Codeseven was formed in 1995 as a melodic hardcore band in Winston-Salem, N… Read Full Bio ↴Codeseven was formed in 1995 as a melodic hardcore band in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. Their first release, A Sense of Coalition gained popularity on college radio stations for an intense cover of Don Henley's "The Boys of Summer" (not to be confused with the Ataris' cover of the same song that became a mainstream radio hit years later). With subsequent releases Division of Labor and The Rescue, the band continually became less aggressive and more melodic, eventually abandoning their hardcore roots in favor of progressive, experimental space rock, much as Cave In had done. Their final album, Dancing Echoes/Dead Sounds was released in 2004 on Equal Vision. In 2005, the band broke up in order to pursue different opportunities. 2010-2011 saw their reformation for a few reunion shows, but the band has no plans to get back together permanently. Members have gone on to join bands such as Echo Crush and Motorist.

Sod Within the Hill
Codeseven Lyrics

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Were it not for your nervous nature you would'be become icon you would've become an image healing wounds with words you tell me these are the hymns that free me when I am enslaved you tell me you've written your stories about anyone but me tell me the fable again about when the bell rings and the angel gets his wings or the sod in the mound it's amazing again how you could lie and I would swear it the truth and it's your turn so spit the words out of your mouth into my hands tell me the fable again about when the bell rings and the angel gets his wings or the sod in the mound stories of the quiet moments before each storm long tall tale your getting used to disguising the truth now there's a cold that comes from the distance that's like the waiting for the grass to grow or my rival in this bloody battle a war of holding out and dying all my friends say this riddle may be the answer your stories the riddles set sail fables your long tall tale I wish I could follow long with you spit the words out of your mouth
Tell a lie make it come true.

Overall Meaning

The song "Sod Within The Hills" by Codeseven is a reflection on the power of storytelling and the importance of conveying truth through words. The lyrics address someone who has a gift for writing and telling stories, but also struggles with dishonesty and concealing the truth. The opening line, "Were it not for your nervous nature you would've become an icon," suggests that the person being addressed has potential to be great but is held back by their own anxieties.

The lyrics go on to describe the stories this person tells as "hymns that free" the singer when they are feeling trapped. However, there is a sense that these stories are not entirely truthful or that they are deliberately crafted to exclude the singer. The line "tell me the fable again about when the bell rings and the angel gets his wings or the sod in the mound" implies that the stories are either mythological in nature or are figurative representations of something else entirely.

The singer states that they want to follow along with the storyteller's tales, even if they are not entirely truthful. This suggests a sense of longing for escape from reality or a desire to be transported by the power of storytelling. The final line "tell a lie make it come true" reinforces the idea that there is something compelling about even false stories, and that they have the power to influence reality in unexpected ways.

Line by Line Meaning

Were it not for your nervous nature you would'be become icon you would've become an image healing wounds with words
If it weren't for your anxiety, you could have been an influential figure, using your words to heal people's emotional wounds and leaving a lasting impact.

you tell me these are the hymns that free me when I am enslaved
You say that your songs are what liberate you from feeling trapped and confined in your own mind and life.

you tell me you've written your stories about anyone but me
You confess to writing stories about other people rather than yourself, leaving yourself out of the narrative.

tell me the fable again about when the bell rings and the angel gets his wings or the sod in the mound
Recite the story once more about the bell ringing and the angel earning its wings, or the tale of soil that comes from the hills.

it's amazing again how you could lie and I would swear it the truth
I am in awe of your ability to lie convincingly, making me believe your words are true.

and it's your turn so spit the words out of your mouth into my hands
Now it's your time to speak, so tell me what's on your mind and say it directly to me.

stories of the quiet moments before each storm
The tales you tell are about the seemingly peaceful times before chaos and turmoil arise.

long tall tale your getting used to disguising the truth
Your stories have become increasingly fictionalized as you've grown accustomed to hiding the reality of events.

now there's a cold that comes from the distance that's like the waiting for the grass to grow
A chilling feeling haunts us as we await an uncertain future, similar to the patience necessary for watching the growth of grass.

or my rival in this bloody battle a war of holding out and dying
I am engaged in a bitter conflict with my adversary, neither of us willing to surrender until our last breath.

all my friends say this riddle may be the answer
My close companions suggest that the cryptic puzzle you've presented may hold the solution to our problems.

your stories the riddles set sail fables your long tall tale I wish I could follow long with you
Your stories resemble enigmas that transport us to other worlds, and I long to be swept away into them.

spit the words out of your mouth
Speak directly and honestly, without holding back or sugarcoating anything.

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