Rubaiyat 4-15 Live by Thanksgiving Lyrics
Oh worldly hopes
You set your heart on
All will turn to ash
Below the fire you start
Like snow or ice
In a new days sunrise
They’ll shine in the world
For a matter of moments and then
They’ll melt back in the snow and in the hay
Uh huh in the hay
What will you take into your tomb
Uh huh on your dying day
What will you shine upon your doom
When I was younger and taken care of
When I was warmed and fed up by my mom
It was fun to get cold and fast
But now that I must get- fuck, I keep fucking this part up
The basic idea is that, uh, when you're getting taken care of by your mom and you live in your parents' house, it's like you don't really give a fuck about the people in the weird industrial warehouse, that you maybe threw some rocks through the window for fun, and you don't really give a fuck about throwing a bottle in the street, even though next day, some bicyclist, who has no money, is gonna go by, and fuck up their fucking tyre, you know, and then they won't be able to ride up to the co-op and buy their vegetables, or whatever, but then, you move out of your parents' house, and you're like "woah, this is gonna be rough, I guess"
That's what it's about, so anyways like-
But now that it’s rough
I put the next foot in front
I'll slowly carve
Out at our days like water
Uh huh in the waves
I’ll bring my fire to the estuary
Uh huh from the highest place
To the darkest cave
I’ll go with just my eyes to scare me
You set your heart on
All will turn to ash
Below the fire you start
Like snow or ice
In a new days sunrise
They’ll shine in the world
For a matter of moments and then
They’ll melt back in the snow and in the hay
Uh huh in the hay
What will you take into your tomb
Uh huh on your dying day
What will you shine upon your doom
When I was younger and taken care of
When I was warmed and fed up by my mom
It was fun to get cold and fast
But now that I must get- fuck, I keep fucking this part up
The basic idea is that, uh, when you're getting taken care of by your mom and you live in your parents' house, it's like you don't really give a fuck about the people in the weird industrial warehouse, that you maybe threw some rocks through the window for fun, and you don't really give a fuck about throwing a bottle in the street, even though next day, some bicyclist, who has no money, is gonna go by, and fuck up their fucking tyre, you know, and then they won't be able to ride up to the co-op and buy their vegetables, or whatever, but then, you move out of your parents' house, and you're like "woah, this is gonna be rough, I guess"
That's what it's about, so anyways like-
But now that it’s rough
I put the next foot in front
I'll slowly carve
Out at our days like water
Uh huh in the waves
I’ll bring my fire to the estuary
Uh huh from the highest place
To the darkest cave
I’ll go with just my eyes to scare me