Evil Love
Meat Puppets Lyrics


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Last hand I shook was a boat that floated on its back all day
In the middle of a song about trees that are scared of the dark
Wait until you're gone to steal some thoughts from offa the shelf
To trade for hats with holes that let the night shine through

Exchange our fears for little glass holes
And broken dreams of bent-backed trolls
Who'll tend the trees and what's in between
The sky above is aglow with evil love

The boat sank offshore in a birdbath dreamt by a broken wheel
Left by the side of the road right where night slipped and fell
And if I ever had they couldn't tell, if we were they didn't know
She might but if he did they can't, you must, I won't

Turn our tears to little black holes
To light the way for three blind moles




Who'll tend the trees and what's in between
The sky above is aglow with evil love

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Meat Puppets' "Evil Love" are cryptic and open to various interpretations. The first verse sets a surreal, dream-like tone with the image of a boat floating upside-down, and a song about trees that are scared of the dark. The metaphorical language continues with the idea of stealing thoughts from a shelf and trading them for hats with holes that let the night shine through. This could be seen as a reference to the exchange of ideas and experiences, and the way they can reveal hidden truths or perspectives.


The second verse continues with the surrealist imagery, referring to a boat that sinks in a "birdbath dreamt by a broken wheel." There is a sense of confusion and uncertainty, as the singer notes that others may not be able to tell who they are or what is happening. The final lines of the song suggest a willingness to confront darkness and evil, perhaps as a way of finding meaning in chaos.


Overall, the lyrics to "Evil Love" are enigmatic and resonant, inviting the listener to interpret and reimagine their meanings within their own experience and perspective.


Line by Line Meaning

Last hand I shook was a boat that floated on its back all day
The last person I met was unreliable and idle, like a boat that was stranded on water throughout the day.


In the middle of a song about trees that are scared of the dark
Amidst a melody about trees that are frightened of the unknown and uncertain.


Wait until you're gone to steal some thoughts from offa the shelf
I'll wait for your absence to take some ideas from the shelf, and make them mine.


To trade for hats with holes that let the night shine through
I'll exchange those thoughts for hats with perforations that allow the dark to seep in.


Exchange our fears for little glass holes
Let's replace our anxieties with small apertures of hope.


And broken dreams of bent-backed trolls
Also, shattered aspirations of unfortunate and deformed individuals.


Who'll tend the trees and what's in between
These trolls will look after the vegetation and everything that lies within.


The sky above is aglow with evil love
The heavens appear to be illuminated, however, a wicked kind of love is the source.


The boat sank offshore in a birdbath dreamt by a broken wheel
The boat eventually sunk in a pool meant for birds, as dreamt by a useless wheel.


Left by the side of the road right where night slipped and fell
It was left unattended by the roadside, the exact spot where darkness stumbled.


And if I ever had they couldn't tell, if we were they didn't know
If I had the boat, no one would have noticed, and if we both had it, nobody would've had a clue.


She might but if he did they can't, you must, I won't
She may have it, but if he doesn't possess it, they'll never know. I refuse to take it.


Turn our tears to little black holes
Let's transform our sorrow into minuscule vacuums of darkness.


To light the way for three blind moles
So that we can guide three sightless creatures through the tunnels underground.


Who'll tend the trees and what's in between
These moles will work on the greenery and everything in between.


The sky above is aglow with evil love
Once again, the firmament shines, but with an ominous type of love.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Christopher Reustrom Kirkwood

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