(1) Lovers are the brain child of gifted lyricist and heartbroken hero Carolyn Berk (CUBBY), the doe-eyed, silken voiced vagabond whose intimate tales of love and loss have garnered her overwhelming critical acclaim. Torrents of emotion fill each song on Lovers' sophomore release, The Gutter and the Garden, but an unflinching, underlying kindness runs throughout. Achingly beautiful string arrangements, subtle vocal harmonies, and layered soundscapes create a perfect musical accompaniment to Berk's breath-taking imagery and nuanced narratives.
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Lovers have successfully followed their brilliant debut release Starlit Sunken Ship, over which the Boston Phoenix raved, "Carolyn Berk's songs are full of breathless melancholy and a sinking, infinite sadness. In them you hear hints of the circus-funeral magic-realist run-on folk song of Neutral Milk Hotel, the dreamy twilight grandeur of Mazzy Star, Bright Eyes' last-gasp heartstring soliloquies, and the ghosthaunted majesty of Magnetic Fields' loneliest highways. But I'll be damned if Berk isn't a more entrancing spell caster than any of them."
(2) Swedish project that released one album in 2013, Addicted To Drugs.
How the Story Ends
Lovers Lyrics
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How did you want me to react?
Oh, did you want me to respond?
Look, we can sleep anyway you want,
with my arms around your arms,
or I can sleep out in the car.
I got hung up on the wrong hook.
and not getting let in.
Your eyes are two deep pools of mud.
Maybe I got stuck.
Baby I got stuck.
My arms are tired, my throat is sore,
you're the only soldier fighting in this war
and I'm the fool still cheering you on.
The poems on the pages that you skipped,
they're just meaningless winglessness,
forget that they exist.
Now I'm sure you're keeping score.
You're the same trick I keep falling for,
the hurricane that hit my heart.
I missed the last turn before the interstate,
and the right words, but all too late
and you're doing great at moving on.
See, hidden in the pages of my notes
is a letter that I wrote to you, but never sent,
and that's how the story ends.
In Lovers' "How the Story Ends," the lyrics depict a one-sided and emotionally draining relationship. The song talks about how the singer keeps trying to make things work but fails repeatedly. The opening lines reveal the bizarre nature of the relationship as the singer is sent pictures of the other person's neck and doesn't know how to respond. The chorus talks about how exhausted the singer is, and while they try to cheer on the other person, they begin to feel like a fool for doing so.
The lyrics suggest that the singer has tried everything, but their attempts to make things work continue to fail. The other person appears to be emotionally detached and has moved on, and the singer is the only one fighting for the relationship; thus, their arms are tired, and their throat is sore. The last verse reveals that the singer has a letter they wrote to the other person, but it was never sent, and the story ends there.
In conclusion, Lovers' "How the Story Ends" is a song about a one-sided and emotionally draining relationship in which the singer tries their best to make things work, but they continue to fail.
Line by Line Meaning
You sent me pictures of your neck.
You sent me suggestive and provocative images of yourself.
How did you want me to react?
I'm unsure of how I'm supposed to respond to your seductive photographs.
Oh, did you want me to respond?
Are you expecting a reaction or a response to the suggestive photos that you sent me?
Look, we can sleep anyway you want, with my arms around your arms, or I can sleep out in the car.
We can sleep together embracing each other, or if you prefer, I can sleep in the car.
I got hung up on the wrong hook.
I got caught up in the wrong situation.
I'm tired of knocking wood and not getting let in.
I'm tired of trying so hard and not achieving anything significant.
Your eyes are two deep pools of mud.
Your eyes are gloomy and hard to read.
Maybe I got stuck. Baby I got stuck.
Maybe I'm struggling to move on from our failed relationship, and I feel trapped.
My arms are tired, my throat is sore, you're the only soldier fighting in this war and I'm the fool still cheering you on.
I'm exhausted and in pain, and you're the only one still putting up a fight in this relationship, while I continue to support you despite my suffering.
The poems on the pages that you skipped, they're just meaningless winglessness, forget that they exist.
The poems I wrote for you that you ignored are worthless and hold no meaning, so let's forget about them.
Now I'm sure you're keeping score.
Now I know you're keeping track of everything I've done wrong.
You're the same trick I keep falling for, the hurricane that hit my heart.
You're using the same deceitful tactics to lure me back, and you're causing chaos in my heart.
I missed the last turn before the interstate, and the right words, but all too late and you're doing great at moving on.
I missed my chance to turn things around, and now it's too late, and you're doing an excellent job of moving forward.
See, hidden in the pages of my notes is a letter that I wrote to you, but never sent, and that's how the story ends.
The story of our relationship ends with the unsent letter I wrote to you, which remains hidden in my notes.
Contributed by Vivian S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.