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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.
Winter Blue
The Twilight Hours Lyrics
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Day goes by and time slows to a crawl
Will you ever change your mind
It There was a social situation where I didn't want to be seen
It happens all the time
Summer dreams, fall schemes
The things I thought we'd do
Winter blue
You were stepping out last I recall
Midnight and I can't break free
What'd you do to me
Red bird on the branch besides my bed
sings a morning song inside my head
Will you ever change your mind
It happens all the time
The lyrics of the song 'Winter Blue' by The Twilight Hours revolve around the singer's feelings of loneliness and despair. The opening lines of the song refer to the bird 'whip-poor-will' and how its call echoes in the emptiness of the night. The singer laments the slow passage of time and wonders if his/her feelings of solitude will ever change. He/She reminisces about a social situation, where he/she didn't want to be seen, and how it happens all the time. The song then takes a melancholic turn, as the singer reminds himself/herself of the plans and dreams that he/she had envisioned for the summer and fall- all in vain, as he/she is now drowning in the 'winter blue' of depression and heartbreak.
The second verse of the song brings to mind the image of an ex-lover, with the singer hearing footsteps in the hall and recollecting how the lover was stepping out the last time they met. The singer seems to be haunted by the memory of the ex-lover and feels trapped, unable to break free from the spell they still seem to have on him/her. The last lines of the song bring a note of hope, as a red bird sings a morning song inside the singer's head. Yet, the singer remains unsure if his/her feelings will ever change and if they will be able to move on from where they are.
Line by Line Meaning
Who can tell the whip-poor will to call
Who has the power to control the natural world and its creatures?
Day goes by and time slows to a crawl
The mundane nature of life makes every day feel slower and more monotonous.
Will you ever change your mind
Do you have the ability to change your thoughts or feelings?
It happens all the time
People often change their minds, even if it seems unlikely.
Summer dreams, fall schemes
The aspirations and plans we make for ourselves change with the seasons.
The things I thought we'd do
The expectations and desires we have for our relationships.
Winter blue
Feeling sad or depressed during the colder months, when the days are shorter and darker.
Did I hear your foot steps in the hall
Questioning whether or not someone you care about is still present in your life.
You were stepping out last I recall
Remembering a time when someone chose to distance themselves from you or your relationship.
Midnight and I can't break free
Feeling trapped or stuck in your thoughts and emotions, and unable to escape them.
What'd you do to me
Wondering how someone's actions or words have affected you.
Red bird on the branch besides my bed
A metaphor for a peaceful moment and the potential for new beginnings that each day offers.
sings a morning song inside my head
Feeling hopeful and optimistic about the future.
Will you ever change your mind
Repeating the same question, wondering if someone's thoughts or feelings can be altered.
It happens all the time
Acknowledging that change is a constant part of life, even if it is not always welcome or expected.
Contributed by Mackenzie M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Meanstoend
1:42-1:52 is very beautiful. Thanks for putting this up.