Radio War
iron and wine Lyrics
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Of the far distant spring
Or a bed full of hens
Or the ghost of a friend
All the while that she wept
She had a gun by her bed
And a letter he wrote
And the train track will take
All the wounded ones home
And I'll be alone
Fare thee well Sara Jones
Now we lie on the floor
While the radio war
Finds its way through the air
Of the dead market square
And the beast never seen
Licks I's red talons clean
Sara curses the cold
"No more snow, no more snow"
The lyrics of Iron and Wine's song "Radio War" are shrouded in mystery and ambiguity. The song begins with "Did the wine make her dream of the far distant spring, or a bed full of hens, or the ghost of a friend?" These seemingly unrelated and surreal images suggest a dreamlike state, a state that the woman in the song may find herself in due to drinking wine or something else. The following lyrics reveal that she is weeping and has a gun by her bed. Perhaps she is mourning the loss of the friend mentioned in the first line, or maybe she is filled with a sense of hopeless despair that would lead her to consider using the gun. She also has a letter from a dry, foundered boat, which adds to the sense of loss and isolation.
The lyrics also mention a train track that will take the wounded home, but the singer notes that he will be alone. The reference to a "dead market square" conjures images of destruction and devastation, and the radio war that "finds its way through the air" adds to this sense of chaos and hopelessness. The final line "Sara curses the cold, 'No more snow, no more snow'" emphasizes the bleakness of the scene and the woman's despair.
In analyzing these lyrics, it is impossible to determine the exact meaning or story behind the song. However, the haunting and surreal images create a powerful and emotional atmosphere, leaving the listener to interpret and connect with the lyrics in their own way.
Line by Line Meaning
Did the wine make her dream
Wondering if the wine intoxicated her to dream
Of the far distant spring
About a distant place and time filled with hope and new beginnings
Or a bed full of hens
Perhaps about comfort and warmth that can be associated with being surrounded by a group of loving individuals
Or the ghost of a friend
Reminiscing about someone who is no longer there
All the while that she wept
Throughout the tears she shed
She had a gun by her bed
She kept a firearm close to her while she slept
And a letter he wrote
A written communication he penned
From a dry, foundered boat
From a ship that failed to stay afloat
And the train track will take
The pathway that leads away
All the wounded ones home
Towards the comforting embrace of family and security
And I'll be alone
Left behind to face the world on their own
Fare thee well Sara Jones
Goodbye to a specific individual
Now we lie on the floor
We now lay on the ground
While the radio war
A fight for control of the airwaves playing out
Finds its way through the air
Battles to dominate the frequencies
Of the dead market square
An empty and wasted place, once alive with activity
And the beast never seen
An unfamiliar creature
Licks I's red talons clean
Is cleaning its sharp claws
Sara curses the cold
Expresses anger or frustration towards the frigid temperature
"No more snow, no more snow"
"I don't want to endure the harsh winter anymore"
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SAMUEL ERVIN BEAM
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Anuja Ghosh
Did the wine make her dream
Of the far distant spring
Or a bed full of hens
Or the ghost of a friend
All the while that she wept
She had a gun by her bed
And a letter he wrote
From a dry, foundered boat
And the train track will take
All the wounded ones home
And I'll be alone
Fare thee well Sara Jones
Now we lie on the floor
While the radio war
Finds its way through the air
Of the dead market square
And the beast never seen
Licks I's red talons clean
Sara curses the cold
"No more snow, no more snow"
KuriosPC
This is such a melancholic sound that is a complete contrast to the rest of the album. SO Good.
Gabriel Willoson
Amei ♥
Anuja Ghosh
Did the wine make her dream
Of the far distant spring
Or a bed full of hens
Or the ghost of a friend
All the while that she wept
She had a gun by her bed
And a letter he wrote
From a dry, foundered boat
And the train track will take
All the wounded ones home
And I'll be alone
Fare thee well Sara Jones
Now we lie on the floor
While the radio war
Finds its way through the air
Of the dead market square
And the beast never seen
Licks I's red talons clean
Sara curses the cold
"No more snow, no more snow"
Zad Rasera
It's not "a bed full of *hands"???
Jesse Mole
No more snow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jesse Mole
God fucking dammit. This song just gets me fucking going. It's beautiful.
steffen Andersen Sahl
Sad but beautiful song.
Luis Alvarez Suarez
<3
Lulu Taylor
❤
j hope
👄fare thee well ❇️