Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works
Rasputina Lyrics


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On one side was Albany Avenue
On the other side a rushing creek
Laid in Flemish bond
Three stories high, a fortress of brick
This was a place of employ
The Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works
But it still hurts
When I think of the privileged captivity
Of the mill girl like me
Kept sequestered
Only seen on a rope bridge
That hangs high over the stream

We are kept like galley slaves
While strangers decorate our father's graves
A dark secret of this river, this creek
This stream, oh what does it mean?

You'll hear no flattery at the factory
At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works

There comes an undertone of frantic in her stitchery
Idle talk do the turn to the wicked
Take a listen, you'll surely see
Between the girls a foul ensued
Our heroine turns in word
To her collection
To examine her collection
Her collection of two hundred and twenty-five smiles

You'll hear no flattery at the factory
At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works

You'll hear no flattery at the factory
At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works

Each decision we make is based on love or fear
Shall I be kind or cruel or fake?
Shall I now shed a tear?

You can see them up in the windows of the factory
Any night of the week
Like beautifully-gowned wax figures on display
with the loveliest eyes you've ever seen
Squinting to baste the flouts
Basting underskirts as big as wagon wheels
Stabbing feelings with a needle
Do you like how that feels?

You'll hear no flattery at the factory
At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works

You'll hear no flattery at the factory




At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works
At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works by Rasputina narrate the story of a mill girl who works at the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works. The place where she works is a fortress of brick, laid in Flemish bond, and located between Albany Avenue and a rushing creek. The mill girl feels trapped and sequestered, only seen on a rope bridge hanging high over the stream. She is kept like a galley slave while strangers decorate her father's graves. The mill girl questions the meaning of the stream and reveals the dark secrets of the river. There is no flattery at the factory, only the undertone of frantic stitchery and idle talk turning to the wicked. Our heroine turns in word to her collection of two hundred and twenty-five smiles to examine her feelings.


The song’s lyrics highlight the abysmal conditions under which the mill girls worked during the Industrial Revolution in America. The mill girls worked for long hours in cramped and poorly lit factories, often suffering from illnesses and injuries. They were kept in strict confinement and even their access to fresh air was limited. The song’s protagonist is struggling with her emotions and dealing with the overall feeling of being trapped in such an environment.


Line by Line Meaning

On one side was Albany Avenue
The Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works was situated near Albany Avenue.


On the other side a rushing creek
There was a creek rushing on the other side of the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works.


Laid in Flemish bond
The brickwork was laid in a Flemish bond pattern.


Three stories high, a fortress of brick
The Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works was made of brick and was three stories high.


This was a place of employ
The Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works provided employment for people.


The Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works
The Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works was a factory that produced hoopskirts.


But it still hurts
The memory of working there still causes pain.


When I think of the privileged captivity
The artist feels trapped and confined despite her privileged position.


Of the mill girl like me
The artist is a mill girl who works in the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works.


Kept sequestered
The mill girls were kept isolated from the outside world.


Only seen on a rope bridge
The only way to see the mill girls was to look at them from the rope bridge crossing the creek.


That hangs high over the stream
The rope bridge was suspended high over the rushing stream.


We are kept like galley slaves
The singer and her colleagues feel like they are slaves working in the factory.


While strangers decorate our father's graves
The mill girls' fathers are buried nearby, but strangers tend to their graves.


A dark secret of this river, this creek
There is a mysterious and unsettling aspect to the creek near the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works.


This stream, oh what does it mean?
The artist is curious about the significance of the stream.


You'll hear no flattery at the factory
The workers in the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works do not compliment each other.


There comes an undertone of frantic in her stitchery
The singer detects a sense of urgency in her work as she sews.


Idle talk do the turn to the wicked
Gossip often turns cruel and unpleasant in the factory.


Take a listen, you'll surely see
If you listen closely, you will notice what is happening in the factory.


Between the girls a foul ensued
There was a conflict or an argument between the mill girls.


Our heroine turns in word
The artist decides to speak up.


To her collection
The singer takes out her collection of smiles.


To examine her collection
She looks at her collection of smiles.


Her collection of two hundred and twenty-five smiles
The singer has amassed a collection of two hundred and twenty-five smiles from her colleagues.


Each decision we make is based on love or fear
Our decisions are influenced either by love or fear.


Shall I be kind or cruel or fake?
The singer wonders if she should be genuine or put on a facade.


Shall I now shed a tear?
The artist questions if she should show her emotions.


You can see them up in the windows of the factory
The mill girls can be seen through the factory windows.


Any night of the week
They can be seen any night of the week.


Like beautifully-gowned wax figures on display
The mill girls look like mannequins dressed in beautiful clothing.


with the loveliest eyes you've ever seen
Their eyes are enchanting and mesmerizing.


Squinting to baste the flouts
The mill girls squint as they sew hoopskirts.


Basting underskirts as big as wagon wheels
The mill girls sew underskirts that are as large as wagon wheels.


Stabbing feelings with a needle
The harsh working conditions and being trapped in the factory cause emotional pain for the mill girls.




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Written by: MELORA CREAGER

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