Laundry and Lasers
Guided by Voices Lyrics


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Northern eyes, I'd like to meet you on the dance floor
What was that?
Realistic men don't speak cliché
Whatever my still is this is still can get off
Meet me then, we'll take laundry and lasers

Is the magnet round your keys up
Take your trees up
Two much salt
Rectangle and snail's breath

Not so high into the sky
Should you pray then
Not so low your hands are held, you lay

A poor sonic furrow
That throws on the dirt spot
As dead as a death-ray
Snuck clean as a laser

Even though you mustn't know
I never met 'em
Even though you mustn't know
I feel disguised
Let's go eat the factory
Let's go run the new air
Watch beyond the northern eyes




And secret spy's
And realize much more

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Guided by Voices's song "Laundry and Lasers" are difficult to interpret in any concrete way. The song seems to be a collage of disconnected images, phrases, and ideas which don't necessarily form a coherent narrative. The first verse seems to address an unnamed person with "Northern eyes," expressing a desire to meet them on the dance floor. The singer then goes on to say that they don't want to use cliches and that they're not sure what their "still" is, but they want to get off with this person. The chorus mentions doing laundry and lasers but doesn't give any context for these activities.


Line by Line Meaning

Northern eyes, I'd like to meet you on the dance floor
I want to dance with you with your northern eyes


What was that?
What did you say?


Realistic men don't speak cliché
Men who are practical don't talk in overused phrases


Whatever my still is this is still can get off
No matter how stagnant things may seem, they can still change for the better


Meet me then, we'll take laundry and lasers
Let's get together and have some fun doing laundry and playing with lasers


Is the magnet round your keys up
Do you have a keychain with a magnet in it?


Take your trees up
Pick up your belongings


Two much salt
There is too much salt


Rectangle and snail's breath
A description of something indescribable


Not so high into the sky
Don't set your expectations too high


Should you pray then
If you feel like it, you can pray


Not so low your hands are held, you lay
Don't be so down that you don't do anything productive


A poor sonic furrow
A bad soundwave pattern


That throws on the dirt spot
That lands on the ground


As dead as a death-ray
Completely lifeless


Snuck clean as a laser
Moved quietly and effortlessly


Even though you mustn't know
Although you're not aware


I never met 'em
I've never met them


I feel disguised
I feel like I'm hiding something or pretending to be someone I'm not


Let's go eat the factory
Let's go out to eat at a restaurant


Let's go run the new air
Let's go outside and enjoy the fresh air


Watch beyond the northern eyes
Look beyond the surface level


And secret spy's
And clandestine operatives


And realize much more
And understand more deeply




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