Thumbs Touch Too Much
Devendra Banhart Lyrics


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If I were more like city girls
if I were more like city girls
If I were more like fancy girls
And thanks little bee, think of me
Here's four photographs
Just for laughs

My Miss Shipwreck sinks
Yes she sings
My Miss Pitchfork pinch
Yes she pinch
My Miss Sidewalk slips
Makes a mess, tickle flesh
When the night doesn't want you
And the sounds all surround you
And the steps to the temple
Are the breasts made of puddles

And if I were more like city girls




If I were more like fancy girls
And all my thumbs touch too much

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Devendra Banhart's song The Thumbs Touch Too Much seem to be exploring the themes of identity, societal norms, and the urban vs rural divide. The singer acknowledges that they are not like "city girls" or "fancy girls", suggesting a disconnect between their own identity and the expectations of society. The repetition of the line "if I were more like" highlights the pressure to conform and the inadequacy felt when failing to meet those standards.


The lines about the singer's "Miss Shipwreck", "Miss Pitchfork", and "Miss Sidewalk" seem to be referring to specific women in their life who embody certain qualities or experiences, such as sinking or slipping. These descriptions are somewhat metaphorical and cryptic, leaving the listener to interpret their meaning.


Towards the end of the song, the lyrics become more surreal and dreamlike, describing "breasts made of puddles" and the "steps to the temple". The overall effect of the song is a kind of disjointed, stream-of-consciousness meditation on identity and belonging.


Line by Line Meaning

If I were more like city girls
I am not like city girls


if I were more like city girls
I wish to be like city girls


If I were more like fancy girls
I am not like fancy girls


And thanks little bee, think of me
I show gratitude towards the little bee and hope it thinks of me


Here's four photographs
I have four photographs to share


Just for laughs
These photographs are just for fun


My Miss Shipwreck sinks
My girl, the shipwreck, is sinking


Yes she sings
Her singing complements the sinking scene


My Miss Pitchfork pinch
My girl, the pitchfork, pinches


Yes she pinch
She does so deliberately


My Miss Sidewalk slips
My girl, the sidewalk, slips


Makes a mess, tickle flesh
She falls down, causing commotion and some level of discomfort


When the night doesn't want you
The night is unwelcoming


And the sounds all surround you
The soundscape is engulfing you


And the steps to the temple
The pathway that leads to the temple


Are the breasts made of puddles
The pathway resembles breasts made of puddles


And if I were more like city girls
Again, I am not like city girls


If I were more like fancy girls
Again, I am not like fancy girls


And all my thumbs touch too much
I touch people a lot with my thumbs




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