She Ain
of Montreal Lyrics


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Like some sepulchral tableau
I sit frozen holding your hand
Though I’m trying to think only
Positive thoughts I understand

That place tomorrow
May not be there tomorrow, then
Your eviscerating, suffering will end
Oh, will you ever be yourself again?

[Chorus]
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rheum
She ain’t doin' well
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Her psyche's cracked or
Anyhow, She ain't speakin' now

Nightfall, like some leaden sea
Dilates as I hold vigil by your bed
Watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head

I can't repel this sneaking veil of morbidity
That's disfiguring the serif of your face
Oh, the organism's been debased

[Chorus]

You scream that the books
Are fallin' off of the shelf onto you
But I can see them
Your hallucination ravings
I'm writing them all down so
You can see read them
When your mind no longer aches
And your febrility breaks

Girl with the flu, I hear the death rheum
She ain’t doin' well
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless




Her psyche's shattered or
Anyhow, She ain't speakin' now]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in "She Ain't Speakin' Now" by of Montreal portray the singer's experience of watching someone they care about suffer from a severe illness, possibly the flu. The refrain "Girl with the flu, I hear the death rheum, she ain't doin' well" reveals the gravity of the situation. The first verse describes the singer sitting with the sick person, struggling to remain positive. However, the second stanza presents a more hopeless situation, as the singer considers a future without the person they're watching over. The imagery of the "soaking sweat" on the pillowcase and the "sneaking veil of morbidity" paint a grim picture.


The third and final verse of the song shifts the focus to the sick person's delirious state. They are hallucinating, seeing books fall from shelves onto them. The singer writes down the hallucinations, hoping to someday share them with the person when they're well again. The song ends where it began, with the refrain painting a picture of someone in distress but unable to communicate their pain.


Line by Line Meaning

Like some sepulchral tableau
I am seated beside you like a heavy, disturbing piece of art that portrays death.


I sit frozen holding your hand
I am holding your hand while trembling and feeling powerless to do anything else.


Though I’m trying to think only
Even though I try to keep positive thoughts and push away the negative ones, it is hard given the circumstances.


Positive thoughts I understand
I am aware that positive thoughts can help, but it seems impossible to maintain them.


That place tomorrow
The place that awaits us in the future.


May not be there tomorrow, then
It is uncertain whether we will reach that future point, as it depends on your survival and well-being.


Your eviscerating, suffering will end
I hope that your current excruciating pain and suffering will come to an end.


Oh, will you ever be yourself again?
I wonder if the person who used to be vibrant and full of life will ever return, given what they are going through.


[Chorus]
Refrain.


Girl with the flu, I hear the death rheum
The ill woman, whose illness I compare to an omen of death, is struggling to stay alive.


She ain’t doin' well
Her condition is serious and deteriorating.


Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Her eyes, often described as the windows to the soul, look hopeless and abandoned.


Her psyche's cracked or
Her mind is broken and fragile, or maybe shattered beyond repair.


Anyhow, She ain't speakin' now
She is too weak to communicate, or maybe she has lost the will to do so.


Nightfall, like some leaden sea
The darkness of the night feels overpowering and heavy, like an ocean of weight.


Dilates as I hold vigil by your bed
As I keep watch over you, the night seems to stretch and expand, lasting forever.


Watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head
I observe how feverish you are by looking at the damp pillow under your head that you are sweating on.


I can't repel this sneaking veil of morbidity
I cannot push away this creeping sense of illness and decay that is haunting our situation.


That's disfiguring the serif of your face
It is changing the minute details of your features, making you look different and altered.


Oh, the organism's been debased
Your bodily system has been weakened and degraded by illness.


[Chorus]
Refrain.


You scream that the books
You start screaming and hallucinating that the books around you are falling on you from the shelves.


Are fallin' off of the shelf onto you
You believe that the books are attacking you, causing harm and danger.


But I can see them
However, I can clearly see that the books are not moving, and that your perception is distorted by the fever and the illness.


Your hallucination ravings
The delirious thoughts and visions in your mind that are not based on reality.


I'm writing them all down so
I keep notes of everything you say in your altered state so that you can later read them when you are back to your senses.


You can see read them
You can read the written account of your feverish ravings and try to make sense of why you felt that way.


When your mind no longer aches
When you are no longer in pain or delirious, and you can think clearly again.


And your febrility breaks
When the fever that has been tormenting you finally goes away or breaks, releasing you from its grip.


Girl with the flu, I hear the death rheum
Refrain that emphasizes the gravity of the situation once again.


She ain’t doin' well
Reiterating that her condition is precarious and uncertain.


Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Reiterating that her eyes look empty and hopeless.


Her psyche's shattered or
Reiterating that her mind is damaged and broken.


Anyhow, She ain't speakin' now
Reiterating that she is no longer communicating, lost in her own world of pain and illness.




Lyrics © BUG MUSIC
Written by: Kevin Barnes

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Társis Moreira

Of Montreal is fantastic because every single album is a different album... They break our expectation of being the same! LOVE them!

Raissa Queiroz

amo demais ♥

Julia SaintJohn

Love it!

Daphnée Dunleavy

Love it !! 

launderground

we love of montreal.

Mario Calabrese

Girl with the flu, I hear the death rhuem

She ain't doin' well

HER EYES THEY SEEM CAST AND FATHERLEEEEEEEEEEEEESS

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Adan Trindade

Amazing! It album totally complet. Grazie per i canzioni. S2 Brasil

qwerrtyy1

just amazing

Tuesday

Maybe the best thing I've ever heard

daedrmr2dae

can totally hear the Bowie influence with this song

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