Give It a Day
Pavement Lyrics


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Aych ay see two (half a canyon too)
Increase Mather told her dad, yeah
"I roundly disagree with you
You're vocal style's to preachy
All the yokels mock your teaching."
But Cotton, he was just so oblivious
To all their cutting pleas
Soon the townfolk took to it,
In every pew they looked to him
For guidance just like eyeless lambs
Awaiting that ol' kabob stand
The skeptics formed
The nation's born
They want to have it, Cotton's dream
But Increase had them mounted
And they burned on open fires
So the word spread just like small pox
In the Sudan

The gentry cried:
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"

"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"

Years and years have passed
Since the puritans invaded our soul
Just like those Arab terrorists
You'll never know
But today the gods can't make us quake,
We see our lives as situations
Eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth,
Well mine are rotten underneath
I got two ways we can separate from the clan

If I could fly, I could fry

I hope you profited from this bulletin
And it stabilized your land
You're drenched, you're fired,
(You gentrified?)
Your Alzheim clan, but
Your father is another one of them
I don't want to mention him again, cause
I talked to him last night,
He hates my guts
We had a fight
And he called you a slut girl,




Why's that?
What did you do to him to make him think

Overall Meaning

The song Give It a Day by Pavement is a complex musical creation that includes enigmatic lyrics, multilayered meanings, and various musical devices that contribute to its distinctive sound. The song begins with the lines "Aych ay see two (half a canyon too)/ Increase Mather told her dad, yeah/ 'I roundly disagree with you/ You're vocal style's too preachy/ All the yokels mock your teaching./ But Cotton, he was just so oblivious/ To all their cutting pleas." These lyrics refer to an argument between two historical figures from the Colonial era in America: Increase Mather and his son Cotton Mather. The father and son had differences in their religious beliefs, and this led to a dispute over preaching styles. Increase Mather objected to his son's dramatic style, and Cotton Mather ignored the criticism, much to the amusement of the townspeople.


In the next lines, the skeptics formed, and the nation's born, they want to have it, Cotton's dream. This refers to the fact that Cotton Mather's preaching style eventually gained popularity, and he became something of a folk hero in his community. However, there were still critics who believed that his sermons were dangerous and that he was leading people astray. As a result, some of his detractors burned him in effigy.


The song then shifts to a more personal perspective, as the singer reflects on his own life and the ways in which he has separated himself from his family and the community at large. The line "Eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth, well, mine are rotten underneath" suggests that the singer has some hidden flaws or secrets that he is keeping hidden. He also suggests that he has two ways of separating from the clan: flying or frying. These lines are somewhat cryptic, but they could be interpreted as a metaphor for either escaping his current situation or taking drastic action to change it.


Line by Line Meaning

Aych ay see two (half a canyon too)
I see two eyes (and a smile too)


Increase Mather told her dad, yeah
Increase Mather told her father he disagreed with him


"I roundly disagree with you
"I completely and emphatically disagree with you


You're vocal style's too preachy
You speak too much like a preacher


All the yokels mock your teaching."
The uneducated people make fun of how you teach


But Cotton, he was just so oblivious
But Cotton was unaware of their criticisms


To all their cutting pleas
To all their harsh critiques


Soon the townfolk took to it,
Soon the town's people embraced Cotton's teachings


In every pew they looked to him
They looked up to Cotton in every seat


For guidance just like eyeless lambs
For guidance as if they were helpless sheep


Awaiting that ol' kabob stand
Waiting for those teachings they loved and could trust


The skeptics formed
The cynics arose


The nation's born
The United States of America was created


They want to have it, Cotton's dream
They wanted Cotton's vision


But Increase had them mounted
But Increase had them killed


And they burned on open fires
And the people were burned at stake


So the word spread just like small pox
So the idea spread like a disease


In the Sudan
All over the world


The gentry cried:
The wealthy citizens begged and pleaded:


"Give it a day!"
"Wait just one day!"


"Give it a day!"
"Give it one day more!"


"Give it a day!"
"Please wait just one more day!"


"Give it a day!"
"Hold off for just one day!"


"Give it a day!"
"Just one more day!"


"Give it a day!"
"Wait just one more day!"


Years and years have passed
Many years have gone by


Since the puritans invaded our soul
Since the Puritans dominated our lives


Just like those Arab terrorists
Just like the modern day terrorists


You'll never know
You'll never understand how it feels


But today the gods can't make us quake,
But now, we can't be scared by gods or religion


We see our lives as situations
We view our existence as circumstances


Eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth,
We see things as they are, with no illusions


Well mine are rotten underneath
Even though things may appear normal, they may be damaged underneath


I got two ways we can separate from the clan
I have two options to distinguish myself from my family


If I could fly, I could fry
If I could fly, I could move to a different location


I hope you profited from this bulletin
I hope you learned something from this message


And it stabilized your land
And it made your life better


You're drenched, you're fired,
You're wet and you're in trouble


Your Alzheim clan, but
Your forgetful family, however


Your father is another one of them
Your father is one of those forgetful people as well


I don't want to mention him again, cause
I don't want to talk about him again because


I talked to him last night,
I spoke to him last night


He hates my guts
He really can't stand me


We had a fight
We got into an argument


And he called you a slut girl,
And he called you an offensive name


Why's that?
Why did he do that?


What did you do to him to make him think
What did you do to make him believe that?




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Written by: STEPHEN MALKMUS

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@indigo2511

Aych ay see two (half a canyon too)
Increase Mather told her dad, yeah
"I roundly disagree with you
You're vocal style's to preachy
All the yokels mock your teaching."
But Cotton, he was just so oblivious
To all their cutting pleas
Soon the townfolk took to it,
In every pew they looked to him
For guidance just like eyeless lambs
Awaiting that ol' kabob stand
The skeptics formed
The nation's born
They want to have it, Cotton's dream
But Increase had them mounted
And they burned on open fires
So the word spread just like small pox
In the Sudan
The gentry cried:
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
Years and years have passed
Since the puritans invaded our soil
Just like those Arab terrorists
You'll never know
But today the gods can't make us quake,
We see our lives as situations
Eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth,
Well mine are rotten underneath
I got two ways we can separate from the clan
If I could fly, I could fry
I hope you profited from this bulletin
And it stabilized your land
You're drenched, you're fired,
(You gentrified?)
Your Alzheim clan, but
Your father is another one of them
I don't want to mention him again, cause
I talked to him last night,
He hates my guts
We had a fight
And he called you a slut girl,
Why's that?
What did you do to him to make him think



All comments from YouTube:

@monsieurbertillon9570

This is like about ten later Beatles songs mashed into one. Brilliant.

@fokjouopkankankeren3906

One of the best tracks ever recorded

@middleagedanddeadly9532

I love "Frontwards" too

@literaticrux8292

Definitely the best song about puritans.

@d3ath1nsuranc3

my favorite song at the moment, thank u

@marleyschweiger2712

Apparently this pacific trim ep was originally supposed to be a silver jews session with David Berman, Stephen Malkmus, Bob Nastanovich, and Steve west, but David Berman couldn't make it for some reason. There's two stories I read about it that said "David stormed out" and that "he last minute canceled" but regardless, the Pavement members couldn't afford to waste the recording time and then Pacific Trim was born.

@henrykmusolf607

A classic.

@mineral7514

いい歌ー

@indigo2511

Aych ay see two (half a canyon too)
Increase Mather told her dad, yeah
"I roundly disagree with you
You're vocal style's to preachy
All the yokels mock your teaching."
But Cotton, he was just so oblivious
To all their cutting pleas
Soon the townfolk took to it,
In every pew they looked to him
For guidance just like eyeless lambs
Awaiting that ol' kabob stand
The skeptics formed
The nation's born
They want to have it, Cotton's dream
But Increase had them mounted
And they burned on open fires
So the word spread just like small pox
In the Sudan
The gentry cried:
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
Years and years have passed
Since the puritans invaded our soil
Just like those Arab terrorists
You'll never know
But today the gods can't make us quake,
We see our lives as situations
Eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth,
Well mine are rotten underneath
I got two ways we can separate from the clan
If I could fly, I could fry
I hope you profited from this bulletin
And it stabilized your land
You're drenched, you're fired,
(You gentrified?)
Your Alzheim clan, but
Your father is another one of them
I don't want to mention him again, cause
I talked to him last night,
He hates my guts
We had a fight
And he called you a slut girl,
Why's that?
What did you do to him to make him think

@juancortina7476

this is like a drug for me, so beatle-esque

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