Pet Politics
Silver Jews Lyrics


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Guard my bed
While the rain turns the ditches to mirrors
By a vase of carnations from central Ohio
Where the looking machine can't here us

Deep in the night we dream of positions
There's a line for the phone in the hall
And in the cold places where Spanish is spoken
Most wars end in the fall

You never know where your pet will go
Pet politics
Pet politics
Pet politics
Pet politics

Still wearing last nights' mascara
Now that her pet was gone for sure
She was shivering so hard
It looked like there were two of her

I could see through the sleeve of her blouse
The plans of her architect lover
A tattoo of a boarded-up house
And ink door that belonged to another

When the rain hits you
It hits you slow
Stitch after stitch
Stitch after stitch
Stitch after stitch
Stitch after stitch

Adam was not the first man 'though the Bible tells us so
There was one created before him, whose name we do not know
He also lived in the garden
But he had no mouth or eyes
One day Adam came to kill him
And he died beneath these skies

I find it so amazing how
I go where I'm led
I go where I'm led
I go where I'm led
I go where I'm led

I suspect we could be losing now
Please guard my bed
Please guard my bed




Please guard my bed
Please guard my bed

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Silver Jews' song "Pet Politics" explore themes of love, loss, and power dynamics. The opening verse sets the scene with imagery of rain turning ditches into mirrors and a vase of carnations from central Ohio. The singer asks someone to guard their bed while they dream of different positions, suggesting a desire for sexual experimentation. The mention of a phone line and references to Spanish-speaking places ending wars in the fall suggests a sense of disconnection from the world outside.


The chorus repeats the phrase "pet politics," which can be interpreted in a few different ways. It could be a commentary on the power dynamics between owners and pets, or it could be a metaphor for the interpersonal power dynamics at play in the singer's relationships. The second verse describes a woman who is still wearing last night's mascara and shivering after her pet has gone missing. The singer sees a tattoo on her arm depicting a boarded-up house, possibly representing a sense of entrapment or abandonment.


The third verse takes a more philosophical turn, referencing a figure who existed before Adam in the Garden of Eden and was killed by him. This could be interpreted as a commentary on the cyclical nature of power and violence in human history. The song ends with the singer acknowledging that they may be losing and asking someone to guard their bed.


Line by Line Meaning

Guard my bed
Keep watch over my bed


While the rain turns the ditches to mirrors
During heavy rain, the water-filled roadside ditches reflect like mirrors


By a vase of carnations from central Ohio
Next to a vase filled with carnations from the central area of Ohio


Where the looking machine can't here us
In a location where surveillance devices cannot hear us


Deep in the night we dream of positions
Late at night, we have vivid dreams of various states or situations we want to be in


There's a line for the phone in the hall
The phone in the hallway has a waiting line or queue


And in the cold places where Spanish is spoken
In areas with cold climates where Spanish is widely spoken


Most wars end in the fall
Historically, many wars have ended during the autumn season


You never know where your pet will go
Your pet can go anywhere and do anything without your knowledge


Pet politics
The complex politics and social hierarchy that exists in the world of pets and their owners


Still wearing last nights' mascara
She's still wearing the mascara she applied the previous night


Now that her pet was gone for sure
Now that she's certain her pet is no longer around


She was shivering so hard
She's trembling violently


It looked like there were two of her
Her shaking is so severe that it seems like there are two of her


I could see through the sleeve of her blouse
Through the sleeve of her blouse, I can see what's underneath


The plans of her architect lover
I can see the drawings or designs made by her architect lover


A tattoo of a boarded-up house
She has a tattoo of a house with boarded-up windows


And ink door that belonged to another
There is a tattoo of a door that potentially belongs to someone else


When the rain hits you
When you're hit by rain


It hits you slow
It falls on you gently


Stitch after stitch
The process of healing or repairing takes time and requires many steps


Adam was not the first man 'though the Bible tells us so
Despite what the Bible says, there may have been a different man created before Adam


There was one created before him, whose name we do not know
There could have been an unnamed man created prior to Adam


He also lived in the garden
The other man also resided in the garden


But he had no mouth or eyes
Uniquely, the other man had neither mouth nor eyes


One day Adam came to kill him
At some point in time, Adam attacked and killed the other man


And he died beneath these skies
The other man's death occurred under the same sky we live under


I find it so amazing how
I'm fascinated by the way that


I go where I'm led
I follow where I'm directed or guided


Please guard my bed
Please keep watch over my bed




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Jonathan Boswell

This dude is/was the greatest living songwriter. I'd say he punches the proverbial Bob Dylan in the mouth with his words.

demanthor

AMEN

Ricardo Hernandez

David Berman is a brilliant writer with the sentiments of a transient hoping to find home again. In case you can't tell, I totally love, respect and admire him. Love the Silver Jews!!! Takes me back to finer, simpler...more fun times.

congo tronics

god only knows how much I loved this song......

bri

such an impactful songwriter. the world lost one of the greats. RIP

Pancho308

We need a reunion with Malkmus! These guys never get old....love American Water

Joe

rest easy big man

Sam Bunker

Rest In Peace this beer is for you

gskiesel

"Please guard my bed." I have a dying dog that is still doing that tonight. James Joyce talked about turning the bread of everyday life into something artistic. David Berman has done so, and then some.

Zakaria Meddings

So beautiful...

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