Reckoning
Oneida Lyrics


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Still again
My thoughts return to wandering.
Fields of grass
Soften savage muttering.
Backyard dreams
Of meadows find me promising
Lushness that I sold her
Studded, stumped and bouldered
Still the swaying, idle playing
Summer scenes are beckoning.

Calm again
Ghosts and angers flickering.
Laps and leaves
Cast shadows on the glimmering.
Checkerboards
Twist and buckle, shuddering.
Flattened gaping grins
Stitched together hymns




Bring dismissals, sighs, denials
At last a reckoning.

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of "Reckoning" by Oneida suggest a certain restlessness in the singer's mind. Despite being surrounded by the mundanity of everyday life, the singer's thoughts keep returning to a seemingly idyllic landscape of "fields of grass," "backyard dreams," and "lushness." This landscape is described in terms of softening "savage muttering," promising the singer some kind of respite or escape from the noise of the world. However, there are also hints of something darker present, as the landscape is described as being "studded, stumped and bouldered." This combination of beauty and violence hints at the idea that there is no escape from the more brutal aspects of existence.


In the second verse, the tone shifts to one of calm, but the imagery remains ambiguous. Ghosts and angers are flickering, and checkerboards are twisting and buckling. These images are unsettling, but it's hard to tell whether they are objectively threatening or merely the products of the singer's anxious mind. Likewise, the flattened gaping grins and stitched together hymns suggest a certain level of artifice or falseness, but it's not clear whether this is something that the singer is actively rejecting or something that they are resigned to. This ambiguity continues through to the final lines of the song, which suggest that there can be no reckoning without some kind of denial or dismissal.


Line by Line Meaning

Still again
Once more, yet again


My thoughts return to wandering.
My mind is drifting away.


Fields of grass
Open lands covered in greenery.


Soften savage muttering.
Lessen the sound of harsh, uncivilized talking.


Backyard dreams
Imaginings of a peaceful haven behind the house.


Of meadows find me promising
I envision fields of promising growth.


Lushness that I sold her
I previously gave away a flourishing landscape.


Studded, stumped and bouldered
Pierced, felled, and large rock-filled terrain.


Still the swaying, idle playing
Continuing to gently move and pass time.


Summer scenes are beckoning.
The warm-season sights are calling out to me.


Calm again
Peaceful once more.


Ghosts and angers flickering.
Memories of past regret and previous rage briefly appearing.


Laps and leaves
Circles and foliage.


Cast shadows on the glimmering.
Blocking light from shining on the faintly glowing things.


Checkerboards
Checker patterns.


Twist and buckle, shuddering.
Turn and bend, with a trembling motion.


Flattened gaping grins
The smiles, although continuous, are unsettling.


Stitched together hymns
Sewn spiritual songs.


Bring dismissals, sighs, denials
Offering rejections, exhalations, and disapprovals.


At last a reckoning.
A final settlement, after much contemplation.




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