noisy young people.


This bright boy's getting old This town is too damn cold
The artist is not as young as they used to be and finds their surroundings unfriendly.


No heroes on my radio
The artist feels there are no heroic deeds worth listening to on the radio.


The ec'nomics of our trembling selves The palsied pit where bad hearts yell Let it be done. Let it be soon... 13 blues for thirteen moons
The state of the world's precarious economy, the suffering of many broken-hearted people and the longing for change, as represented by the song's title.


You're gold of heart And golden wings are lashed upon your troublings
The singer acknowledges that the listener is a kind person with a beautiful soul, yet they are troubled.


This filthy moat In which we swim Is not our fate These stubbornlimbs These open hands These wicked winds
The troubled state of the world is not the fate we deserve, but we are still subject to it because of our physical limitations and the forces out of our control.


The hearts of birds keep on thundering Let it fall down. Man, let it be soon... 13 blues for thirteen moons
The metaphorical beating of bird hearts is a reminder of life's persistence, and the singer continues to call for change to come soon.


In gated chambers They did meet With cardboards stocking Upon their feet
Elitist people gather in exclusive chambers, trying to discuss and solve issues while pretending to be one of the masses.


And tattled long Their tattered road And none did ease No others load
Instead of easing other people's burdens or looking after others, these elitists spend time complaining together about their own struggles.


The leaden lips Of spittled gloom Where leaders lunch On meat and ruin And depth and light Have long been truant
Politicians and other leaders indulge themselves in destructive behavior, and the world is devoid of true depth and light because of their corruption.


While our nation's shores Go on bleeding into The ocean...
The problems of the nation are so severe that it feels as if the entire country is being bled into the ocean and lost forever.


The hangman's got a hard-on The pretty minstrells sway The pundit reeks of coffin The banker rapes a maid
The world is full of perverse pleasures in the midst of chaos and suffering as illustrated by the hangman, minstrels, pundit, and banker.


We-will-not-sing-at-your-damn-pa-rade
The singer is not willing to participate in or be part of the deception and coercion of those in power.




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