Wayward And Parliament
Amy Millan Lyrics
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When the sun is done for the day
That's when the girls come by through the silver blinds
We'll watch the drinking, lie on the pavement
That's our sentiment
Down by the railway the bicycles are there
An apocalyptic fair for the alive
With their stainless steel wings on a 45
That plays our lullaby
The opening line "Man made moons, they go on, one by one" conveys the idea of human creation and the continuation of its progression. The "moons" are references to artificial light sources such as streetlights, which are created by man and continue to multiply, lighting up the night sky one by one. The following lines describe the time of day when the sun sets and the artificial lights take over as a group of girls make their way through the "silver blinds." The act of watching them through these blinds gives off a sense of voyeurism or a longing to be a part of their world.
The refrain of the song, "That's our sentiment," brings together the theme of looking in on the world outside and the detachment from it. The scene is then set around a railway where bicycles are present and people are gathered - a reference to a post-apocalyptic world perhaps. The messengers in the following line bring with them their "stainless steel wings on a 45," which could be interpreted as a symbol of power, precision, and authority. Lastly, the final line "that plays our lullaby" is a metaphorical way of conveying that in our current society, we are comforted by the dangers that we are presented with.
Line by Line Meaning
Man made moons, they go on, one by one
Streetlights turn on, lighting up the night one by one
When the sun is done for the day
When the day turns into night
That's when the girls come by through the silver blinds
Women walk by through the window blinds at night
We'll watch the drinking, lie on the pavement
We'll observe people drinking and sit on the ground
That's our sentiment
This is how we feel about this moment
Down by the railway the bicycles are there
By the railroad tracks, there are bicycles
An apocalyptic fair for the alive
It feels like a carnival for those living in a post-apocalyptic world
It's a sign, the messengers they bring
The people at the carnival bring a message
With their stainless steel wings on a 45
With their motorcycles and guns
That plays our lullaby
That creates the soundtrack to our night
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: AMY MILLAN
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