Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect
The Decemberists Lyrics


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And here I dreamt I was a soldier
And I marched the streets of Birkenau
And I recall in spring
The perfume that the air would bring
To the indolent town
Where the barkers call the moon down
The carnival was ringing loudly now
And just to lay with you
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
Save lay my rifle down

And try one, and try two
I guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this way
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

And I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And I built this balustrade
To keep you home, to keep you safe
From the outside world
But the angles and the corners
Even though my work is unparalleled
They never seemed to meet
This structure fell about our feet
And we were free to go

And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, okay
Guess it's better to turn this way
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
I will be buried with my marionettes
Countess and courtesan
Have fallen 'neath my tender hand
When their husbands were not around
But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
Oh, while you furrow like the lioness
And we are vagabonds
We travel without seat belts on
To live this close to death

And try one, and try two
I guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this
But I won, so you lose
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this way




Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Overall Meaning

The song "Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect" by The Decemberists talks about a series of dreams that the singer experiences where he takes on different roles and personas. In the first verse, he dreams of being a soldier marching the streets of Birkenau, a Nazi concentration camp during World War II. He remembers the sweet smell of spring in contrast to the horrors of the camp. He mentions a carnival ringing loudly and the barkers calling the moon down, depicting the surrealness of the situation. The only thing he desires is to be with his loved one, but his rifle symbolizes his duty and responsibility.


In the second verse, the singer dreams of being an architect but admits that he is nothing of a builder in reality. He built a balustrade as a security measure to protect his loved one from the outside world. However, even though he created the structure with meticulous effort, it still collapsed, and they were both free to go. This collapse symbolizes the inevitable fallibility of human efforts.


In the third verse, the singer imagines himself to be a Spaniard in Spain, where he has a tendency to dominate women (countesses and courtesans) while their husbands are away. However, he seems to be truly in love with his teenage girlfriend, who has a bold personality but is also vulnerable. He describes them as vagabonds traveling without seat belts to live close to death, which suggests their adventurous and careless way of living.


Overall, the song touches upon themes of love, power, and the limitations of human efforts. It highlights the complexities of human emotions and desires that can play out in our dreams and imaginations.


Line by Line Meaning

And here I dreamt I was a soldier
In my dream, I was a soldier


And I marched the streets of Birkenau
I walked the streets of Birkenau in my dream


And I recall in spring
I remembered the springtime in my dream


The perfume that the air would bring
The fragrance that the wind carried


To the indolent town
To the lazy city


Where the barkers call the moon down
Where the carnival people beckon the moon


The carnival was ringing loudly now
The carnival was very noisy


And just to lay with you
To be with you intimately


There's nothing that I wouldn't do
I would do anything


Save lay my rifle down
Except put my weapon down


And try one, and try two
Trying again and again


Guess it always comes down to
It seems to always end up that


Alright, it's okay
Everything's fine


Guess it's better to turn this way
Maybe it's better to change direction


Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey


And I am nothing of a builder
I'm not skilled at construction


But here I dream I was an architect
But in my dream, I was a skilled architect


And I built this balustrade
I built a balustrade


To keep you home, to keep you safe
To keep you secure and protected at home


From the outside world
Away from the world outside


But the angles and the corners
However, the angles and corners


Even though my work is unparalelled
Despite my work being unmatched


They never seemed to meet
They never came together


This structure fell about our feet
The structure fell apart around us


And we were free to go
And we were liberated


And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
Now I'm a Spaniard in Spain


I will be buried with my marionettes
My puppets will be buried with me


Countess and courtesan
Noblewoman and mistress


Have fallen 'neath my tender hand
Have been captivated by me


When their husbands were not around
When their husbands were absent


But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
But you, my stained teenage girlfriend


Oh how you furrow like a lioness
How you frown like a lioness


And we are vagabonds
We are wanderers


We travel without seat belts on
We travel without seat belts fastened


To live this close to death
Living dangerously close to death


But I won, so you lose
But I emerged victorious, so you lost


Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey




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Written by: Colin Meloy

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@jmlavergne4629

Here I dreamt I was a soldier,
and I marched the streets of Birkenau.
And I recall, in spring,
the perfume that the air would bring
to the indolent town.
.
Where the barkers called the moon down,
the carnival was ringing loudly, now.
And just to lay with you
there's nothing that I wouldn't do,
save lay my rifle down.

And try one,
and try two.
I guess it always comes down to:
Alright, it's okay.
Guess it's better to turn this way.

And am nothing of a builder,
but here I dreamt I was an architect
and I built this balustrade
to keep you home, to keep you safe
from the outside world.
.
But the angles and the corners,
though my work is unparalleled,
they never seem to meet.
The structure fell about our feet
and we were free to go.

And try one,
and try two.
I guess it always comes down to:
Alright. Okay.
Guess it's better to turn this way.

And here in Spain, I am a Spaniard.
I will be buried with my marionettes.
Countess and courtesan
have fallen 'neath my tender hand
when their husbands were not around.
.
And you, my soiled teenage girlfriend:
Oh, are you furrowed like a lioness?
And we are vagabonds.
We travel without seatbelts on.
We live this close to death.

And try one,
and try two.
I guess it always comes down to:
Alright, it's okay.
Guess it's better to turn this...
.
But I won, so you lose.
Guess it always comes down to:
Alright, it's okay.
Guess it's better to turn this way.



@greenwave819

Lyrics:

And here I dreamt I was a soldier
And I marched the streets of Birkenau
And I recall in spring, the perfume that the air would bring to the indolent town
Where the barkers called the moon down
The carnival was ringing loudly now
And just to lay with you, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
Save lay my rifle down
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this way
And I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And I built this balustrade to keep you home
To keep you safe from the outside world
But the angles and the corners
Even though my work is unparalleled
They never seemed to meet
The structure fell about our feet, and we were free to go
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this way
And here in Spain, I am a Spaniard
I will be buried with my marionettes
Countess and courtesan have fallen 'neath my tender hand
When their husbands were not around
But, you're my soiled teenage girlfriend
While you furrow like a lioness
And we are vagabonds
We travel without seat belts on and live this close to death
And try one, and try two
I guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this
But I won, so you lose
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this way



@mcortezwriter

here i dreamt i was an english major
and i listened to decemberists

or, wait--maybe:

here i dreamt i was in grad school
and i listened to decemberists
and i recall in spring the black horn rims
and skinny jeans
i'd wear to seminar



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@killrockstars

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@dustynuggets22

How depressing

@MangekyoSharingan313

"Robin took a long walk, that night. She thought about how opening yourself up to another person usually means opening yourself up to going a little crazy; she thought about how much easier it was just to be alone. And then she came to see me.

@CLuvTravels

That dialogue followed by this song.....great moment

@codelicious6590

How much easier it is to simply open yourself up to going a little crazy, the rest follows naturally.

@blueinstagram3951

This song is perfect.... The sound and lyrics combine to create a medley of nostalgia, happiness, and sorrow at the same time.

@lucillenegan

Ted Mosby, Architect

@user-vh4yi8yy3g

That would never work

@CLuvTravels

Hah, amazing story, as per use

@codelicious6590

Ah...wait for it..

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