History Sticks To Your Feet
Modest Mouse Lyrics


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At the movies, eyes iced over
Walking sideways, through the gutters
And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet like history
Don't you look at me like life don't hold you any mystery
Bag of splinters boiling over, on your back expose your belly
Optimism doesn't change the facts, just what you're gonna see

Like it was stated that we're walking salt and coal
Plants solidify sunshine; how this started, I don't know
Causing feet and entire chain shoe stores
The sun's diary pulled up from deep canary holes
And when we read it, our skin, it becomes warm

At the movies, eyes iced over
Walking sideways, through the gutters
And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet, your history
I'm gonna slap that look off your face like life don't hold you no mystery
All those red marks on our shoulders
Self back patting, homemade trophies
Well the past only exists as tiny bricks we burn to release all its memories
I've had enough with rolling boulders, I want more moss on me

Clocks to splinters but time goes forward
And when them tree drop leaves your feet collect their memories
I guess all us snakes find our tails pretty damn tasty!!

I heard you mention we're walking salt and coal
Plants solidify sunshine; how this started, I don't know
Causing feet and entire chain shoe stores
The sun's diary pulled up from deep canary holes
And when we read it, our skin, it becomes warm

At the movies, eyes iced over
Walking sideways, through the gutters




And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet, your history
I'm gonna knock that look off your face like life don't hold you no mystery

Overall Meaning

The song "History Sticks To Your Feet" by Modest Mouse explores themes of nostalgia, optimism, and the weight of history. The opening lines describe a sense of detachment from reality, as the singer observes everything with a detached perspective. As they walk through the gutters, they feel the floor stick to their feet like history, suggesting that we are always reminded of the past in some way. While the singer acknowledges the mystery of life, they also challenge another person's cynical outlook, suggesting that we shouldn't give up on finding meaning.


The song's reference to walking salt and coal is a metaphor for humans' innate connection to the earth and how we are shaped by natural processes. The lyrics explore the idea that plants solidify sunshine, yet they don't understand how this started. Similarly, humans may be unaware of how we are shaped by our environment and history. The singer challenges the other person to recognize the significance of their past, calling out their self-congratulatory attitude while recognizing the importance of memory.


Some possible interpretations of the song include the idea that history is always present and that we cannot escape it. However, we can choose how we view and interact with our past. The recognition of the past can lead to a sense of warmth and connection, as suggested by the sun's diary. Additionally, the song suggests that we should reject cynicism and instead embrace the mysteries of life.


Line by Line Meaning

At the movies, eyes iced over
We were at the cinema, expressionless and cold


Walking sideways, through the gutters
Meandering along the muddy roads, avoiding the well-lit paths


And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet like history
It dawns on you that the ground beneath us clings to us, holding tight our past experiences


Don't you look at me like life don't hold you any mystery
Don't give me that look as if life doesn't possess any wonder


Bag of splinters boiling over, on your back expose your belly
Your emotions are in disarray and overflowing; you feel exposed and vulnerable


Optimism doesn't change the facts, just what you're gonna see
Being hopeful doesn't alter the reality, only your outlook towards it


Like it was stated that we're walking salt and coal
As previously mentioned, we have become salt and coal while wandering


Plants solidify sunshine; how this started, I don't know
Vegetation makes sunlight tangible; it's unclear why they do so


Causing feet and entire chain shoe stores
This gives rise to footprints and an entire market for footwear


The sun's diary pulled up from deep canary holes
The sun's history unearthed from hidden archives


And when we read it, our skin, it becomes warm
Upon reading it, our emotions are stirred, and we feel a sense of warmth


All those red marks on our shoulders
The scars on our shoulders, which nobody sees


Self back patting, homemade trophies
Congratulating ourselves with improvised prizes


Well the past only exists as tiny bricks we burn to release all its memories
Our history is merely objects we destroy to access the memories they hold


I've had enough with rolling boulders, I want more moss on me
I'm tired of struggling; I long for peace and tranquillity


Clocks to splinters but time goes forward
Clocks break down, but time never stops moving ahead


And when them tree drop leaves your feet collect their memories
When trees lose their leaves, they leave their past behind, and we collect those memories with our footsteps


I guess all us snakes find our tails pretty damn tasty!!
We are all occasionally guilty of selfish behaviour that we enjoy and crave


I heard you mention we're walking salt and coal
I recall you saying that we are like salt and coal


Plants solidify sunshine; how this started, I don't know
I'm still unsure how plants transform sunlight into something tangible


Causing feet and entire chain shoe stores
This process creates footprints everywhere, causing a burgeoning market for footwear


The sun's diary pulled up from deep canary holes
The past of the sun is uncovered from secret places


And when we read it, our skin, it becomes warm
Reading its history creates an emotional warmth in us


At the movies, eyes iced over
Once again, we are in the cinema, but this time, our eyes are glazed over


Walking sideways, through the gutters
Once more, we are navigating the streets, avoiding the main pathways


And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet, your history
You come to the realization that your history clings to you like the ground you walk on


I'm gonna knock that look off your face like life don't hold you no mystery
I'm going to shake you out of your stupor and make you realize that life is full of surprises




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Eric Judy, Isaac Brock, Johnny Marr

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