With keen pop sensibilities, a skewed sense of humour and a willingness to draw inspiration from diverse sources (notably punk rock), Therapy? came to attention in the early 1990s rise of alternative rock, but have endured for more than a decade since; Critic Johnny Loftus writes, "After a ten-plus year career that has seen them outlast competitors and outwit industry attempts at categorization, Therapy? are still headbangers with their thinking caps screwed on tight."
Current line-up :
Andy Cairns (guitar, vocals) (1989 - )
Michael McKeegan (bass guitar, backing vocals) (1989 - )
Neil Cooper (drums) (2003 - )
Past members:
Fyfe Ewing (drums) (1989 - 1996)
Martin McCarrick (cello, guitar, backing vocals) (1996 - 2004)
Graham Hopkins (drums) (1996 - 2001)
Discography:
-Hard Cold Fire (2023)
-Cleave (2018)
-Disquiet (2015)
-A Brief Crack of Light (2012)
-Crooked Timber (2009)
-One Cure Fits All (2006)
-Never Apologise Never Explain (2004)
-High Anxiety (2003)
-Shameless (2001)
-So Much For The Ten Year Plan - A Retrospective 1990-2000 (2000)
-Suicide Pact - You First (1999)
-Semi-Detached (1998)
-Infernal Love (1995)
-Troublegum (1994)
-Face the Strange E.P. (1993)
-Shortsharpshock E.P. (1993)
-Nurse (1992)
-Pleasure Death (1992)
-Babyteeth (1991)
Northern Ireland, 1989.
Crooked Timber
Therapy? Lyrics
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Those that matter
Unfamiliar place
Hours bleed out and
Days tail off then
Night degrades to gray
Crooked timber
Bells toll slowly
Loud dark iron
Can't place where I am
No clear signal
Scraping dragging
Fate pulls faces
Crooked timber
Steer me keep me sane
Times’ attrition
Grinds these landscapes
Sifts them into shape
My resistance
To it’s pressure
Buckles more each day
Crooked timber
That we can’t make straight
My shade will comfort you
The song "Crooked Timber" by Therapy? is a depiction of being lost and helpless in an unfamiliar place. The first verse describes the distance from loved ones and an unfamiliar place that is causing the hours to go by slowly and the days to blur together. The second verse describes the disorientation of the place with the loud sounds of bells and dark iron that make it impossible to determine the location. Fate is pulling faces, implying that the singer is experiencing a sense of powerlessness and that life is subject to larger forces. In both verses, the chorus appears as a kind of grounding mantra that provides comfort to the singer. The crooked timber represents an unstable and imperfect force that is able to keep the singer warm and safe, and steer him or her in the right direction.
The song is an emotional exploration of the feeling of being lost and uncertain of the future, and how the imperfect elements of life can provide comfort in difficult times. It also explores the theme of fate and how it can feel like an outside force beyond our control. Overall, the song is a reminder that even in the hardest of times, there can be sources of comfort and stability.
Line by Line Meaning
Miles away from
Far from the people who are important to me
Those that matter
The people who are important to me
Unfamiliar place
In a new and foreign location
Hours bleed out and
Time goes by slowly and painfully
Days tail off then
Days come to an end, leading to more uncertainty
Night degrades to gray
The darkness turns into a bleak and depressing state
Crooked timber
The imperfect and flawed things that comfort us
Keep me warm and safe
Provide me with security and protection
Bells toll slowly
A sign of sadness and mourning
Loud dark iron
An ominous and heavy feeling
Can't place where I am
Feeling lost and disoriented
No clear signal
Without direction or guidance
Scraping dragging
Struggling and moving through hardship
Fate pulls faces
The unpredictable and often cruel nature of destiny
Steer me keep me sane
Keep me grounded and in control of my thoughts and actions
Times’ attrition
The gradual wearing away of time
Grinds these landscapes
Changes the environment around me in small, incremental ways
Sifts them into shape
Rearranges and molds my surroundings into something new
My resistance
My ability to withstand and push back against these changes
To it’s pressure
The force of time and its impact on my life
Buckles more each day
I am slowly succumbing to the pressures and challenges around me
That we can’t make straight
We cannot fix the imperfections of our world or ourselves
My shade will comfort you
My flaws and mistakes can still provide comfort and support to others
Contributed by Maria Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Ángel M G
Great song......
Funny hyena woman Kabba
Well that was a trip
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