Time of Orchids toured with bands like Kayo Dot, Cheer-Accident, Behold... the Arctopus, Genghis Tron and Friendly Bears.
Time of Orchids broke up in December of 2007. Keyboardist/vocalist Chuck Stern is now working under the name Stern. Drummer Dave Bodie now plays in Kayo Dot. He and guitarist/vocalist Eric Fitzgerald have a new project with original ToO drummer Keith Abrams. Bassist Jesse Krakow continues to work with Craig Wedren on his feature film/soundtrack "WAND," in addition to playing shows in the recently reunited Shudder To Think, working on solo albums and various other projects.
We Speak In Shards
Time of Orchids Lyrics
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Sick pity into witness
Persuasion by rival
Misty-eyed
Namesake caution
Earthrisen to bask
Mince words, of hunches and system
Real crypts for sparing this, our tendency
Not for trade, browbeaten and sitting sands
Sunless enduring cringeworthy, sheer duty
To the root of character we can forge
Marvelously in a deep, black sleep
Make haste, spoils of dominion
Blemished and preyed upon
By strategy undermined
The hectic eventual
Blisses for business
With yearning, the shrill glint
Apart, sulking in traces
Exchange, likened to burning
Biding time, we can find a sly, fertile text
Nursery to the beast, taunts the scripted seed
Marvelously in a deep, black, glory-bound haze
Liberty, come the fierce twin of spirits seized
Even as we speak, the supreme
Love being
Sisterhood prospers
We speak in shards
It mauls, the harrowing
Gravewards ridden, stalklike
Dim, writhes the supple signs
Cellared and spy, wisps routine
Maternal drifts in league, amidst
Love being
Lifting, grueling flesh, unannounced
Drenches, it bores the tempted, selves
For pose, propulsion, wit's end to splendor
From feud and without clue, larger measures
Sisterhood and the system
Infancy divine, a manner of speaking
In ridicule and on display or in gusts at play
Wilted mine, our last laugh, fatique flourishes
In bellowing, perfect perpetual
Web we spin is a thrilling ancestry so crude
Winces to plague our murk and see serene
The lyrics of "We Speak in Shards" by Time of Orchids is a haunting array of words that speaks of the complexity of the human condition. The song begins with a haunting clamor of sounds that evoke a sense of chaos, and then it delves into the human experience of pity, persuasion, and rivalry. The lyrics speak of the way humans have a tendency to mince words and hide behind hunches and systems, and how this tendency is somehow linked to our character. The "root of character" is something that we all must face, and it is something that we must forge, "marvelously in a deep, black sleep."
The song speaks of the way humans bide their time and find ways to thrive, even in the most difficult of circumstances. The lyrics also suggest that humans have a tendency to be preyed upon by strategy, and how this strategy can undermine us. However, the lyrics also suggest that we can find a way to thrive despite these challenges by finding a sly, fertile text that nurtures the beast within us. The song ends on a positive note of sisterhood prospering, and how even amid the chaos of life, love still exists, and it is this love that binds us together.
Line by Line Meaning
A lurid clamor
A loud, unpleasant noise
Sick pity into witness
Seeing something tragic and feeling sympathy
Persuasion by rival
Being convinced by someone who is competing with you
Misty-eyed
Being emotional or crying
Namesake caution
Being careful because of your reputation or name
Earthrisen to bask
Enjoying the sunrise
In the ghostwritten
In a story or document written by someone else
Mince words, of hunches and system
Being hesitant to fully express your thoughts or beliefs
Real crypts for sparing this, our tendency
Keeping secrets to avoid revealing something you tend to do
Not for trade, browbeaten and sitting sands
Not willing to compromise, feeling beaten down
Sunless enduring cringeworthy, sheer duty
Feeling a sense of obligation, even if it's uncomfortable
To the root of character we can forge
Working on improving your personality traits
Marvelously in a deep, black sleep
Feeling peaceful and content
Make haste, spoils of dominion
Acting quickly to take control of something
Blemished and preyed upon
Feeling damaged and vulnerable
By strategy undermined
Having a plan disrupted by another person's actions
The hectic eventual
The outcome of a chaotic situation
Blisses for business
Finding happiness from work
With yearning, the shrill glint
Longing for something with an intense desire
Apart, sulking in traces
Being alone and feeling sad
Exchange, likened to burning
Having a conversation that feels uncomfortable
Biding time, we can find a sly, fertile text
Waiting for the right moment to take action
Nursery to the beast, taunts the scripted seed
Creating an environment that fosters a negative attitude
Marvelously in a deep, black, glory-bound haze
Feeling overwhelmed with happiness and success
Liberty, come the fierce twin of spirits seized
Being free and independent
Even as we speak, the supreme
The greatest thing, even as we talk about it
Love being
The presence of love
Sisterhood prospers
Women working together succeed
We speak in shards
Our communication is broken or incomplete
It mauls, the harrowing
A painful experience
Gravewards ridden, stalklike
Moving towards death or destruction
Dim, writhes the supple signs
The small indications of something are hard to see
Cellared and spy, wisps routine
Being trapped and unable to change
Maternal drifts in league, amidst
Motherly instincts present
Lifting, grueling flesh, unannounced
Feeling overwhelmed and overworked
Drenches, it bores the tempted, selves
Being consumed by something and losing oneself
For pose, propulsion, wit's end to splendor
Working hard to achieve greatness
From feud and without clue, larger measures
Taking drastic action when unsure of what to do
Sisterhood and the system
The relationship between women and the larger world around them
Infancy divine, a manner of speaking
Speaking in a pure or innocent way
In ridicule and on display or in gusts at play
Being treated unfairly or displayed in a negative way
Wilted mine, our last laugh, fatique flourishes
Feeling tired and defeated
In bellowing, perfect perpetual
Being loud and constant
Web we spin is a thrilling ancestry so crude
Our actions will be passed down to future generations
Winces to plague our murk and see serene
Being uncomfortable with the darkness, but trying to find peace
Contributed by Caleb W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
ryanaaxxx
bodie fucking rules.
Salobatera
life