Squirrel Song
Shellac Lyrics


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This is a sad fuckin' song
We'll be lucky if I don't bust out crying

How does it feel?
Your night light, your curling iron
Lit up by the sweat of others,
For pennies a day
But not from November to May

The floor is littered
With woodchips and apple cores
And hulls (holes, husks?) of acorns
There is a chattering sound

Because they were squirrels; real squirrels.
(And there were thousands)




This isn't some kind of metaphor,
Goddamn, this is real

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of "Squirrel Song" by Shellac set the tone for the entire song - it is a sad and emotional piece, with the singer admitting that he may just cry while performing it. The song then moves on to describe a scene that is simultaneously mundane and strange. The singer asks, "How does it feel?" and then describes various objects - a night light, a curling iron - being illuminated by "the sweat of others." This seems to be a metaphor for the idea of people being exploited or taken advantage of - perhaps being paid too little for their work, or having to work in dangerous or unpleasant conditions. And yet, the odd detail that follows - that the situation only exists "not from November to May" - makes it clear that the objects mentioned are actually being lit up by the presence of squirrels, who are somehow responsible for the mysterious lighting.


Line by Line Meaning

This is a sad fuckin' song
The following lyrics will depict a depressing story


We'll be lucky if I don't bust out crying
The singer may become emotional while conveying the story


How does it feel?
The singer asks a question directed at someone


Your night light, your curling iron
Listing off personal belongings of the person being addressed


Lit up by the sweat of others,
Items were likely obtained through cheap labor


For pennies a day
Cheap labor results in low wages for workers


But not from November to May
The work season lasts only certain months


The floor is littered
The surroundings are dirty


With woodchips and apple cores
Leftover food and debris covers the ground


And hulls of acorns
There are remnants of food that has been consumed


There is a chattering sound
Squirrels can be heard communicating with each other


Because they were squirrels; real squirrels.
The animals present are actual squirrels, not symbolic references


(And there were thousands)
There is a large population of squirrels in the area


This isn't some kind of metaphor,
The description is not a symbolic representation of something else


Goddamn, this is real
The situation being described is truthful and genuine




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

RasBuyaka

to have:
'your night light, and your curling iron
lit up by the sweat of others
for pennies a day
but not from november to may.
the floor is littered
with woodchips and apple cores
and there's a chattering sound.
because they were squirrels.
real squirrels.
and there were thousands.
this isn't some kind of metaphor,
goddamn, this is real'
from an interview with Steve Albini:
"The Squirrel Song is basically just a short story. It’s just about this guy who becomes suspicious of the power of the distribution grid and he wants to separate himself from it, so he builds a squirrel-powered generating plant so that way he can be self-sufficient. The problem is, of course, he has all these squirrels, and he then has to tend all the squirrels, and it takes up all his time. And they only really generate enough power to keep the lights on in the squirrel house. Even then, they hibernate all winter. Also, this dude has invented this boogie man [in] the power grid, [and] he decides to sidestep it by building a squirrel power plant that ends up totally consuming his life – and it doesn’t accomplish what he wants it to."



All comments from YouTube:

NoEsUnYoutuber

Always loved those little Flamenco-ish licks. Such a perfect little buildup to total destruction.

Mike Nolan

the guitar work is exceptional

tom osman

This isn’t some kind of metaphor. Goddamn this is real!

Jessie

This is a SAD fuckin song...

NoEsUnYoutuber

We'll be lucky if I don't bust out cryin'!

Dylan Hawes

arghhhh when i see them live again im gonna thrash my body for the dance

Andrew McPherson

When the bass comes in, aw yeah

Crank Lab Explosion - lab central

R E A L S Q U I R R E L S

Ewan Fresco

I rate this song 17/8

Christopher Loza

@THE316SUX ! 9 and 8 do not add to 19, it is 17, but you're right, i wasn't counting until this comment made me overthink it. Lol

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