Waxahatchee, named after Waxahatchee Creek in Alabama where Crutchfield grew up, began in 2010 during the breakup of P.S. Eliot. Crutchfield released her first music as Waxahatchee as a split cassette with Chris Clavin on Plan-It-X Records. Her bedroom-recorded debut album, American Weekend, was released on Don Giovanni Records in 2012.
On June 11, 2012 "Be Good" was the song of the day on NPR as well as one of the best 50 songs of 2012. Her debut album, "American Weekend," was named a top album of 2012 by Dusted magazine.
Subsequent albums include Cerulean Salt (2013), Ivy Tripp (2015), Out in the Storm (2017), Saint Cloud (2020), and the upcoming Tigers Blood (out March 22, 2024)
The Dirt
Waxahatchee Lyrics
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Rubbing your filthy hands on my speech
My hedonistic sugar-white beach
And the grievance that I breed
If I fill you with fiction that won't hurt
Will you eat up my words with the dirt?
Outside in my inept hands or my active eyes
To call everyone I know and unhinge
Disrupt neutrality
You'll deliver a fable I could live
And I'll throw it off the nearest cliff
Long since I was as empty as a young child
Hope lying in prospect
I wasted my boredom hastily
I'm a basement brimming with nothing great
The lyrics to Waxahatchee's song The Dirt are a direct commentary on the idea of manipulation and the power dynamic that exists within relationships. The singer in the song is calling out someone who is using their words to influence and control them, leading them down a path of hedonism and superficiality. The use of the phrase "loaded, you'll eulogize before you will preach" sets the tone for the rest of the song, as the singer implies that the person they are addressing is more interested in glorifying themselves than in helping others. The phrase "rubbing your filthy hands on my speech" describes how this person is trying to muddy the singer's words and use them for their own gain. The singer acknowledges that they are not immune to this manipulation, as they ask "if I fill you with fiction that won't hurt, will you eat up my words with the dirt?" Essentially, the singer is asking whether the person will believe anything they say, even if it is untrue or manipulative.
The second half of the song takes a more introspective turn, as the singer reflects on their own emptiness and inability to find meaning in their life. The phrase "long since I was as empty as a young child" implies that the singer has been struggling with this feeling for a long time. They have reached a point where they feel like they are "a basement brimming with nothing great" and are searching for something more. The final lines of the song express a desire to disrupt the status quo, to "unhinge" and break free from the cycle of manipulation and superficiality.
Line by Line Meaning
Loaded, you'll eulogize before you will preach
You'll praise and glorify me before preaching to others.
Rubbing your filthy hands on my speech
You're tarnishing my words with your dirty hands.
My hedonistic sugar-white beach
My pleasure-seeking paradise is pure and pristine, like white sand.
And the grievance that I breed
And the anger and resentment I cause.
If I fill you with fiction that won't hurt
If I give you lies that won't cause harm.
Will you eat up my words with the dirt?
Will you embrace and accept my words even if they are flawed and low?
Outside in my inept hands or my active eyes
Whether I'm clumsy or perceptive in my actions and expressions.
I'll use the oxygen in this room
I'll use up the resources and attention in this space.
To call everyone I know and unhinge
To reach out to everyone I know and unsettle them.
Disrupt neutrality
Cause a disturbance in the balance and neutrality of the situation.
You'll deliver a fable I could live
You'll give me a story that I could relate to.
And I'll throw it off the nearest cliff
But in the end, I'll reject it and let it fall into the abyss.
Long since I was as empty as a young child
I've been feeling empty and hollow like a child for a long time.
Hope lying in prospect
But I still hold onto the hope for a better future.
I wasted my boredom hastily
I used up my free time in a hurry and to no avail.
I'm a basement brimming with nothing great
I'm a place, like a gloomy basement, that's filled to the brim with nothing of value.
Writer(s): Kathryn Crutchfield
Contributed by Alice S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Martin Webb
Totally awesome.
Valentina Mesias
- música oro
Walter Johnson
I loves me some Waxahatchee. Additionally I used to live near Waxahatchee Texas. ;)
jimbob jones
reminds me of the vaselines a bit, which i'm loving!
J. Kris
Pp