The Crow
Subtle Lyrics


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A ways outside the tower and turmoil of towns,

In the quiet color cutting of another splendid sunset
on the spit of wire spun between two telephone pole necks,
sits an awful fevered murder of crows.
Itching the dusk with the call that only they can lay low,
And so that day they did unwittingly dispose
themselves to the appetite behind all O
Men yet not comprehending their stick in the scheme
of the prey-on-prey ballet of ending day

Prey-on-prey ballet of ending day (x4)

Those crows
Twitching with the omen they've become on earth

Several thousand thick in a fit,
of everything but empty
Those crows sicked, their starving wings
on choking out the sun fall's sinking pinks

Surrounded by the wellwater black of near night and become,
Those crows dove into the quiet of the half sunken in sun
To set themselves against the same take-spark that aches in men
Their die, their dive, and their dire became them

And all that barged into the sunset's wellwater pith of a sky seeming what if, we're spit back out to doom and sings of flocks of forks with wing
An obvious and ominous earth ode and grand
To the soaring sordid appetite (the soaring sordid appetite) (to the soaring sordid appetite) of man

The sky has always been a complex death of all its hunting things,

And so (cause) So (cause) shall the crow (cause)




Cuts its throat's most awful cough
From its heavy metal song

Overall Meaning

The song “The Crow” by Subtle describes the scene of a murder of crows perched atop a wire between two telephone poles. The lyrics describe the birds’ behaviour as they squawk restlessly and twitch with omen, oblivious to their own position in the scheme of things. The imagery used in the song alludes to the impending doom and the evening’s darkening sky, creating a sense of foreboding. The line “prey-on-prey ballet of ending day” further accentuates the idea of the inevitability of death as the crows dive headfirst into the quiet of the sunset. The concept of a “soaring sordid appetite” of man is also mentioned, referencing our destructive tendencies and the role we play in the destruction of wildlife and nature.


The lyrics of “The Crow” are symbolic and metaphorical. The crows are representative of death, omens and darkness, while the wire can be seen as a metaphor for life and the precariousness of existence. The song’s message is that death comes to everything, and the darkening sky and the murder of crows are both symbols of this.


Line by Line Meaning

A ways outside the tower and turmoil of towns,
Away from the busy and chaotic cities,


In the quiet color cutting of another splendid sunset on the spit of wire spun between two telephone pole necks,
In the peaceful and colorful setting of a sunset between two telephone poles,


sits an awful fevered murder of crows.
A large group of crows gathered together,


Itching the dusk with the call that only they can lay low,
Making the most unique sound in the evening,


And so that day they did unwittingly dispose themselves to the appetite behind all O
Unknowingly submitting themselves to the prey of men,


Men yet not comprehending their stick in the scheme of the prey-on-prey ballet of ending day
Humans not realizing their part in the cycle of predators hunting and being hunted during sunset,


Prey-on-prey ballet of ending day (x4)
The dance of nature where the hunter becomes the hunted,


Those crows Twitching with the omen they've become on earth
The crows nervously sensing their fate on earth,


Several thousand thick in a fit, of everything but empty
A thick flock of crows full of energy and not lacking in anything,


Those crows sicked, their starving wings on choking out the sun fall's sinking pinks
The crows attacking the sunset colors of the sky with their hungry wings,


Surrounded by the wellwater black of near night and become,
As the night approaches and surroundings become darker,


Those crows dove into the quiet of the half sunken in sun
The crows flying into the quiet half-sunken sun,


To set themselves against the same take-spark that aches in men
To challenge the same desire in humans to take what they want,


Their die, their dive, and their dire became them
Their fate, their plunge, and their desperate situation defined them,


And all that barged into the sunset's wellwater pith of a sky seeming what if, we're spit back out to doom and sings of flocks of forks with wing
Those who interrupt the beauty of the sunset and entertain the idea of doom become like the crows with their sharp wings,


An obvious and ominous earth ode and grand
A warning and significant message from nature,


To the soaring sordid appetite (the soaring sordid appetite) (to the soaring sordid appetite) of man
Regarding the insatiable and dirty nature of human desires,


The sky has always been a complex death of all its hunting things,
The sky is where predators hunt and victims die,


And so (cause) So (cause) shall the crow (cause)
Therefore, the crows have to meet their fate,


Cuts its throat's most awful cough
Making the most painful death sound,


From its heavy metal song
From the unique and dramatic cawing of the crow.




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