His music is often placed (perhaps inappropriately) under the genre of "alternative country". Oldham was born in Louisville, Kentucky. He briefly attended Brown University, and now calls Baltimore, Maryland home.
The Brute Choir
Palace Music Lyrics
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describing the way to go
I never hurt someone so young
and I never held someone so sweet
Makes me want to holler with them
All the way down
All the way down
how to hold it back
see the end of the day
shut their mouths, shut their mouths
and rip the pictures down
withdraw, withdraw, you live so far from town
This is what makes a thing last
won't make what didn't happen go
Take fear and call it lust
let me go lay in the snow
I cannot rest
with so many singing so many songs
and what a way of singing
Their voices are bringing trees to their knees
with nothing to say when they're speaking
They're quiet, the choir, their voices go higher
the choir, the choir, their voices go higher
The Palace Music song "The Brute Choir" begins with the sound of cow calls, before transitioning to lyrics describing the way to go. The singer expresses that they have never hurt someone so young or held someone so sweet, and the experience makes them want to holler with the choir all the way down. The voices of the choir "show the way", but then the lyrics take a darker tone and talk about the need to hold back and withdraw. The song ends with the image of the choir's voices bringing trees to their knees, and with the repeated phrase "the choir, the choir, their voices go higher".
Line by Line Meaning
Cow-call, and they were all calling together
They were making a collective sound like that of cows, as they all called out in unison
describing the way to go
They were giving directions for where to go
I never hurt someone so young
I have never caused harm to a person so young before
and I never held someone so sweet
I have never embraced someone so lovely before
Makes me want to holler with them
It compels me to shout along with them
All the way down
They go all the way to the bottom
their voices show the way
Their vocalizations serve as a guide
how to hold it back
They demonstrate how to suppress it
see the end of the day
They envisage the end of the day
shut their mouths, shut their mouths
They must keep quiet and not speak
and rip the pictures down
They destroy the images
withdraw, withdraw, you live so far from town
Retreat, retreat, you reside so far away from the city
This is what makes a thing last
This is what gives an object longevity
won't make what didn't happen go
It won't change the past
Take fear and call it lust
Transform fear into desire
let me go lay in the snow
Allow me to rest in the snow
I cannot rest
I am unable to find the serenity I seek
with so many singing so many songs
Amidst the numerous voices and melodies
and what a way of singing
What a unique manner of vocalizing
Their voices are bringing trees to their knees
Their singing is so powerful that it is causing trees to bend
with nothing to say when they're speaking
Despite using words, they are not saying anything of substance
They're quiet, the choir, their voices go higher
The choir maintains a subdued atmosphere while still managing to raise their voices to a higher level
the choir, the choir, their voices go higher
The group of singers, in particular, has heightened their vocal intensity
Contributed by Jayden E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@coherentnonsense3720
i had a heart attack a few months ago..this was the last song i listened to before surgery..if it had of been the last song i ever heard id be happy
@swizzili1140
Cow-call, and they were all calling together
Describing the way to go
I never hurt someone so young
And I never held someone so sweet
Makes me want to holler with them
All the way down
All the way down
Their voices show the way
How to hold it back
See the end of the day
Shut their mouths, shut their mouths
And rip the pictures down
Withdraw, withdraw, you live so far from town
This is what makes a thing last
Won't make what didn't happen go
Take fear and call it lust
Let me go lay in the snow
I cannot rest
With so many singing so many songs
And what a way of singing
Their voices are bringing trees to their knees
With nothing to say when they're speaking
They're quiet, the choir, their voices go higher
The choir, the choir, their voices go higher
@MrQuenimido
Une pureté ...! Merci
@vivemaker
So beautiful
@finnmccool7543
so good!
@salienten
fantastique
@harryangel6965
❤
@arm3dsavage
Very