And Then
Pavement Lyrics


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Capistrano swallow, answer to
Your inner voice and please return,
God installed that radar in
Your pointy little beak so you′d return.

Epileptic surgeons with their eyes
X'ed out attend to the torn up kid.
Salivate and reckon with all
The sick things that you did.

The secondary stumbles cause the cadence
Of the count has lead them astray,
Pray their intuition leads them
Crashing into bodies in a perfect way.

But I, I saw you reeling in a parking lot,
I, I saw you rallying round a parking lot,
Line up for the comfort
And kick it on the bumper,
Know (no?) there is no leeway
You′re standing on the freeway in love,
Motion, you were destined
For the paupers grave.

Architecture students are like virgins
With an itch they cannot scratch,
Never build a building till you're 50
What kind of life is that?

Stalled out on an escalator
Wishing which way to return up or down,




My Palestinian nephew got
His face blown off in a dusty craft.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Pavement's song "And Then" tell a story that touches on various themes and emotions. The first verse discusses the idea of following one's instincts or inner voice, represented by the metaphor of the Capistrano swallow. This bird, known for its migratory patterns, is encouraged to return home by God-given radar in its beak. This can be interpreted as a metaphor for listening to one's intuition and finding one's way back to a place of comfort or belonging.


The second verse introduces the concept of surgeons attending to a torn-up kid, possibly referencing the aftermath of an accident or trauma. The lyrics urge the listener to confront and come to terms with the darker aspects of their past, represented by the "sick things that you did." The following lines mention the stumbling of the secondary characters, implying that their misguided actions may lead them into collisions or conflicts. This suggests that one's intuition can guide them towards both positive and negative outcomes.


The chorus emphasizes the observation of someone experiencing turmoil or confusion, symbolized by reeling and rallying in a parking lot. The line "line up for the comfort and kick it on the bumper" suggests seeking solace or distraction in mundane activities. However, the lyrics imply that despite these efforts, there is no room for negotiation or flexibility ("no leeway") and that the person is trapped and standing on the freeway of love. The final line of the chorus, "motion, you were destined for the pauper's grave," hints at a sense of resignation or futility in the pursuit of love or fulfillment.


The last verse brings forth the idea of architecture students and their itch to create something meaningful. The lyrics caution against rushing into building before finding one's true purpose or passion, suggesting that true fulfillment cannot be achieved until later in life. The final line about the Palestinian nephew whose face was blown off in a dusty craft introduces a poignant and tragic element, adding a layer of social commentary and reflecting the harsh realities of contemporary life.


Overall, "And Then" is a multi-layered song that explores themes of intuition, self-reflection, the search for comfort, the complexities of relationships, and the harsh realities of the world.


Line by Line Meaning

Capistrano swallow, answer to
Oh, migratory swallow of Capistrano, please respond and obey


Your inner voice and please return,
Listen to your inner voice and come back


God installed that radar in
The divine entity equipped you with radar


Your pointy little beak so you′d return.
So your pointed beak would guide you back


Epileptic surgeons with their eyes
Surgeons with erratic movements and closed eyes


X'ed out attend to the torn up kid.
Providing care to the injured child, their sight impeded


Salivate and reckon with all
Drool and come to terms with


The sick things that you did.
The twisted actions that you committed


The secondary stumbles cause the cadence
The additional missteps disrupt the rhythm


Of the count has lead them astray,
Of the beat has misguided them


Pray their intuition leads them
Hope their instinct guides them


Crashing into bodies in a perfect way.
Colliding with bodies flawlessly


But I, I saw you reeling in a parking lot,
However, I witnessed you staggering in a parking lot


I, I saw you rallying round a parking lot,
I, I observed you gathering in a parking lot


Line up for the comfort
Stand in queue for solace


And kick it on the bumper,
And kick back against the car bumper


Know (no?) there is no leeway
Understand that there is no flexibility


You′re standing on the freeway in love,
You are standing on the highway in a state of affection


Motion, you were destined
Movement, you were fated


For the paupers grave.
For a burial in a humble grave


Architecture students are like virgins
Students of architecture resemble inexperienced individuals


With an itch they cannot scratch,
With a desire they cannot fulfill


Never build a building till you're 50
Do not construct any structures until you reach the age of fifty


What kind of life is that?
What kind of existence does that entail?


Stalled out on an escalator
Being stuck on an escalator


Wishing which way to return up or down,
Desiring to know which direction to go, upwards or downwards


My Palestinian nephew got
My nephew from Palestine experienced


His face blown off in a dusty craft.
Having his face destroyed in a dusty vehicle.




Writer(s): Stephen Joseph Malkmus

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Comments from YouTube:

yearoftherat

best version imo. i love the guitars @2:29

SwitcherooU

Really good version.

lucio stramese

Silkworm made a beautiful cover, better then Pavement's original.

BizzDog

do you know the lyrics of this version :(?

Frances

BizzDog I've been looking for them too for a while, but I haven't been able to find them. Even asked on their facebook page. I'm going to write them out myself when I've got some more time I think. (:

MadMaxBS

Same part, break it down

Mark Ball

Try spelling "Nicene" correctly. Sort of ruins the joke.

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