Procession
Journey Through Nostalgia: Real Estate's 'Procession' Unveiled
Lyrics
Take me past the courthouse
Desire to be taken past the courthouse.
Take me past where I was born
Desire to be taken past the place of birth.
No I didn't even notice
Noticing a lack of awareness about the color of a door.
The color of the door
Reflection on the insignificance of the color of a door.
This place seems so familiar
Feeling familiarity with the current place despite the passage of time.
Despite the intervening years
Acknowledging the years that have passed since being in the place.
No I don't even remember
Lack of memory about a brief period of living in the place.
The brief time we lived here
Expressing impatience with the attempt to preserve the dream by past generations.
Well the former generations
Recognition of efforts by previous generations to maintain a dream.
Tried to keep the dream intact
The dream is not fully preserved despite efforts.
But I've always been impatient
Admission of personal impatience throughout life.
It sweetens looking back
Finding sweetness in reminiscing about the past.
Police are stopping traffic
Observing police stopping traffic on the boulevard.
Up and down the boulevard
Feeling a sense of time standing still during traffic stops.
Feel like time has become static
Sensation of time becoming static during the start and stop of movement.
As we stop and as we start
Reflection on the impact of stopping and starting on the perception of time.
Take me past the courthouse
Reiteration of the desire to be taken past the courthouse.
Take me past where I was born
Reiteration of the desire to be taken past the place of birth.
No I don't even remember
Reiteration of the lack of memory about the place of origin.
Where I'm from anymore
Acknowledging a disconnection from the place of origin.
Well the former generations
Repetition of the theme of efforts by past generations to preserve a dream.
Tried to keep the dream intact
Reiteration of the incomplete preservation of the dream despite efforts.
But I've always been impatient
Repetition of the admission of personal impatience throughout life.
It sweetens looking back
Reiteration of finding sweetness in looking back at the past.
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