A Poetic Retelling of an Unforgettable
Bright Eyes Lyrics


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The language in the dimmer rooms
Seems to represent the light source well
How soft they speak and seem to be at peace
With the music and the madness that is pulling me into this

And the shades of the lamps are woven red
The light, it stains and consecrates
Anointing all forgotten forms that swirl and smoke
And haunt this place

The girls in gowns all nurse the dark
Pulling it near to their swelling breasts
And watch as it seeps to their hearts
And beats within their virgin chests

And here I know seduction breeds
From wanton hearts that would seduce
And grows and spreads it's vine and leaves
Embracing those who might have moved

But now remain to drink the night from vials black and thick
With intoxicating delights would leave you drunk
Inside this dream
And you watch them take the light from you

And you find yourself on a velvet couch
Tasting the skin of a foreign girl
Her eyes are black and wet like oil
And she ties your hands with a string of pearls

And you tremble like a frightened bird
As she closes in and captures you to place you
In a silver cage deep within her poisoned womb
So once you're safe inside, she might let you out

To fly in circles around the room
But it's always night and there is no moon
And you wonder if you are still alive
And you're not sure if you want to be

But you drink her sweat like it was wine
And you lay with her on a bed of blue




And it's awful sweet
Like the fruit she cuts and feeds to you

Overall Meaning

The Bright Eyes song "A Poetic Retelling of an Unforgettable" tells the story of a narrator who finds themselves drawn into a mysterious and unsettling world. The room they find themselves in is dimly lit, with soft music and a sense of peace that belies the madness that lurks just beneath the surface. The language in the room seems to reflect the light source, and everything is bathed in shades of red that stain and consecrate the forgotten forms that haunt the place.


The girls in the room wear dark gowns and nurse the darkness, drawing it near to their hearts and letting it beat within their virgin chests. The singer is seduced by this world, even as they watch others fall prey to its charms. They find themselves on a velvet couch, tied up with strings of pearls and unsure if they are still alive. They drink the sweat of a foreign girl like wine and lay with her on a bed of blue, but are left wondering if they want to be alive at all.


Line by Line Meaning

The language in the dimmer rooms
The way people speak in darker, quieter places


Seems to represent the light source well
Is a good reflection of the source of the light


How soft they speak and seem to be at peace
The relaxed and calm tone they use


With the music and the madness that is pulling me into this
The music and chaos that is drawing me into this scene


And the shades of the lamps are woven red
The red coloring of the lampshades


The light, it stains and consecrates
The light has a powerful and sacred influence


Anointing all forgotten forms that swirl and smoke
Blessing the forgotten objects that move and dance


And haunt this place
That are haunting this place


The girls in gowns all nurse the dark
The girls in their dresses embrace the darkness


Pulling it near to their swelling breasts
Holding it close to their chest


And watch as it seeps to their hearts
As it seeps into their hearts


And beats within their virgin chests
And pounds within their pure hearts


And here I know seduction breeds
The environment here is breeding seduction


From wanton hearts that would seduce
From those who crave seduction


And grows and spreads it's vine and leaves
And it grows and spreads to others


Embracing those who might have moved
Enveloping those who might have left


But now remain to drink the night from vials black and thick
Now choosing to stay and indulge in the dark with vials in hand


With intoxicating delights would leave you drunk
With drinks that will intoxicate you and leave you in a daze


Inside this dream
Within this dreamlike state


And you watch them take the light from you
And you see them taking your light away from you


And you find yourself on a velvet couch
And suddenly you are on a soft couch


Tasting the skin of a foreign girl
Kissing the skin of a stranger


Her eyes are black and wet like oil
Her eyes are dark and shiny like oil


And she ties your hands with a string of pearls
And she restrains you with a pearl chain


And you tremble like a frightened bird
And you shake like a scared bird


As she closes in and captures you to place you
As she approaches and catches you


In a silver cage deep within her poisoned womb
In a silver cage inside her poisonous body


So once you're safe inside, she might let you out
So that when you are secure inside, she may let you go


To fly in circles around the room
To circle around the room


But it's always night and there is no moon
But it's always dark and there is no moonlight


And you wonder if you are still alive
And you question if you are alive


And you're not sure if you want to be
And you're not convinced you even want to be alive


But you drink her sweat like it was wine
But you savor her sweat like it is a fine wine


And you lay with her on a bed of blue
And you lie with her on a blue bed


And it's awful sweet
And it's sickeningly sweet


Like the fruit she cuts and feeds to you
Like the fruit she prepares and feeds you




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