House of Spirits
Faxed Head Lyrics


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House Of Spirits
Austrian nights, so cold and dank
Snow covered graves and frozen lakes
The voices of children and women croon
Bits of burned bone shaped like crescent moons

We bought glue to put our pieces together
It had no fumes -- it was a thick white paste
Instead we went to a local tavern
Where the Austrian spirits had a strange taste

Butterscotch drops and turpentine
We ate the paste but did not get high
Drunk on Stroh we stumbled sickly
One by one we vomit seperately

Our private prison to our house of spirits
No AA for me -- just glue and doom




This sort of life, no medals merit
Just to drink Stroh "80" in Austria soon

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Faxed Head's song House of Spirits captures a haunting and surreal atmosphere through vivid and unsettling imagery. The first two lines paint a picture of a desolate and ominous winter landscape, which is contrasted by the ethereal and haunting croons of children and women. The next line introduces the unsettling imagery of crescent moon-shaped burned bones, adding an even darker and macabre layer to the scene.


The second stanza shifts the focus to the singer and their experiences. They describe buying glue to put something together but being disappointed by its lack of fumes. Instead, they turn to the local tavern and indulge in the strange and unsettling spirits of Austria, including butterscotch drops and turpentine. However, the consumption does not lead to the expected high but only drunken sickness and vomiting.


The final lines bring the lyrics full circle, as the singer declares their life to be a private prison, consumed by glue and doomed to drink Stroh "80" alone in Austria. The overall effect of the lyrics is to create a sense of isolation, despair, and madness, conveyed through vivid and disturbing imagery.


Line by Line Meaning

Austrian nights, so cold and dank
The nights in Austria were very cold and humid


Snow covered graves and frozen lakes
The graves were buried in snow and the lakes were frozen


The voices of children and women croon
Children and women were singing


Bits of burned bone shaped like crescent moons
There were burnt bones that were shaped like crescent moons


We bought glue to put our pieces together
The artist and their companions bought glue to fix things


It had no fumes -- it was a thick white paste
The glue was odorless and looked like a heavy paste


Instead we went to a local tavern
They didn't use the glue, but went to a nearby bar


Where the Austrian spirits had a strange taste
The drinks served at the tavern had an unusual flavor


Butterscotch drops and turpentine
They had drinks that tasted like butterscotch and turpentine


We ate the paste but did not get high
They tried to eat the glue, but it didn't affect them in any way


Drunk on Stroh we stumbled sickly
They drank a lot of Stroh and felt sick


One by one we vomit seperately
Each person threw up on their own


Our private prison to our house of spirits
The bar became like a private prison, which they called their 'house of spirits'


No AA for me -- just glue and doom
The singer wasn't interested in AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) and was only interested in glue and misery


This sort of life, no medals merit
This way of life doesn't deserve any awards or praise


Just to drink Stroh "80" in Austria soon
The only thing that matters to them is to drink Stroh "80" in Austria as soon as possible




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