stables and chairs
Portugal. The Man Lyrics


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I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes
That shaped folded banks inside,
As he shivered out thoughts.
They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans",
Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths.

All these thoughts were rolled onto needles,
That spilled from heads, tumble like apples,
Fell into the sky, that’s where they hide,
Where rubies turned diamonds.
Like textures, like sunshine,
Behind hands arms lift into its own.
Behind hands arms lift into its own.

As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets,
And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down,
"What will we become?"

Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired
Will stay where it's warm,
Where it's safe from the down beating drums.
They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans",
Behind hands arms lift into its own.
Behind hands arms lift into its own.

As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets,
And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down,
"What will we become?"

As habits pull the sleep out,
Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine.
As habits pull the sleep out,
Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine.

As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets,
And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down,
"What will we become?"

Into its own.




Into its own.
Into its own.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Stables and Chairs" by Portugal. The Man convey an overarching theme of confusion and uncertainty about the future. The song begins with a vivid description of a face with "ring-rounded pocket eyes," which sets the tone for the rest of the song as one of surreality and dream-like confusion. The lines "All these thoughts were rolled onto needles, that spilled from heads, tumble like apples, fell into the sky, that’s where they hide, where rubies turned diamonds" suggest a sense of disorientation and a struggle to make sense of one's thoughts.


The mention of New Orleans is interesting because it can serve as a metaphor for change and rebirth. The city was heavily impacted by Hurricane Katrina in 2005 and underwent a massive rebuilding and revival process. The line "Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired" could be seen as a way of describing the way that new life can rise up from destruction.


The repeated lines "Behind hands arms lift into its own" seem somewhat cryptic at first, but they can be interpreted as a way of describing the process of becoming lost in thought or daydreaming. The repetition adds to the sense of being lost in a dream world, and the repeated mentions of the stadium shedding out the crowd into the streets suggest a sense of coming back to reality or waking up from a dream.


Overall, "Stables and Chairs" is a song with a lot of abstract imagery and wordplay that can be interpreted in many different ways. At its core, it seems to be a reflection on the uncertainty and confusion that comes with being human and trying to make sense of the world around us.


Line by Line Meaning

I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes
I saw someone with small eyes that were surrounded by dark circles


That shaped folded banks inside,
Their eyes seemed to have deep creases around them, like folded paper


As he shivered out thoughts.
They were nervous and spoke hesitantly


They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans",
Their thoughts were poetic and dreamlike, evoking a sense of New Orleans


Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths.
Their words painted vivid images of underground spaces and wide-open mouths


All these thoughts were rolled onto needles,
Their ideas felt sharp and pointed


That spilled from heads, tumble like apples,
Their thoughts flowed out of their mind, tumbling like fruit from a tree


Fell into the sky, that’s where they hide,
Their thoughts disappeared into the vast open sky


Where rubies turned diamonds.
The colors of their thoughts were rich and sparkling


Like textures, like sunshine,
Their ideas had a tangible quality, like the feeling of sunlight on your skin


Behind hands arms lift into its own.
Their gestures were expressive and created a sense of something rising up


As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets,
After a concert, people spill out of the stadium and into the surrounding area


And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down,
The concertgoers speak excitedly and rapidly


"What will we become?"
They are contemplating their future


Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired
Music is created in a peaceful, yet intense environment


Will stay where it's warm,
The music will remain with those who feel it deeply


Where it's safe from the down beating drums.
The music offers a sense of safety and refuge from harsh realities


As habits pull the sleep out,
Upon waking up, old routines and patterns take over


Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine.
The comfort of the bed and the warm sunlight create a peaceful environment


Into its own.
Everything blends together to create something unique and individual




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Blair Cambeul

Lyrics.

I met a face ring rounded pocket eyes
That shaped folded banks inside
As he shivered out thoughts
They went: "golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans"
Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths

All these thoughts rolled onto needles
They spilled from heads tumble like apples fell into the sky,
That's where they hide,
Where rubies turned diamonds
Like textures like sunshine
Behind hands arms lift into its own
Behind hands arms lift into its own

As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets
Out of their throats pours tongues licking down
"What will we become?"

Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired
Will stay where it's warm,
Where it's safe from the down beating drums
They went: "golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans"
Behind hands arms lift into its own
Behind hands arms lift into its own

Pull the sleep out covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine
Pull the sleep out covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine
As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets
Out of their throats pours tongues licking down
"What will we become?"

Into its own
Into its own
Into its own



All comments from YouTube:

DocM

So beautiful and harmonizing and simply mesmerizing!!! A spiritual awakening!!

Blair Cambeul

Lyrics.

I met a face ring rounded pocket eyes
That shaped folded banks inside
As he shivered out thoughts
They went: "golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans"
Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths

All these thoughts rolled onto needles
They spilled from heads tumble like apples fell into the sky,
That's where they hide,
Where rubies turned diamonds
Like textures like sunshine
Behind hands arms lift into its own
Behind hands arms lift into its own

As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets
Out of their throats pours tongues licking down
"What will we become?"

Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired
Will stay where it's warm,
Where it's safe from the down beating drums
They went: "golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans"
Behind hands arms lift into its own
Behind hands arms lift into its own

Pull the sleep out covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine
Pull the sleep out covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine
As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets
Out of their throats pours tongues licking down
"What will we become?"

Into its own
Into its own
Into its own

MsBeatlejoos

🙏

coverkillernation

my introduction to you guys as a band. Never looked back ever since. Loving Evil Friends, and looking forward to more, more, MORE!

Jake deWyn

This has more than a hint of The Mars Volta in it, but is awesome enough that it doesn't come across as a rip-off. 2:03 onward is pure magic!

jon Sqze

omg love the upload. i use to own this but i left it on my car when i sold it. You guys rock and are moving true music forward, i thank you.

monkooo

This is Portugal. the man!

Loudsoda

This has a hint of "And I" in it

Loner Link

My fav. This songs about heroin btw

JayConnor1989

All I understand was Jägermeister! :D

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