She's a jarWith a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
A sleepy kisser
A pretty war
With feelings hid
She begs me not to miss her
She says forever
To light a fuse
We could use
A hand full of wheel
And a day off
And a bruised road
However you might feel
Tonight is real
When I forget how to talk, I sing
Wont you please
Bring that flash to shine
And turn my eyes red
Unless they close
When you click
And my face gets sick
Stuck
Like a question unposed
Just climb aboard
The tracks of a trains arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above
The people under me
Please beware the quiet front yard
I warned you
Before there were water skies
I warned you not to drive
Dry your eyes, you poor devil
Are there really ones like these?
The ones I dream
Float like leaves
And freeze to spread skeleton wings
I passed through before I knew you
I believe it's just because
Daddy's payday is not enough
Oh, I believe it's all because
Daddy's payday is not enough
Just climb aboard
The tracks of a trains arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above
The people under me
She's a jar
With a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
A sleepy kisser
A pretty war
With feelings hid
You know she begs me not to hit her
Jeff Tweedy sure knows his way around words. Rather then spend time digging up lovely adjectives to call his woman, he decides to just call her a household appliance. It's brilliant. No more 'honey pie' or 'resplendent angel' anymore in this world, replaced by 'vacuum cleaner' and 'garden hose'.
I've decided that the next girl I marry, I will call her 'detergent', and the one after that can be 'washing machine', and the one after that can be 'clothes dryer'. Thematically, we should be a pretty happy family.
Wilco - She's a Jar (from Summerteeth)
1 comment:
yeah, maybe though you could leave the undercurrent of violence out of your next marriage. I like this song, but I always try to stop paying attention before the last line because "you know she begs me not to hit her" makes me feel ucomfortable.
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