Following the release of their first album "Believo!" in 2000, Calhoon left the band, and was replaced by Toko Yasuda on vocals and bass, and Matt Schulz on drums; with this line up, Enon released "High Society" in 2002.
Lee left the band, and Enon went on to release "Hocus Pocus" in 2003, and a collection of rare material entitled "Lost Marbles and Exploded Evidence" was released in 2005.
Enon performed on an October 2008 episode of Yo Gabba Gabba! titled "Robot".
In a May 2011 interview, after touring with Caribou for a good portion of 2010 and 2011, Schmersal confirmed the band "is pretty much over" with no plans to follow up on Grass Geysers...Carbon Clouds.
In 2011 and 2012, Toko Yasuda toured as a member of St. Vincent playing synth. She also released the album Parthenon under the name Plvs Vltra. Parthenon is her first solo album which features collaborations with Danny Ray Thompson of the Sun Ra Arkestra, Scott Allen of Thunderbirds Are Now!, Thomas Keville of Man Man, and John Schmersal, also of Enon, who produced the album.
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Sold!
Enon Lyrics
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Before an itchy trigger
That aims to plug into your energy
By means of crunching up
Some numbered figures
And hope you choose
From the names that get bought in a row
Doesn't work anymore,
You're just a name on the shelf,
And the colors amaze,
But they don't cover the lies.
Let's put some change into a broken meter.
Let's make a sickness with the remedy.
A hint of mint and then there's no more flavor,
Another bruise on the bulletin noseâ??
It doesn't hurt anymore,
It doesn't make it alright.
You're just a name on the shelf,
And the colors amaze,
But they don't cover the lies.
I get sold
It doesn't hurt anymore,
It doesn't mean it was right.
You're just a name on the shelf,
And the colors amaze,
But they don't cover the lies.
And you know I get sold;
It doesn't hurt anymore,
It doesn't mean it was right.
You're just a name on the shelf,
And the colors amaze,
But they don't cover the lies.
I can't remember the name, but I'm sold!
It doesn't hurt anymore,
It doesn't mean it was right.
You're just a name on the shelf,
And the colors amaze,
But they don't cover the lies.
The lyrics of Enon’s song “Sold!” shed light on the impact of consumerism and capitalism on our society. The idea of being sold suggests that individuals are merely commodities or products, traded and sold for the pleasure of the buyer, rather than seen as individuals with inherent value. The opening lyrics suggest an unquestioning acceptance of a system that aims to exploit others for gain, comparing it to an itchy trigger that plugs into one’s energy to extract profit. The use of numbers suggests that people are reduced to statistics, and that the system depends on categorizing individuals and selling them as products.
The lyrics suggest a sense of resignation, with the line “Doesn't work anymore, it doesn't make it alright.” This indicates that there is an understanding that the system is flawed, but a sense of hopelessness about changing it. The idea of being just “a name on the shelf” highlights the idea that individuals are interchangeable and disposable in a system that prioritizes profit over people. The idea of colors amaze, but they do not cover the lies suggests that individuals can be distracted by superficial elements of the system, rather than seeing the detrimental impact it has on their lives.
The chorus is a repetition of the phrase “I get sold,” which reiterates the idea that individuals are commodities, and that being sold is an accepted part of the system. The line “It doesn’t hurt anymore, it doesn’t mean it was right” suggests that individuals have become numb to the impact of the system on their lives, but this does not make it acceptable.
Line by Line Meaning
They're giving praise
They praise something
Before an itchy trigger
Before a dangerous situation
That aims to plug into your energy
That intends to take advantage of you
By means of crunching up
By using numbers
Some numbered figures
Some numerical values
And hope you choose
And wish you select
From the names that get bought in a row
From choices that have been purchased
Doesn't work anymore,
It doesn't work like it used to
It doesn't make it alright.
It doesn't make it acceptable
You're just a name on the shelf,
You are just a commodity
And the colors amaze,
And the different choices are impressive
But they don't cover the lies.
But they don't hide the truth
Let's put some change into a broken meter.
Let's make a new solution for a problem
Let's make a sickness with the remedy.
Let's create a new issue while solving another
A hint of mint and then there's no more flavor,
Something good at first, but loses its appeal
Another bruise on the bulletin noseâ??
Another setback or disappointment
It doesn't hurt anymore,
It doesn't hurt as much as it did
It doesn't make it alright.
It doesn't make it acceptable
You're just a name on the shelf,
You are just a commodity
And the colors amaze,
And the different choices are impressive
But they don't cover the lies.
But they don't hide the truth
I get sold
I get taken advantage of
And you know I get sold;
And you know I get taken advantage of
I can't remember the name, but I'm sold!
I don't even remember what I bought, but I got taken advantage of
It doesn't mean it was right.
It doesn't make it the correct thing to do
You're just a name on the shelf,
You are just a commodity
And the colors amaze,
And the different choices are impressive
But they don't cover the lies.
But they don't hide the truth
Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS
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Joel Johnson
on Knock That Door
Yup... just another good song by Enon. But wait! This song is an all-time great. I searched Enon on Spotify, and I knew all the top 5 most popular songs but this one. I knew and liked all the other top 5 Enon songs, so I just listened to this and didn't begin to regret it.
jerm
on Spanish Boots
Opportunity nooses than hang beyond the shade(?)
Machiavellian stooges that feign whatever's said
South Floridian ruses with nothing left to sell
Polynesian(?) amusements that fall under the spell
Having the same conversation,
The same hell
Then mainly for yourself
Oh it's the same kind of aim
At the game dealt
And mainly for yourself
For the better of your health
Vanished loot are the riches
That lay upon the breast
Spanish Boots for the witches
That kiss before the test
Gotta loom on the fixes
Bare waste and so severe
Minor shoots at the pieces
Lies burnt to stay, oh it's all so in vain
That it's the same conversation,
The same hell
Then mainly for yourself
Oh it's the same pile of names at the game,
Hell, then mainly for yourself
For the better of your health
Oh it's the same conversation,
The same hell
Then mainly for yourself
Oh it's the same pile of names at the game,
Hell, then mainly for yourself
Oh it's the same conversation,
The same hell
Then mainly for yourself
Oh it's the same pile of names at the game,
Hell, then mainly for yourself
For the better of your health