Moments
Red House Painters Lyrics


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gently in these ragged folds
curled up and warm like easter's child
a breath so faint, angelic weight

i can't deny
that i drift sometimes
even in these loving moments
to summery fields i call my own
where i can lie and in them feel
at one with my death
with limbs outstretched

i can't deny
that i'm weak sometimes
even in my strongest moments
and the way you cry at me




i don't know why
you stay

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Red House Painters' "Moments" describe a moment of intimacy and vulnerability between two people who deeply care for each other. The singer describes their partner as curled up and warm, with a breath that is faint and angelic. Despite the comfort of this moment, the singer admits to drifting away in their mind to a place of peace and rest, where they can feel at one with death. This admission shows the singer's struggle with mental health and possibly suicidal thoughts, even in moments of love and affection. The final lines of the song reveal the singer's insecurity and confusion about why their partner chooses to stay with them despite these struggles.


The use of music in this song adds to the intensity of the lyrics. The slow, mournful pace of the song matches the melancholy tone of the lyrics, while the guitar and piano add a sense of tenderness and vulnerability.


Line by Line Meaning

gently in these ragged folds
Softly cradled in the disheveled bedding


curled up and warm like easter's child
Tightly wrapped and cozy like a newborn during the spring holiday


a breath so faint, angelic weight
A barely detectable exhalation with a heavenly presence


i can't deny
I cannot lie or hide from the truth


that i drift sometimes
That I occasionally wander or lose focus


even in these loving moments
Even when embraced by tenderness


to summery fields i call my own
To warm, pastoral landscapes that I consider mine


where i can lie and in them feel
Where I can recline and experience


at one with my death
A oneness with my eventual demise


with limbs outstretched
With my extremities extended


i can't deny
I cannot lie or hide from the truth


that i'm weak sometimes
That I am occasionally feeble or fragile


even in my strongest moments
Even at my most resilient times


and the way you cry at me
And the manner in which you weep in my presence


i don't know why
I am uncertain as to the cause


you stay
You remain or continue to be with me




Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Mark Edward Kozelek

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Vinícius Oliveira

gently in these ragged folds
curled up and warm like easter's child
a breath so faint, angelic weight
i can't deny
that i drift sometimes
even in these loving moments
to summery fields i call my own
where i can lie and in them feel
at one with my death
with limbs outstretched
i can't deny
that i'm weak sometimes
even in my strongest moments
and the way you cry at me
i don't know why
you stay



All comments from YouTube:

Bla Bla

The soundtrack to the worst period of my life circa 1997-98... 20 years down the road and listening to this now still makes chills run up and down my spine. Depression never really goes away, does it.

facgce

💔

Amie Clay

"Depression is living in a body that fights to survive, with a mind that tries to die."

efewfew

How did you break out?

Anthony Testa

You either figure out how to live with it, or you don’t

R S

The human spirit is unbreakable. Love is possible, always.

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sadcore

Beautiful agony. I emptied an entire bar once when I played this, proving that most can't take Truth'n'Beauty.

tehee

I just discovered this song tonight. It’s like something I’ve always heard in my soul — it’s a most beautiful song with a total fall into darkness, perfect musical dissonance

Sometimescloudy

Holy shit my friend what a amazing story of a true cult following of great music taste

Puddles 420

Ha! I do the same thing. Maybe that’s why I don’t get asked back.

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