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maskitheclownSee, no matter how many times I listen to "She's a Handsome Woman" and read people discuss it, I can't get over the way it's written. And Brendon does a really nice job of mushing it all together but I will just always think it's a song about/with the scraped album stories/bits.
Which doesn't take away from the progress of the song itself, Innocence to Bombed reverie, because from what Ryan Ross said that album was supposed to be a musical - with a start, a middle and an ending - anyway. But he couldn't finish it.
He also said he didn't wanna make an album about becoming famous and being disillusioned by it, but instead of being swayed by that, I'm taking it as "When I got pass the middle I realized the ending is not true and we made this new totally positive album 'cause you didn't beat us down with your bullshit."
Innocence. Sunk the glow and drowned in covers, send for all your absent lover's things.
Sheepish Wolves. Looking lived in eating buttons, Wink, just don't put your teeth on me.
Accidents. Let the evening in the backdoor, filled the room ceiling to the floor.
Beat backbones. Grazed the poem and made it strange, I wasn't born to be a skeleton.
Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera. Go on, film the world before it happens.
Jealous orchard. The sky is falling off the ceiling while I'm tucking fibs into a cookie jar.
Bombed reverie. It's useless searching in the cupboard when everything you have is on your back.
Not that I need to but I'llrant explain anyway.
I love the wordplay on Sheepish Wolves 'cause it means shy but it means masked also, and I'd imagine that's who you meet first when you make it, in anything. The blushing sweethearts just waiting to shake your hand and bite it off. "don't put your teeth on me"
Accidents, I'd think, are the things you fuck up. Cause you're young, and don't know any better, and still trust too much and then 'cause you're human. "backdoor"
Which is when you get to Beat backbones, when everyone starts shitting on you and beating you down (verbally) and every stand you make is just another reason for them to pounce. " grazed the poem and made it strange"
Jealous orchard is secretly my favorite because, well, orchard is something you take from, right? You give it a little something and it gives you back food and it's a nice little give and take that should keep everyone happy. Like the audience. But when the orchard is jealous (possessive) the balance is gone. Whatever you give them is not enough or is too much (we don't need your charity) and then what it gives back is either rotten or dried up and that's so not what you need. "fibs" To tell a fib. Synonym - lie. [Perhaps from obsolete and dialectal fible-fable, nonsense, reduplication of FABLE.]
Bombed reverie should make me think I'm wrong but it doesn't, because... they are still happy, still doing what they love, and I like to think that that's why he couldn't finish it, because as an idea, it was good, but it had no basis in real life. Because their dreams didn't crash, they maybe changed and became more realistic, but didn't suddenly turn into nightmares. "everything you have is on your back" not just the material but everything they have - fame, escape, music, they built on their own, and looking for confirmation elsewhere will always (eventually) be empty if you don't feel like you're doing what you want/need to be doing.
(And if I wanted to go really far I'd draw the line from 'Beat backbones' to "operatic skeleton" in 'Nearly Witches' but I'm not gonna 'cause it's 2am and my crazy-cup clearly spileth over.)
Which doesn't take away from the progress of the song itself, Innocence to Bombed reverie, because from what Ryan Ross said that album was supposed to be a musical - with a start, a middle and an ending - anyway. But he couldn't finish it.
He also said he didn't wanna make an album about becoming famous and being disillusioned by it, but instead of being swayed by that, I'm taking it as "When I got pass the middle I realized the ending is not true and we made this new totally positive album 'cause you didn't beat us down with your bullshit."
Innocence. Sunk the glow and drowned in covers, send for all your absent lover's things.
Sheepish Wolves. Looking lived in eating buttons, Wink, just don't put your teeth on me.
Accidents. Let the evening in the backdoor, filled the room ceiling to the floor.
Beat backbones. Grazed the poem and made it strange, I wasn't born to be a skeleton.
Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera. Go on, film the world before it happens.
Jealous orchard. The sky is falling off the ceiling while I'm tucking fibs into a cookie jar.
Bombed reverie. It's useless searching in the cupboard when everything you have is on your back.
Not that I need to but I'll
I love the wordplay on Sheepish Wolves 'cause it means shy but it means masked also, and I'd imagine that's who you meet first when you make it, in anything. The blushing sweethearts just waiting to shake your hand and bite it off. "don't put your teeth on me"
Accidents, I'd think, are the things you fuck up. Cause you're young, and don't know any better, and still trust too much and then 'cause you're human. "backdoor"
Which is when you get to Beat backbones, when everyone starts shitting on you and beating you down (verbally) and every stand you make is just another reason for them to pounce. " grazed the poem and made it strange"
Jealous orchard is secretly my favorite because, well, orchard is something you take from, right? You give it a little something and it gives you back food and it's a nice little give and take that should keep everyone happy. Like the audience. But when the orchard is jealous (possessive) the balance is gone. Whatever you give them is not enough or is too much (we don't need your charity) and then what it gives back is either rotten or dried up and that's so not what you need. "fibs" To tell a fib. Synonym - lie. [Perhaps from obsolete and dialectal fible-fable, nonsense, reduplication of FABLE.]
Bombed reverie should make me think I'm wrong but it doesn't, because... they are still happy, still doing what they love, and I like to think that that's why he couldn't finish it, because as an idea, it was good, but it had no basis in real life. Because their dreams didn't crash, they maybe changed and became more realistic, but didn't suddenly turn into nightmares. "everything you have is on your back" not just the material but everything they have - fame, escape, music, they built on their own, and looking for confirmation elsewhere will always (eventually) be empty if you don't feel like you're doing what you want/need to be doing.
(And if I wanted to go really far I'd draw the line from 'Beat backbones' to "operatic skeleton" in 'Nearly Witches' but I'm not gonna 'cause it's 2am and my crazy-cup clearly spileth over.)
