The Golden Wooden Tone
Josephine Foster Lyrics


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Throw away my food

And find a dish of stone

Perhaps I would be fuller

If I started at the bone.
Blow away the leaves

The reeds will cease to moan

For they are but fetters

Of the golden wooden tone!

I have ate the rose,

And now am served weed!

Expect the sun to treasure dust

As substitute for seed?

But which will carve my stomach least

And paint my lips the redder?

The hammered shell or the underneath?

I'm naught to know what's better!

Oh, I have ate the rose

And now am served weed

Expect the sun to treasure dust





As substitute for seed?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "The Golden Wooden Tone," by Josephine Foster, are both poetic and thought-provoking. The opening lines, "Throw away my food/And find a dish of stone/Perhaps I would be fuller/If I started at the bone," suggest a metaphorical stripping away of excess and a return to basics, in order to attain a sense of fullness or completeness. This is further suggested in the subsequent lines, "Blow away the leaves/The reeds will cease to moan/For they are but fetters/Of the golden wooden tone!" The image of a golden wooden tone may represent something precious, but also something that may weigh us down or hold us back.


The next stanza continues the theme of the singer's dissatisfaction with what they have been given: "I have ate the rose,/And now am served weed!/Expect the sun to treasure dust/As substitute for seed?" The contrast between the beautiful, sweet rose and the rough, less desirable weed is striking, and speaks to the idea that sometimes we are forced to accept less than we deserve. The final lines, "But which will carve my stomach least/And paint my lips the redder?/The hammered shell or the underneath?/I'm naught to know what's better!" suggest a deep uncertainty and sense of confusion about what is truly best for the singer.


Line by Line Meaning

Throw away my food
I don't want what I have anymore


And find a dish of stone
I want something more substantial


Perhaps I would be fuller
Maybe I would feel more satisfied if I started with less


If I started at the bone.
If I went straight to the source


Blow away the leaves
Get rid of distractions


The reeds will cease to moan
Then I can hear clearly


For they are but fetters
Things that hold me back


Of the golden wooden tone!
The beautiful sound that I'm striving for


I have ate the rose,
I've had the best


And now am served weed!
But now I'm settling


Expect the sun to treasure dust
Hoping for something great from something small


As substitute for seed?
In place of something that would grow


But which will carve my stomach least
Which will hurt me less


And paint my lips the redder?
Make me look and feel better


The hammered shell or the underneath?
The surface or what's beneath it


I'm naught to know what's better!
I can't decide what's best




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