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I like lyrics in media res. "Then she saw..." as if something had happened before. But how can I account for any sort of narrative or anecdote behind this song, when there really is none? Once in a blue moon, interviewers (and sometimes Nils) ask what a song means, and I just don't have a good answer. I just like word sounds and peculiar imagery. Perhaps the suggestion of a story, but it's better to leave the rest to the listener's imagination. This song is wicked fun to play live.


Then she saw the streets between the crumbled knees of ruined queens,
Statues torn apart from every time her children fought,
A pack of hungry dogs that lick her hands and howl at mournful sounds
From smokeless, lonely towers,
The cold wind pushing up their empty mouths.

You're not alone--Godforsaken, maybe--but you've got a brand new home.

They creep over glass, the missing tears of Lincolns, Cadillacs,
Millions of themselves, the city's salt that glitters from the ground.

You're not alone...

Your room's near the top, where spiders tie your dreams in silky knots,
A board game made of wood, your head against the sloping roof,
A game devised by men who serve the caliph's court and study sand,
The properties of dirt, the smallest stones that work their way through her.

You're not alone...


from Yawn​+​House​=​Explosion, released February 22, 2005
Music, lyrics: Greg Giles


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Original music for the hook-hungry mob, the nervous foot, the jaded indie-phile.


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