Silver Moons
Sunset Rubdown Lyrics


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Confetti floats away
Like dead leaves in the wagon's wake
There were parties here in my honor
'Til you sent me away
And now silver moons belong to you

I'm passing the baton
From the old mare to the fawn
It was out of line but it was fun
Didn't you love the part right before the dawn?
And now silver moons belong to you

I'm off to the ballet
And to practice all these ancient ways
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine
Tell their fathers that I'm on my way and say

Hey, hey

Maybe these days are over, over now
Maybe these days are over, over now
And I loved it better than anyone else, you know

And I believe in growing old with grace
I believe she only loved my face
I believe I acted like a child
Making faces at acquired tastes
And now silver moons belong to you

And silver moons belong to you

I'm off to the ballet
And to practice all these ancient ways
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine
Tell their fathers that I'm on my way and say

Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey

Maybe these days are over, over now,
I think maybe these days are over, over now
I believe in growing old with grace, I believe she only loved my face
And I think maybe these days are over, over now

Gone are the days bonfires make me think of you
Looks like the prophecy came true
You are a fallen tree
He is a fallen tree
"How old are you?"
"No, how old are you?"

Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer

Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer

Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer





Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
Sway around to the cadence of your voice when you sang there

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Sunset Rubdown's song "Silver Moons" are open to interpretation, but there are a few themes that emerge. The song seems to be about the passing of time and the passage of a particular phase of life. The singer seems to be reminiscing about the good times that they had, but also acknowledging that those times are now gone. In the first verse, the singer talks about parties that were thrown in their honor, but now those parties are over and the "silver moons" that they represent belong to someone else. The second verse has a more playful tone, as the singer talks about passing the baton from the old to the new and all the fun they had before dawn. But again, there's a sense of finality - the silver moons are gone.


The chorus is more contemplative, with the singer acknowledging that maybe those days are over now. They talk about growing old with grace, and how they believe that someone only loved them for their face. The next verse has a slightly accusatory tone, with the singer talking about how they acted like a child and made faces at "acquired tastes." Perhaps this is a reference to their own immaturity, or to the way they treated people they didn't necessarily like. Finally, the song ends with a series of images that seem to be about the impermanence of things, like bonfires that make the singer think of someone, but are now gone. Overall, the song seems to be about the inevitability of change and the bittersweetness of nostalgia.


Line by Line Meaning

Confetti floats away
The remnants of my celebration are now fading and disappearing


Like dead leaves in the wagon's wake
They are fading away like dead leaves being carried by the vehicle.


There were parties here in my honor
There used to be celebrations thrown for me and in my name


'Til you sent me away
But you took me away from all of that


And now silver moons belong to you
The shining silver moons now belong to you as they are no longer mine.


I'm passing the baton
I am giving up the responsibility and passing it onto someone else


From the old mare to the fawn
From something old and experienced to something young and new


It was out of line but it was fun
What I did was inappropriate, but it was enjoyable nonetheless


Didn't you love the part right before the dawn?
Remember how beautiful it was just before everything changed?


And now silver moons belong to you
The silver moons are no longer mine but have become yours.


I'm off to the ballet
I am going to a performance of a classical dance form


And to practice all these ancient ways
I want to continue following older, traditional practices


Tell the new kids where I hid the wine
Inform the younger generation where the alcohol has been kept hidden


Tell their fathers that I'm on my way and say
Also inform their fathers that I will be arriving soon


Hey, hey
An expression used to grab someone's attention


Maybe these days are over, over now
Perhaps these moments I am reminiscing about have ceased to exist


And I loved it better than anyone else, you know
I enjoyed those moments more than anyone else can even imagine


And I believe in growing old with grace
I believe in aging gracefully and elegantly


I believe she only loved my face
I think she only loved me for my appearance


I believe I acted like a child
I believe I was immature in my behavior and actions


Making faces at acquired tastes
Mocking those who like things that I don't enjoy


And now silver moons belong to you
The silver moons have become yours now


And silver moons belong to you
Once again reinforcing that the silver moons are now yours.


Gone are the days bonfires make me think of you
I no longer associate bonfires with thoughts of you


Looks like the prophecy came true
It seems like what was predicted earlier has indeed come true


You are a fallen tree
You are no longer standing strong and upright but have fallen


He is a fallen tree
Someone else is also no longer standing strong and upright but has fallen


"How old are you?"
A question about a person's age


"No, how old are you?"
An exchange about ages, to confirm the claim made earlier


Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
Beneath the layers of clothing you have on


There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
There are strong emotions and chaos brewing within you that you hide beneath a calm exterior


Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Those days when your hair moved to the rhythm of congas are long gone now


Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer
Move your body to the rhythm and sound of your own cheer




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