Bushels
Frog Eyes Lyrics
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At last a penny laugh who awoke
In the fourth course of the night
Oh when he stumbled to his wares
He said: I'll see you in the morning
And now the night night night night sails in the morning
He called his sister, he called his mother
He got his father, he scorned his mother
He was what the poor, got a mean mean mean mean
You don't die, you don't die, you don't sing sing sing sing
You don't utilize, eulogize your pains
Though there's a colony in song-oh oh oh oh...
Oh, though, though he had
l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled a
Fly off it's little wing, oh to give the
The birch birch back it's swing
Oh, though he had
l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled the
wings off a thousand feathered singing birds oh to give the
earth back it's string
Oh with his collared whip, with the echoing, with the haunted haunted hundred dollar ship
in the holocade, when they altercate in the motorcade with the shield you shade
Oh de-ar I'm proud of your gains
Now with the collared whip, with the vehicle, when you know you know you know you're full of shit
For the love, for the lives, for the black hood it pays you
I'll think off on your gains, Oh oh oh
Oh, though, though he had
l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled a
Fly off it's little wing, oh to give the
The birch birch back it's spring, oh oh oh
Oh, though, though he had
l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled a
Fly off it's little wing, oh to give the
The birch birch back it's spring, when he pulled a
Fly, oh offa little wing, oh to give the
Earth back it's radium swing, oh he pulled a
its a five thousand feathered radium wings oh to give give give
the birch back it's spring, oh he pulled a
Flies offa little wing wing wing wing, oh to give the
bir-ch back its swing, oh-oh-uh...
...it's got got to last
But the wheat wheat wheat's got got to last
London is cold, but the wheat wheat wheat's got got to last
When am I going to feel the sting of your sun?
I was a singer, I sang on your heart
I was a singer and I sang on your home...
The song "Bushels" by Frog Eyes is a complex and abstract piece that seems to delve into themes of loss, grief, guilt, and redemption. The first verse describes a man who has stumbled to his wares after a long night, and speaks of the night sailing away with its quotas and bales. The second verse speaks of a man calling his family and feeling mean-spirited towards his mother. The last few verses talk about someone pulling the wings off singing birds and flies to give the earth back its spring.
The song seems to be a commentary on the ways in which humans harm the natural world and each other, and the guilt and regret that can come with that realization. The repeated reference to giving the earth back its spring could be seen as a call to undo some of the damage that has been done. The line "for the love, for the lives, for the black hood it pays you" is particularly striking and could be interpreted as a critique of those who profit off of others' suffering.
Overall, "Bushels" is a deeply evocative and enigmatic song that seems to ask more questions than it answers. It is a testament to the power of music to inspire contemplation and reflection.
Line by Line Meaning
When he stumbled to his wares
When he finally got to his possessions
At last a penny laugh who awoke
Finally, he was able to laugh, even if it was a small one
In the fourth course of the night
Late into the night
Oh when he stumbled to his wares
Oh, when he finally got to his possessions
He said: I'll see you in the morning
He spoke to someone and said he'd see them in the morning
And now the night night night night sails in the morning
The night had passed and morning had come
With his quotas and his bales
With his goals and possessions
He called his sister, he called his mother
He contacted his family, including sister and mother
He got his father, he scorned his mother
He contacted his father, but criticized his mother
He was what the poor, got a mean mean mean mean
He was a selfish and cruel person
You don't die, you don't die, you don't sing sing sing sing
You cannot die or express yourself freely
You don't utilize, eulogize your pains
You don't use or celebrate your suffering
Though there's a colony in song-oh oh oh oh...
Even though there is a community of people who express themselves through music
Oh, though, though he had l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled a Fly off it's little wing, oh to give the The birch birch back it's swing
Despite having a lot of work to do, he took the time to help a small creature and restore balance to nature
Oh with his collared whip, with the echoing, with the haunted haunted hundred dollar ship in the holocade, when they altercate in the motorcade with the shield you shade
With his oppressive power and wealth, he defends himself and participates in conflicts
Oh de-ar I'm proud of your gains
Oh, my dear, I am proud of your material possessions
Now with the collared whip, with the vehicle, when you know you know you know you're full of shit
Even with power and wealth, you are still insincere and false
For the love, for the lives, for the black hood it pays you
You use love, life, and the struggles of the oppressed for personal gain
I'll think off on your gains, Oh oh oh
I will remember your material possessions
Fly offa little wing, oh to give the Earth back it's radium swing, oh he pulled a its a five thousand feathered radium wings oh to give give give the birch back it's spring, oh he pulled a Flies offa little wing wing wing wing, oh to give the bir-ch back its swing, oh-oh-uh...
He went to great lengths to restore balance to nature, even helping thousands of small creatures
...it's got got to last
Something needs to endure
But the wheat wheat wheat's got got to last
The wheat crop needs to last
London is cold, but the wheat wheat wheat's got got to last
Despite the cold weather in London, the wheat crop still needs to last
When am I going to feel the sting of your sun?
When will I experience the warmth and care from you?
I was a singer, I sang on your heart
I used to express myself and connect with you emotionally
I was a singer and I sang on your home...
I used to connect with your community and your way of life
Contributed by Alexander G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.