Darnielle began the new millennium with The Coroner's Gambit for Absolutely Kosher before signing to 4AD for the release of the surprisingly polished Tallahassee in 2002. We Shall All Be Healed followed in 2004, and one year later, Darnielle was back with The Sunset Tree. Remaining as prolific as ever, Darnielle turned away from the intensity of The Sunset Tree for a calmer, more reflective set of songs on 2006's Get Lonely. The accessible and assured Heretic Pride appeared in 2008. Next up was the Bible verse-inspired The Life of the World to Come, the group's sixth album for 4AD, in 2010. Switching to Merge Records in 2011, Darnielle released All Eternals Deck, which was recorded in four different studios in Brooklyn, Boston, North Carolina, and Florida with four different producers -- John Congleton, Scott Solter, Brandon Eggleston, and Morbid Angel guitarist and Hate Eternal frontman Erik Rutan -- helming various tracks. That year the band was also handpicked by Jeff Mangum of Neutral Milk Hotel to perform at the All Tomorrow's Parties festival that he was curating in Minehead, England, but they were ultimately unable to appear due to scheduling issues.
Masher
The Mountain Goats Lyrics
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Most of the air has got to choke you
Most of June I spent in jail again
I don't mean jail, exactly
Up in the pine tree
Red squirrel looking down at me
I am losing control of the language again
Most of the things I used to hold onto
Most of the things I used to say to you
Most of the ways I knew around the local roads
Are disappearing daily
High in the cottonwood
You were looking down at me and it sure looked good
Hair hanging down in the leaves
Your neck tilted back to make a rainbow
I was losing control of the language again
I am losing control of the language again
The Mountain Goats's song "Masher" is a reflective, introspective track that delves into the theme of losing control. The songwriter opens the song by asserting that he has lost most of the brine and air, indicating that he is left with very little in his life. He then goes on to reveal that he spent most of June in jail. However, he clarifies that it was not necessarily "jail," keeping the listeners guessing at what he actually means. The song then delves deeper into the theme of struggling with communication and language. The songwriter admits that he is losing control of the language again, which can be understood as a metaphor for both struggling to communicate with others and struggling to understand one's own emotions and thoughts.
This theme of losing control is further emphasized through the imagery of animals, such as the red squirrel and cottonwood that are mentioned in the lyrics. The songwriter is looking up at these creatures, feeling a sense of longing and admiration for their effortless existence, but also acknowledging that he is losing control. The song ends on a whimper, with the songwriter admitting once again that he is losing control of the language.
Line by Line Meaning
Most of the brine has got to boil away
Most of the salty water has to evaporate
Most of the air has got to choke you
Most of the atmosphere will suffocate you
Most of June I spent in jail again
I was locked up for most of the month of June
I don't mean jail, exactly
It wasn't quite a literal jail, but it felt like one
Up in the pine tree
I climbed up into the evergreen
Red squirrel looking down at me
A colorful squirrel observed me from above
I am losing control of the language again
I no longer have mastery over how I express myself
Most of the things I used to hold onto
Almost everything I used to cling to
Most of the things I used to say to you
Most of my previous conversations with you
Most of the ways I knew around the local roads
I've forgotten most of the shortcuts I knew on the nearby streets
Are disappearing daily
They're vanishing with each passing day
High in the cottonwood
I climbed up to the top of the deciduous tree
You were looking down at me and it sure looked good
You peered down at me and it was a lovely sight
Hair hanging down in the leaves
Your locks dangled among the foliage
Your neck tilted back to make a rainbow
Your head was angled upwards, producing a colorful arc
I am losing control of the language again
Once again, my ability to communicate is slipping away
Contributed by Riley R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.