Neat Little Rows

Cobblestones of Reflection: Unveiling Life's Secrets in 'Neat Little Rows'
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Lyrics

My high priest is folded neatly, back in your box, oh Lord

Expresses submission or containment of personal beliefs or authority figures, possibly reflecting a sense of control or restriction.

Call the song he sang so sweetly, back in your box, oh Lord

Suggests a desire to confine or suppress a sweet and harmonious memory or experience.

Found myself astride a tiger, lifting my head, just like you said

Describes a challenging or risky situation, where the speaker is emulating a suggested behavior with confidence.

Drown me now in doubt of ire, get me to bed, oh Lord

Conveys a plea to be overwhelmed by uncertainty or skepticism, seeking solace in the act of going to bed.


Lay my bones in cobblestones

Repetition emphasizes the speaker's desire for a well-organized and controlled resting place for their remains, using cobblestones as a metaphor.

Lay my bones in neat little rows

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Lay my bones in cobblestones

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Lay my bones in neat little rows

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Angels and idols, spiraling wild, windin' your necks, oh Lord

References to celestial and earthly figures, depicting a chaotic or unpredictable environment where authority figures are under threat.

Landed gentry, ride on behind me, windin' your necks, oh Lord

Suggests a social hierarchy following the chaos, with the landed gentry riding behind, perhaps signifying a shift in power dynamics.

Smokey progress, back room changes, let me back in, put back the pin

Mentions societal changes with an obscured or secretive nature, expressing a desire to revert to a previous state.

'Cause now I found those sought out pages, can't read the text, oh Lord

Reflects on the discovery of sought-after knowledge but an inability to comprehend or make sense of it.


Lay my bones in cobblestones

Reiterates the wish for an orderly arrangement of the speaker's bones after death, emphasizing the desire for control even in the afterlife.

Lay my bones in neat little rows

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Lay my bones in cobblestones

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Lay my bones in neat little rows

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In the house, where they grew you

Portrays a place of origin with hidden flaws and mistakes that others would erase if they could, adding a layer of vulnerability and imperfection.

There were secrets and mistakes

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That the eyes that see through you

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Would give anything to erase

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But picture they're counting your fingers

Suggests a scrutiny of one's actions, where the speaker advises against blaming others, emphasizing the symbolic use of fingers pointing at the sky.

Waiting for the focus of your eyes

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No no, don't point fingers

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Fingers are for pointing at the sky

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No no, don't point fingers

Reiterates the caution against pointing fingers, emphasizing that fingers are meant for reaching towards higher goals or ideals.

Fingers are for pointing at the sky

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Lay my bones in cobblestones

Final repetition of the desire for an organized burial, echoing the need for control even in the face of the unknown.

Lay my bones in neat little rows

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Lay my bones in cobblestones

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Lay my bones in neat little rows

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