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The Story of The Twilight Hours
Experience eternity in a single song!
A beautiful name, The Twilight Hours. And the music is ravishing.
But who are these two men from Minneapolis? Can the hearts of John Munson and Matt Wilson be as pure as these songs we hear?
No. These are two practical and desperate gentlemen who have scrubbed around in the underbrush of music long enough to have touched glory and to have been gored by humiliation. Imagine the most moldy dressing room inside the loneliest bar. Now imagine two middle-aged men on a vinyl couch, crying in their underwear. There have been some sad moments.
Three decades ago, like proud and powerful young rodents, Munson and Wilson set about digging at the roots of a golden shrubbery called Music. They scratched the dirt for money and glory they thought might be buried underneath. Meanwhile, as they gouged their holes, time and wind killed the plant. Now, decades later, they raise their brown heads to see that the bush is dead! And there is no treasure! What else can the two rodents do, but return to their digging? They are The Twilight Hours.
And yet, weirdly – impossibly – the recordings that Munson and Wilson have patched together possess the power to build a green and complete universe inside your mind. How can two such degraded men create a sonic landscape of endless moisture and springtime. How?
How are insects made? Who teaches the birds to fly? Musicologists can explain the science behind Munson’s booming bass technique. Divinity students can guess as to the source of magic lies behind Wilson’s poetry. But here we are, in the flickering twilight of their time on earth, and their music is definitive, true and alive.
Still, you have questions. You need to hear the details of their broken lives – the scamming for money, the orchestras they’ve assembled and discarded. Maybe, if you gained some biographical context, you could decode the music: you could understand the songs as machines, rather than as incantations. Because when a work of unspeakable religious majesty such as “Stereo Night” looms directly above us like a tree that can touch the clouds – and then rise through them into heaven – isn’t it our duty is to dissect the tree? If The Twilight Hours present us with a plant whose fruit can give eternal life, isn’t it our job to study the fruit? To break it down and understand?
Eat! Eat the fruit. Stop questioning, and live forever! Bite down and experience eternity in a single song!
Those of you who fear magic, continue with your questions. Learn more history. Study the science of things that are dead.
And for those of you who are ready to fly up to the sun: here are The Twilight Hours.
Queen Of Tomorrow
The Twilight Hours Lyrics
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I was living with the singer in a local band
Such a sweet situation I don't understand how it could
End up in sorrow
Week day mornings she would leave for work
To be the second secretary to a postal clerk
I would remain on the sofa watching Captain Kirk
No mercy how she let me down
Now I know Queen Mary don't fool around
I keep calling information but she flew away
To the city by the ocean where she lives to day
Where are you, I wonder?
No number' no number
She had a blue Rickenbacker lying on its back
And a colossal home stereo speaker stack
With a customized quarter inch input jack
And it was hard not borrow
But I remember that she told me when she turned to go
Don't play that guitar through my stereo
Those are hand me down speakers and they're bound to blow
And I can't stand the sorrow
Well the hair on my Mary was burning red
And her clothes made a circle all around her bed
She was a decent little singer, the band was called
Queen of Tomorrow
Well I'm dedicated amateur electric hack
And there was heavy temptation from the speaker stack
When she came home early and the shit was jacked she said
Sayonara
I got a job as a dime store clerk
And know her song is on the speaker every day at work
I keep dreaming of the palace where she lives today
I keep hoping I can see her when she comes to play
The Twilight Hours's "Queen of Tomorrow" portrays the story of a man who reminisces about his past relationship with a singer in a local band called Queen of Tomorrow. He struggles to come to terms with the end of the relationship, reminiscing about the good times they had together. He was living with her, enjoying each other's company until she left him for a second-secretary job. Left alone, he would pass his days watching Captain Kirk on TV. It was then that he realizes how he came to be a broken man. The singer, Queen Mary, was his only love interest, and he would call her number every day hoping she would come back to him.
The singer had a blue Rickenbacker guitar that she told him never to play through her stereo as they had hand-me-down speakers which would blow up. However, he was tempted to play it, and the shit was jacked, causing her to say goodbye to him. He then gets employed as a dime-store clerk and hears her music play on the singers every day, constantly fantasizing about the palace she now lives in - where he hopes to one day see her again.
Overall, the "Queen of Tomorrow" is a melancholic song centered around unrequited love, lost opportunities, and longing for the past. It highlights the struggles of someone who can't move on from a lost love and spends their days reminiscing about the past.
Line by Line Meaning
I wanna tell you how I came to be a broken man
The singer explains his situation of being a broken man to the listeners
I was living with the singer in a local band
He was living with the lead singer of a band that played local gigs
Such a sweet situation I don't understand how it could
He doesn't understand how their sweet living arrangement could turn so sour
End up in sorrow
Their relationship ended in sorrow
Week day mornings she would leave for work
She would leave for work on weekday mornings
To be the second secretary to a postal clerk
Her workplace was at the post office, where she worked as a secretary
I would remain on the sofa watching Captain Kirk
While she was at work, he would watch Captain Kirk on the sofa
My main man of tomorrow
He enjoyed watching Captain Kirk, his favorite character of tomorrow
No mercy how she let me down
He was let down mercilessly by the singer
Now I know Queen Mary don't fool around
He learned that the singer, Queen Mary, doesn't mess around
I keep calling information but she flew away
He tried to call her but she moved away
To the city by the ocean where she lives today
She now lives in a city by the ocean
Where are you, I wonder?
He wonders where she is now
No number' no number
He can't find her phone number
She had a blue Rickenbacker lying on its back
She owned a blue Rickenbacker guitar that was lying on its back
And a colossal home stereo speaker stack
She had a huge home stereo speaker stack
With a customized quarter inch input jack
It had a customized quarter inch input jack
And it was hard not borrow
He found it hard not to borrow her equipment
But I remember that she told me when she turned to go
He remembers that she warned him before leaving
Don't play that guitar through my stereo
She told him not to play the guitar using her stereo
Those are hand me down speakers and they're bound to blow
She warned him that her speakers were hand-me-downs and could break easily
And I can't stand the sorrow
She couldn't bear the thought of her speakers breaking
Well the hair on my Mary was burning red
The singer describes Queen Mary's bright red hair
And her clothes made a circle all around her bed
Her clothes were scattered around her bed, forming a circle
She was a decent little singer, the band was called
She was a good singer and her band was called Queen of Tomorrow
Queen of Tomorrow
The band's name was Queen of Tomorrow
Well I'm dedicated amateur electric hack
He is an amateur electrician with a deep passion for it
And there was heavy temptation from the speaker stack
He was tempted to use her speaker stack despite her warning
When she came home early and the shit was jacked she said
When she returned home early and noticed her speaker stack was tampered with, she said
Sayonara
She said goodbye for good
I got a job as a dime store clerk
He got a job as a clerk at a discount store
And know her song is on the speaker every day at work
He hears her song every day at work
I keep dreaming of the palace where she lives today
He often dreams of the palace where she lives now
I keep hoping I can see her when she comes to play
He hopes to see her again someday
Contributed by Riley T. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
roger w
This is a Great Song. ! What no one listens to it ? WTF ITS GREAT ! God I sound like Tony the Tiger ! Lol