Into the Lapping Waves
Jack and Jill Lyrics
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We roll our bicycles down the hill
We never wondered about what came next
We never thought of our own free will
We'd sneak away to behind a row of trees
Smoke one stolen cigarette
We never got the sign that we knew what we were doing,
You run away and the memories slip away
You run away and the memories they slip away
Like a stream sliding in, into the lapping waves
Like a stream sliding in, into the lapping waves
Into the lapping waves
With the first freeze of winter
The school had left the sprinklers on
The grass became a field of icy spikes
Seen in the early light of dawn
The tule fog it curled around our hips
We looked away across the fields
At all the landscapes we imagined to be out there
And all the secrets they'd reveal
You run away and the memories slip away
You run away and the memories they slip away
Like a stream sliding in, into the lapping waves
Like a stream sliding in, into the lapping waves
Into the lapping waves
Now that the leaves have all fallen to the ground
Smell of December in the air
I'll bring you pomegranates from the tree in my front yard
We'll break them apart to share
The lyrics to "Into the Lapping Waves" by Jack and Jill paint a vivid picture of nostalgia and longing for the past. The song begins with the transition from summer to autumn, symbolized by the turning of leaves from green to auburn. Rolling bicycles down the hill suggests a carefree and innocent time in their lives. The mention of not wondering about the future or making choices freely implies a sense of naivety and living in the present moment.
The second verse reminisces about secret adventures behind a row of trees, smoking stolen cigarettes. The image of the brown spot on the filter tip signifies a shared experience and a sense of rebellion. The repetition of "you run away and the memories slip away" emphasizes the fleeting nature of memories, as they are easily lost or forgotten. The comparison to a stream sliding into the lapping waves suggests that memories can be carried away and blended into the vast expanse of time.
The final verse shifts to winter, with the school leaving the sprinklers on, resulting in icy spikes covering the grass. The tule fog adds an additional layer of atmosphere, creating a dreamy and mystical ambiance. Looking out across the fields, Jack and Jill imagine the unknown landscapes and the secrets they hold, symbolizing their longing for adventure and discovery.
The song concludes with a scene of the present, where the leaves have fallen and the smell of December fills the air. The act of breaking pomegranates apart to share represents a sense of togetherness and companionship in the face of the changing seasons.
Overall, "Into the Lapping Waves" portrays a bittersweet reflection on fleeting memories, the passage of time, and the yearning for connection and shared experiences.
Line by Line Meaning
Now that the summer turns to auburn leaves
Now that the vibrant summer transitions into the autumn season
We roll our bicycles down the hill
We joyfully ride our bikes downhill
We never wondered about what came next
We never pondered about the future
We never thought of our own free will
We never considered making independent choices
We'd sneak away to behind a row of trees
We would discreetly go to a secluded spot behind a line of trees
Smoke one stolen cigarette
Smoke a cigarette that we took without permission
We never got the sign that we knew what we were doing,
That brown spot on the filter tip
We never realized the evidence of our experience, indicated by the brown mark on the cigarette filter tip
You run away and the memories slip away
As you escape, the memories gradually fade
Like a stream sliding in, into the lapping waves
Similar to a stream seamlessly merging into calm, gentle waves
With the first freeze of winter
When winter's initial frost occurs
The school had left the sprinklers on
The school forgot to turn off the sprinklers
The grass became a field of icy spikes
The grass transformed into a frozen landscape of sharp spikes
Seen in the early light of dawn
Observed during the early morning's gentle illumination
The tule fog it curled around our hips
The dense fog wrapped itself around our bodies
We looked away across the fields
We gazed into the distance over the fields
At all the landscapes we imagined to be out there
Envisioning the various landscapes that might exist
And all the secrets they'd reveal
And the hidden knowledge they would uncover
Now that the leaves have all fallen to the ground
Now that all the leaves have descended to the earth
Smell of December in the air
The aroma of December permeates the surroundings
I'll bring you pomegranates from the tree in my front yard
I will bring you pomegranates harvested from the tree in my front yard
We'll break them apart to share
We will split them open to enjoy together
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Jane Thompson, Jonathan Segel, Russell Blackmar
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