Strange
KITCHEN - Big Thief Lyrics
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Searching for a hidden page
The fairy's cage
Coming of true age
Leave the costume on the stage
The silkworm's rage
Iridescent thread
Beautiful and dead
To make the bed
Strange
See the luna moth cry, cry
Lime green tears
Through the fruit bat's eyes
Scatter and destroy
Every power you enjoy
To lay with the void
Twirling of the dime
Splitting of the mind
Drawing constellations
'Til the stars align
Strange
See the luna moth cry, cry
Lime green tears
Through the fruit bat's eyes, eyes
You have wings of gold
You will never grow old
And turquoise lungs
You have never been young
You have wings of gold
You will never grow old
The song "Strange" by Big Thief is an evocative and enigmatic piece of music that invites the listener to explore the line between reality and imagination. The opening lines of the song create a sense of unease and mystery, with the singer wondering about "searching for a hidden page" and the "fairy's cage." The imagery of the silkworm's rage and iridescent thread adds to this sense of tension, while the reference to the billions of worms boiled to make a bed creates a sense of horror and disgust.
As the song continues, the singer encourages us to "scatter and destroy" the powers we enjoy and to "lay with the void." This seems to suggest a rejection of conventional ways of thinking and an embrace of the unknown and the mysterious. The image of drawing constellations until the stars align is particularly powerful, suggesting a desire to find meaning and purpose in the chaos of the universe.
Throughout the song, there are references to strange creatures like the luna moth and the fruit bat, as well as to fantastical elements like wings of gold and turquoise lungs. These images add to the dreamlike quality of the song and create a sense of wonder and awe.
Overall, "Strange" is a song that invites the listener to embrace the strange and mysterious aspects of life, to reject convention and embrace the unknown. It's an evocative and mysterious piece of music that leaves a lasting impression on the listener.
Line by Line Meaning
Doesn't it seem strange
Does it not appear peculiar
Searching for a hidden page
Looking for something elusive
The fairy's cage
Restrictions and confinement
Coming of true age
Maturing to one's genuine self
Leave the costume on the stage
Discard pretenses after the act
The silkworm's rage
Anger from exploitation
Iridescent thread
Shimmering fabric woven
Beautiful and dead
Gorgeous but deceased
Billions of worms were boiled
Countless silkworms were killed
To make the bed
To create bedding
Strange
Unusual and peculiar
See the luna moth cry, cry
Observe the insect weep
Lime green tears
Vibrant tear droplets
Through the fruit bat's eyes
Viewed from another being's perspective
Scatter and destroy
Disseminate and demolish
Every power you enjoy
All influence you possess
To lay with the void
Embrace emptiness
Twirling of the dime
Flipping of the coin
Splitting of the mind
Division of the psyche
Drawing constellations
Sketching star patterns
'Til the stars align
Until everything falls into place
Strange
Odd and curious
See the luna moth cry, cry
Observe the insect weep
Lime green tears
Vibrant tear droplets
Through the fruit bat's eyes, eyes
Viewed from another being's perspective
You have wings of gold
You possess invaluable abilities
You will never grow old
You will never age
And turquoise lungs
With respiratory organs of blue-green hue
You have never been young
You never experienced youth
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Written by: Adrianne Lenker
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@jetbug6169
LYRICS
Shoulders
Please wake up
Please wake up
Touch my skin and tell me where you been
You brought me in
You brought me in
So touch my skin and tell me where you been
You showed me how
To keep myself from burning out
They found you in the morning
The blood was on your shoulders
They found you at the corner
Your head was doubled over
And the blood of the man who killed my mother with his hands
Is in me
It's in me
In my veins
Please wake up
Please wake up
Touch my skin and tell me where you been
You brought me in
My best friend
So touch my skin and tell me where you been
You showed me how
To hold my sin
And kiss the bad ways I have been
They found you in the morning
The blood was on your shoulders
They found you at the corner
Your head was doubled over
And the blood of the man who's killing our mother with his hands
Is in me
It's in me
In my veins
It's in me
It's in me
In my veins
Not
It's not the energy reeling
Nor the lines in your face
Nor the clouds on the ceiling
Nor the clouds in space
It's not the phone on the table
Nor the bed in the earth
Nor the bed in the stable
Nor your stable words
It's not the formless being
Nor the cry in the air
Nor the boy I'm seeing
With her long black hair
It's not the open weaving
Nor the furnace glow
Nor the blood of you bleeding
As you try to let go
It's not the room
Not beginning
Not the crowd
Not winning
Not the planet
Not spinning
Not a rouse
Not heat
Not the fire lapping up the creek
Not food
Not to eat
Not the meat of your thigh
Nor your spine tattoo
Nor your shimmery eye
Nor the wet of the dew
It's not the warm illusion
Nor the crack in the plate
Nor the breath of confusion
Nor the starkness of slate
It's not the room
Not beginning
Not the crowd
Not winning
Not the planet
Not spinning
Not a rouse
Not heat
Not the fire lapping up the creek
Not food
Not to eat
Not what you really wanted
Nor the mess in your purse
Nor the bed that is haunted
With a blanket of thirst
It's not the hunger revealing
Nor the ricochet in the cave
Nor the hand that is healing
Nor the nameless grave
It's not the room
Not beginning
Not the crowd
Not winning
Not the planet
Not spinning
Not a rouse
Not heat
Not the fire lapping up the creek
Not food
Not to eat
Not to die
Not dying
Not to laugh
Not lying
Not the vacant wilderness vying
Not the room
Not beginning
Not the crowd
Not winning
Not the planet
Not spinning
Masterpiece
Years, days, makes no difference to me babe
You look exactly the same to me
Ain't no time, crossing your legs inside the diner
Raising your coffee to your lips, the steam
You saw the masterpiece, she looks a lot like you
Wrapping her left arm around your right
Ready to walk you through the night
You whisper to a restless ear, "can you get me out of here?
This place smells like piss and beer, can you get me out?"
You were asking me, how to get you free
I only know the recipe to roam
You saw the masterpiece, she looks a lot like you
Wrapping her left arm around your right
Ready to walk you through the night
Old stars
Filling up my throat
You gave em to me when I was born
Now they're coming out
Laying there on the hospital bed your eyes were narrow, blue and red
You took a draw of breath and said to me
You saw the masterpiece, she looks a lot like me
Wrapping my left arm round your right
Ready to walk you through the night
Old friends, old mothers, dogs and brothers
There's only so much letting go you can ask someone to do
So I keep you by my side, I will not give you to the tide
I'll even walk you in my stride, Marie
Cause I saw the masterpiece, she looks a lot like you
Wrapping your left arm round my right
Ready to walk me through the night
Toy
What a fool, familiar dream
I wake up laughing and running
From the boy crying and coming
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
What a tomb we're building here
In the sphere, that's where we all die
In the eye, that's where I'm living
The toy in my hand is real
In the room, her warm hands play
On my breast, what is she singing?
Her form ringing and ringing
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
The toy in my hand is real
Charcoal, the jet planes purr
In the crew, distant as paper
Children burn, faceless vapor
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
Yes, the toy in my hand is real
@sethmoore8618
0:22- Shoulders
4:16- Not
18:48-Masterpiece
22:46-The Toy
@josephcorridon9314
For a second I genuinely thought they had extended Not to be 14 minutes long.
@BlackDaiquiri
@@josephcorridon9314 one day
@fletcherng7404
@@josephcorridon9314 i wish
@davidferrer9504
Beautiful band 🤙
@wra7h
is Shoulders a true story?
@chloanthite
Adrianne glittering like the treasure she is
@randombjorksong
this version of "not" carried me through a suicidal depression that i went through in the beginning of 2020. i can't explain the ways and means of it anymore. but i'm so appreciative of the band for producing it.
@eddie_patagonia
You've got this.
@nclsrfn
<3