Hummingbird
Wilco Lyrics


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His goal in life was to be an echo
Riding alone, town after town, toll after toll
A fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her

She appears in his dreams
But in his car and in his arms
A dream can mean anything
A cheap sunset on a television set can upset her
But he never could

Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird

His goal in life was to be an echo
The type of sound that floats around and then back down
Like a feather
But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans
No one could hear him
Or anything

So he slept on a mountain
In a sleeping bag underneath the stars
He would lie awake and count them
And the gray fountain spray of the great Milky Way
Would never let him
Die alone

Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird

Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird





A hummingbird
A hummingbird

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Wilco's song "Hummingbird" evoke feelings of loneliness, longing, and a sense of displacement. The singer is a man who travels alone from town to town, toll to toll, with the goal of becoming an echo, a sound that floats around and returns like a feather. He is clearly trying to forget someone, perhaps a woman he loved, as she appears in his dreams, in his car and in his arms. Interestingly, he acknowledges that a dream can mean anything, even a cheap sunset on a TV set that can upset her, but he never could. Perhaps he cannot forget her because she was always with him, even in his dreams.


The man's journey takes him through the deep chrome canyons of loud cities like Manhattan, where no one can hear him or anything. He then sleeps on a mountain, in a sleeping bag beneath the stars, and counts them as he lies awake. The great Milky Way is seen as a gray fountain spray that never lets him die alone. The song's theme is one of longing to be remembered in the past, to exist as a fading memory, floating like a hummingbird.


One interesting fact about the song is that it was written by Jeff Tweedy, the leader and founder of Wilco. Tweedy's lyrics are often described as cryptic, subversive, and introspective, and "Hummingbird" is no exception. Another fact is that the song was included in Wilco's seventh studio album "A Ghost Is Born" released in 2004. The album won the 2005 Grammy Award for Best Alternative Music Album. Additionally, the song's melody is simple and folk-inspired, with a slow and steady beat, suggesting the singer's journey through different terrains.


Line by Line Meaning

His goal in life was to be an echo
He wants to be a sound that is heard and reverberates around but can never really disappear.


Riding alone, town after town, toll after toll
He travels alone across various towns, paying the tolls as he progresses.


A fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her
He pierces through the great southwest to forget someone using a bayonet, a sharp weapon.


She appears in his dreams
The person he wants to forget continues to haunt him in his dreams.


But in his car and in his arms
But when he's driving his car or holding someone close, he forgets about this person.


A dream can mean anything
Dreams can carry different meanings depending on one's interpretation.


A cheap sunset on a television set can upset her
Even a cheaply produced sunset on TV has the power to upset her.


But he never could
However, he, being an echo, never really has feelings or emotions to trigger, unlike others.


Remember to remember me
Don't forget about me, keep me in your memories.


Standing still in your past
Stay still in the past, keep the past as part of your present.


Floating fast like a hummingbird
Rapidly moving forward through life like a hummingbird who flits from one flower to another.


His goal in life was to be an echo
Again reiterates his wish to be heard and rebounded back like an echo.


The type of sound that floats around and then back down
Explains the nature of an echo, a sound that travels and then returns back to its origin.


Like a feather
The echo is as light and gentle as a feather.


But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans
Unheard in the deep, metallic streets of bustling Manhattan.


No one could hear him
His echo fails to reach anyone's ears, he remains invisible and unheard.


Or anything
Neither the echo nor anything else can be heard in the noisy city.


So he slept on a mountain
Seeking solace, he lays his hood on a mountain to relax.


In a sleeping bag underneath the stars
He sleeps under the vast sky, wrapped inside a comfortable sleeping bag.


He would lie awake and count them
He often remains awake just to count the stars and admire the beauty of the sky.


And the gray fountain spray of the great Milky Way
Refers to the grayish-white color of the Milky Way galaxy that the vibrantly colorful fountains on the mountain resonate with.


Would never let him
He would never feel alone or abandoned under the vast beauty of the sky.


Die alone
He would not die alone, for the gorgeous night sky's beauty will always be with him.


A hummingbird
Reiteration of the last line, comparing life to a hummingbird's constant journey and motion.




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Written by: JEFF TWEEDY

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

MsLettucelady

His goal in life was to be an echo
Riding alone, town after town, toll after toll
A fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her

She appears in his dreams
But in his car and in his arms
A dream can mean anything
A cheap sunset on a television set can upset her
But he never could

Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird

His goal in life was to be an echo
The type of sound that floats around and then back down
Like a feather
But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans
No one could hear him
Or anything

So he slept on a mountain
In a sleeping bag underneath the stars
He would lie awake and count them
And the gray fountain spray of the great Milky Way
Would never let him
Die alone

Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird

Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird

A hummingbird
A hummingbird



All comments from YouTube:

MsLettucelady

His goal in life was to be an echo
Riding alone, town after town, toll after toll
A fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her

She appears in his dreams
But in his car and in his arms
A dream can mean anything
A cheap sunset on a television set can upset her
But he never could

Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird

His goal in life was to be an echo
The type of sound that floats around and then back down
Like a feather
But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans
No one could hear him
Or anything

So he slept on a mountain
In a sleeping bag underneath the stars
He would lie awake and count them
And the gray fountain spray of the great Milky Way
Would never let him
Die alone

Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird

Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird

A hummingbird
A hummingbird

Psychoactive

This song will always remind me of one of my friends from high school. Beautiful, kind girl. The kind of person who took an interest in the loners and misfits, who could shrug off negativity with a smile on her face and always put a smile on mine. Her hair was usually a bit messy, her style was always its own. She was killed in a car accident when she was 16; a van going the other direction crossed into her lane. I still have on my computer the pictures one of my other friends took of her for a photography project a few months before her death. Static images of such a vibrant person could never do her justice. But there she is, standing still in the past. Still miss you, M.

tachycardia

Very moving and a well-rendered description. Appreciate you posting this.

Chris Gross

Psychoactive thanks for sharing this. Her memory will always exist because of good people like you.

ilovemightybite

Psychoactive So sad, and I'm sorry that your friend was taken from you, and from the world. The world desperately needs more lovely human beings like her.

Markus Childers

All-time favorite song.

This is the most late-Beatles song to be made post Beatles. Every aspect of this could've just as easily been the work of experimental John and Paul as much of work-a-day Jeff.

AA FIFE

My favorite Wilco song of all time.

propovedNY5ermon

100 per cent

Akshit

Ditto.. nothin compares to this one. Nothin needs to.

DubiousDrewski

Love, love this. That electric violin gets me. Such memorable and touching music.

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