Twisty Bass
Neil Finn Lyrics


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The hangman's in the noose
The prisoner is loose
The wheel has come around
And the velvet curtain coming down

And left it there
A suitcase on a chair
I feel my weight
And something tells me

There's a river underground
In a place where there's no one to be found
And no one came to see

[Repeat: x3]
The oldest show in town

Santa's on the cross
Innocence is lost
The music's in your mind
And the windscreen wipers move in time

No one came to see

[Repeat: x2]
The oldest show in town

And the stranger was a ghost
The killer was a priest
Took the first excuse
Made the madness seem cute lipped

On your own you'll find your own escape
There are many ways to choose
And I don't know which one you should take
A home is all you want

On the back of a truck driving down the street
It doesn't seem so much
But it's all you need to make your life complete
No one came to see

[Repeat: x3]
The oldest show in town

No one came to see
I lean the slightest bit towards you
White turns into brown, light goes to black




Your eyes danced in my reflection
And the horse ate my trousers

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Neil Finn's song "Twisty Bass" are enigmatic and open to interpretation, but at its core, the song seems to be about the impermanence of life and the search for a meaningful existence. The first verse depicts a hangman who is imprisoned and a prisoner who is loose, suggesting a reversal of power dynamics. The use of the metaphor of a "velvet curtain coming down" indicates an ending or closure of some kind, perhaps suggesting the end of a performance or show. The second verse sees Santa on the cross, hinting at the corruption of an icon of purity and goodness. The line "innocence is lost" reinforces the idea of the loss of something pure and uncorrupted. The chorus repeats the phrase "the oldest show in town," suggesting the cyclical nature of life and the constant repetition of patterns and events.


Line by Line Meaning

The hangman's in the noose
The executioner is in position


The prisoner is loose
The person held captive has escaped


The wheel has come around
The cycle of life has reached its end point


And the velvet curtain coming down
The final act is about to conclude


And left it there
Abandoned something in that location


A suitcase on a chair
A piece of luggage placed on top of a seat


I feel my weight
I am conscious of the pressure of my body


And something tells me
An inclination informs me


There's a river underground
There is a hidden and secret stream


In a place where there's no one to be found
In an area where there is an absence of people


And no one came to see
There was no audience or spectators


The oldest show in town
The longest running spectacle


Santa's on the cross
A fictional character is being sacrificed


Innocence is lost
Purity and naivete are destroyed


The music's in your mind
The song is internal and not physically present


And the windscreen wipers move in time
The windshield cleaning device matches the rhythm


And the stranger was a ghost
The unfamiliar figure was a spirit


The killer was a priest
The murderer was a member of the clergy


Took the first excuse
Seized the initial opportunity


Made the madness seem cute lipped
Presented insanity in an attractive manner


On your own you'll find your own escape
Independently, you will discover a way out


There are many ways to choose
Numerous paths and options are available


And I don't know which one you should take
I am uncertain which pathway to recommend


A home is all you want
A comfortable abode is your sole desire


On the back of a truck driving down the street
Riding on the rear of a vehicle being driven on a roadway


It doesn't seem so much
It is not particularly impressive


But it's all you need to make your life complete
However, it is adequate to fulfill your existence


No one came to see
No viewers or witnesses appeared


I lean the slightest bit towards you
I incline a small amount closer to you


White turns into brown, light goes to black
Colors shift and brightness diminishes


Your eyes danced in my reflection
Your gaze moved about within my mirrored image


And the horse ate my trousers
An unexpected and ridiculous event occurred




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: NEIL MULLANE FINN

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