Little Boxes
The Decemberists Lyrics


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Little boxes, on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same

There's a green one, and a pink one
And a blue one, and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same

And the people in the houses
All go to the university
And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same
And there's doctors, and there's lawyers
And business executives
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martini dry
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same

And the boys go into business
And they marry and raise a family
And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same
There's a green one, and a pink one
And a blue one, and a yellow one




And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same

Overall Meaning

The Decemberists’ song Little Boxes is a commentary on the sameness and conformity of the American suburban lifestyle. The song uses the visual metaphor of ‘little boxes’ to represent the homes and lifestyles of the middle-class suburbanites. The ‘ticky-tacky’ materials used to build the houses represent the inauthenticity and uniformity of the suburb – nothing is unique or original. The song also criticizes the educational system, suggesting that it is simply another institution that perpetuates the cycle of conformity, as the students all learn and behave in the same manner.


The conditions of the suburban lifestyle that the song critiques are exemplified in the imagery of the lyrics. For instance, the reference to martini drinks and playing on the golf course paint a picture of a mundane and banal leisure time, which is accessible only to the suburbanite. The song highlights the dark side of conformity, capturing the monotony and boredom in the existence of a suburbanite, who does not have the opportunity to express oneself uniquely.


In conclusion, The Decemberists' Little Boxes song uses a clever literary device to criticize the conformity of the suburban lifestyle. The lyrics provide a compelling commentary on the routine nature of the suburban existence, which takes away the opportunity of individual expression.


Line by Line Meaning

Little boxes, on the hillside
Houses, side-by-side on the hill


Little boxes made of ticky-tacky
These houses being cheap and mass-produced


Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same
All of these houses being similar and identical


There's a green one, and a pink one
There are a variety of houses


And a blue one, and a yellow one
These houses come in different colors


And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
Despite the small differences in color, they are all the same cheap quality


And they all look just the same
In the end, they all look identical


And the people in the houses
The occupants of these houses


All go to the university
Attain higher education


And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same
Despite attaining higher education, they are still confined to societal expectations and norms


And there's doctors, and there's lawyers
Different professions represented in these houses


And business executives
Professionals in positions of power and wealth


And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
Despite their different professions, they are all confined by societal norms and expectations


And they all look just the same
Despite their different professions, they are all bound to the same societal norms and expectations


And they all play on the golf course
They participate in activities that are typical for their social class


And drink their martini dry
They participate in typical activities of their social class such as drinking martinis


And they all have pretty children
They have children that conform to societal expectations of beauty and success


And the children go to school
Their children attend typical schools


And the children go to summer camp
Their children attend typical summer camps


And then to the university
Their children are expected to attain higher education


And they all get put in boxes
Their children fall into similar societal expectations as the parents


And they all come out the same
Their children turn out to be similar to their parents despite their higher education


And the boys go into business
Sons follow their father's footsteps into business positions


And they marry and raise a family
Sons get married and start a family


And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same
They also become confined to societal expectations and norms like their fathers


There's a green one, and a pink one
The cycle repeats itself, but with a few different variables


And a blue one, and a yellow one
A continuation of the variations


And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
Despite these variations, they still follow the same mass-produced cheapness


And they all look just the same
Ultimately, they all fall into similar societal confinements and norms




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MrLupus

Get the rox in the box, get the water right down to your socks
This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones
We all do what we can, we endure our fellow man
And we sing our songs to the head frames creaks and moans

And it's one, two, three on the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for? What were you meant for?
And it's seven, eight, nine, you get your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

And you won't make a dime on this gray Granite Mountain Mine
Of dirt you're made and to dirt you will return
So while we're living here, let's get this little one thing clear
There's plenty of men to die, you don't jump your turn

And it's one, two, three on the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for? What were you meant for?
And it's seven, eight, nine, you get your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

And it's one, two, three on the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for? Whatever you're meant for
And it's seven, eight, nine, you get your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again


You're welcome people



All comments from YouTube:

MrLupus

Get the rox in the box, get the water right down to your socks
This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones
We all do what we can, we endure our fellow man
And we sing our songs to the head frames creaks and moans

And it's one, two, three on the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for? What were you meant for?
And it's seven, eight, nine, you get your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

And you won't make a dime on this gray Granite Mountain Mine
Of dirt you're made and to dirt you will return
So while we're living here, let's get this little one thing clear
There's plenty of men to die, you don't jump your turn

And it's one, two, three on the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for? What were you meant for?
And it's seven, eight, nine, you get your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

And it's one, two, three on the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for? Whatever you're meant for
And it's seven, eight, nine, you get your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again


You're welcome people

Joe

Nah it says on their website it's shuffle

Raiden TB

it is shovel, I think

Rob Riley

+MrLupus i hear 'shovel' not 'shuffle', but you are probably right?! :)

Caedyn M

it's never lupus

VideoSaySo

I'm SO late in the game with this band! Will you alumni fans accept a new member? They are simply the most delightful thing I've come across in a long time! I was only familiar with Mariner's Revenge these last couple of years, but I finally managed to seek out more. Glad I did!

isabel hoch

ofc! welcome, fellow fan! <3

Jim McCarthy

It will soon be the 104th Anniversary of the tragic Granite Mountain-Speculator Mine Disaster of June 8, 1917 in Butte, Montana. This is a fitting tribute to the rough and tough copper miners who toiled underground to provide copper to the world! Thanks Colin, Tap 'er light!

Simon Sharp

I hear quite a lot of English Folk Revival in these guys as well as the Appalachian and Irish traditions. Reminiscent of bands like Fairport Convention and Show of Hands.

Ilse Lotz

Ooh! I'm going to check those bands out right now. Thanks!

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