I like Voxtrot. They have great lyrics and are much easier to sing along to then some of my other favorites, like Regina Spektor and the Shins. A lot of the songs mention family, fathers, mothers, spouses, the self, identity, which are all good topics when examining a person's place in the world. This song mentions a butterfly, big surprise, and since I love blasting it on the stereo, I thought it would be valuable to analyze the butterfly's appearance.
The lyrics are from www.6lyrics.com, though the first line is questionable. I think it's 'mason's yard', some say 'mason's lot', the website said 'may sense you'. I wish that all artists would publish their own lyrics on their websites and put the other lyrics sites out of business. Blah.
Number six mason's yard
I stood outside and watched a million years go by
Dream love come into me easy
Washed out and breezy
The rivers occur
Beneath the sky lines
Swallowed up by towers
Too many hours
Spent eating the world
Oh what a country
Brought me to a clearing
Direct upon hearing
The beautiful song
Of progress sweeping like a shimmer
Develop and simmer
The fever is gone
Cause there's a hole in the pocket where the money ran out
At the time it was better I believe you
But it was grace under fire, there's no reason to doubt
You had a blast.....didn't you
Hard rain boils underneath me
I want you to teach me
Whatever you learned
Of all the secrets, harboring desire
Professional fire
Which passively burns
Oh what a waste of
Beauty and retention
We don't ever mention
The grit and the grime
But I still trust you
I will always love you
Don't let the papers
Unravel your mind
Cause there's a hole in the pocket where the money ran out
At the time it was better I believe you
But it was grace under fire, there's no reason to doubt
You had a blast.....didn't you
And tell me what was it like, and how did it feel
Who breaks a butterfly, on a wheel
Robert took the rap and spent 10 months in jail
We had to lie.... to lie
Sometimes I feel like all my heroes are dying around me
And all my answers are the questions and dreams
I have to shake myself, to the voices that hold me
I have to dream.....waking
But maybe when I breathe my last, I'll be steadied by reason
To throw my nerves at the wall of the earth
Oh don't you leave me here
No direction and vision
We have to trek.....slowly
And I will throw.... caution bravely to the wind
I'll cut myself
Free from burning stretched within
I'll have no self
Greater than the thing I am
And we drift, we drift like sound
And beauty breaks our ears again
We drift, we drift like sound waves
We drift like sound waves
Take a long walk carpal stone and city
Did you used to run it
Did you used to show
I had a long day, trying to remember
Breathing in silence
And breathing it out
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