This one is on Poseidon and the Bitter Bug. It’s one of those songs that I didn’t have to listen to get past the music. It’s one of those songs where the music and lyrics magically click as an entity. The poetry, the melody, Amy with her harmonies. It’s all there. This song was the first one Emily Saliers wrote for the album. It’s very pretty, and it does weird, hurty, cathartic things with my heart.
Looking out across suburban yards to the construct of our days
through the thinning of the trees.
How come I only build a house of cards?
That gets blown to pieces by the fall’s first fickle breeze.
When I feel that stirring, the illicit kiss.
That’s just the cool tongue of the devil with a sucker in his midst.
One day, I’ll change; you’ll be the first one that I call.
I owe you an apology too many thanks and that’s not all.
‘Cause I’ve been running long before I learned to crawl.
My calendar lies crumbled, laid to waste.
It’s been scrawled on, thumbed through and changed.
Will this be the measure of my days?
Dinners and appointments and deadlines I can’t make.
And when I start to feel it making sense for me.
That’s just hope springing eternally, oh.
Outside the summer’s gone for good.
Dying impatiens, stacked up wood.
My friends will get together to cook.
To talk about what’s happened, to take a second look.
The master loves the servant, who blind, heeds him.
The husband, the obedient wife.
The snake will always bite the hand that feeds him.
Even if you love him, even if you save his life.