Sweet Thursday
Matt Costa Lyrics


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I'm waiting in the pines
I'm waiting in the forest
Pylon at my side
The treasure lies before us

And so we started walking
We knew they couldn't harm us
And how the wind is crying
When misty morning dawn breaks

We'll walk back to the flats
With gallons in our hands

We're walking in the fields
We're working on the farms
We do just like our fathers
How can they take that from us?

And so we started driving
We had no choice to leave this
The bowl was left behind us
For Hooverville's before us

Three hundred thousand
Bodies who can't rest

Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey
Up to Monterey

So I started driving
And left my home behind me
The row there kept reminding
Of pages in your writing





Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey
Up to Monterey

Overall Meaning

Matt Costa's song Sweet Thursday speaks of the struggle of the people who had to leave their homes and farms behind to seek a better future. The singer of the song is waiting in the forest, with a pylon at his side, indicating that he is on a path that may not be easy. He is waiting to embark on a journey that will lead him to a treasure that lies before him. The treasure could be anything – their hopes, dreams, or aspirations. Along with his fellowmen, he walks in the fields, toils on the farms, following in the footsteps of their fathers, and doing what they have always done. But somewhere along the way, they were forced to leave their homes and farms due to circumstances beyond their control. They had no choice but to leave behind the bowl, a symbol of their lives and livelihood. They are now one of the 300,000 wandering souls seeking a place to call their own.


The last stanza of the song tells us that Sweet Thursday is calling him back up to Monterey. He left his home behind and drove to a new destination with the hope of a better future. But the music of his home, his memories, and love remain with him. Sweet Thursday represents the day of hope, wherein even in the face of adversity, one could find solace, food, and shelter. The song is a commentary on the impact of the Great Depression in the USA, and how it affected the lives of ordinary people. The lyrics are a poignant reminder of the sacrifices that people have to make to survive and the importance of hope in such times.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm waiting in the pines
I'm waiting in the forest


Pylon at my side
I have a tower structure beside me


The treasure lies before us
We expect to find something valuable nearby


And so we started walking
We begin our journey by foot


We knew they couldn't harm us
We felt safe and secure from any harm


And how the wind is crying
The wind sounds like it's crying or weeping


When misty morning dawn breaks
When the morning fog dissipates and the sun rises


We'll walk back to the flats
We will return to the flatlands


With gallons in our hands
We are carrying many gallons of something with us


We're walking in the fields
We're taking a walk through the fields


We're working on the farms
We're performing farm-related tasks


We do just like our fathers
We follow in the footsteps of our fathers


How can they take that from us?
We question why someone would try to take away what we have


And so we started driving
We begin our journey by car


We had no choice to leave this
We had no option but to leave this place


The bowl was left behind us
The bowl was abandoned as we left


For Hooverville's before us
We're heading for the Hoovervilles which are in front of us


Three hundred thousand
There are 300,000 people in this place


Bodies who can't rest
People who are dead and unable to rest in peace


Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey
I'm being drawn back up to Monterey by Sweet Thursday


Up to Monterey
I'm heading back up to Monterey


So I started driving
I begin my journey by car


And left my home behind me
I'm leaving my dwelling place


The row there kept reminding
The line of objects there kept reminding me of something


Of pages in your writing
They reminded me of the pages you had written




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: MATTHEW ALBERT COSTA

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Comments from YouTube:

Quadling

I love his guitar sound!

Wendy Saydah

Great song! Nice energy. Cool venue....

Stephanie Doan

Yeah I totally agree.. I love the calmness of it all!

joulipatchouli

coolest artist i've stumbled upon in quite a while

Daniel Unruh

i love this song, and dude i wanna skate that pool sooooo bad

bladexjoaquinxsk8r

thats a cool guitar =D does anyone have the tabs for this?

LeticiaViana3

really cool song !

meghan reilly

Awh I love Matt Costa.

lizziedoll456

I'm hoping to see him in May. He's coming with Death Cab for Cutie!!

nanogram

saw him and woah he was amazing!:D

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