goats in the orchard
Harmony in Chaos: The Enigmatic Tale of Goats, Apples, and Storms
Lyrics
The tree on the hill holds the last of the autumn's apples
The tree atop the hill retains the last remaining autumn apples.
Birds in the yard pecking at the frozen ground
Birds in the yard are pecking at the frozen ground.
The axe bites into the work of a hundred seasons
An axe is actively engaging in the labor of numerous seasons.
Dirt and stars and time and water
References to fundamental elements—earth, celestial bodies, time, and water.
The storm blew hard for half the night and rolled off across the harbor
A storm persisted, half the night, before departing across the harbor.
Left the high bank upon the beach
It left a significant impact on the high bank, now present on the beach.
Time got tangled up untying the knots of other lazy sailors
Time became entangled while undoing knots made by other sailors.
Pulling half cracked oars and trying to fight the moon
Effort was invested in rowing with partially damaged oars and opposing the influence of the moon.
Goats in the orchard waiting on a fallen apple
Goats in the orchard are anticipating a fallen apple.
Eaters or the eaten, dreamers and the dreamt
It discusses roles—those who consume and those consumed, dreamers, and those dreamt of.
Built a fire but tried to skip the kindling
An attempt to start a fire without following the proper procedure.
The time you saved as wasted as is spent
The time saved was wasted, akin to how time is spent.
All these piled up years of coronations and disappointments
Accumulated years filled with ceremonial events and letdowns.
Tools not suited for the work I do
Tools not suitable for the tasks at hand.
Pulling out kings and aces and all you needed were 3's and 7's
Seeking significant things but finding that less important items suffice.
A junk drawer Phillips strips the slot of a flathead screw
A comparison to a mismatched tool handling a different task.
And all you storm scattered dogs lost to the hills won't you come on home
A plea for scattered individuals to return home.
And all your stones, your precious stones lost to the sea
Your valuable possessions lost to the sea.
Why you throwing stones?
A question about the motive behind throwing stones.
The goats gave up and the apples were red but rotten
The goats abandoned their efforts, and the apples, though red, were spoiled.
Choice of the beggars when the pick of the litter's just trash in the ditch blown off of the overpass
Choosing what's left over when the best options are discarded.
Tired arm holds damp match to wetter wood
Weary attempt to light a match on damp wood.
Old light from the sun don't ignite like you think it should
Old sunlight fails to ignite as expected.
The storm blew hard for half the night then rolled off across the harbor
A repetition of the storm's impact before its departure.
Left the high bank upon the beach
Similar to line 7, emphasizing the storm's influence.
Regard the ancient sea with a newfound vestigial apprehension
Admiring the ancient sea with a newly discovered, lingering sense of apprehension.
The relentless ambition of the waves will keep you rowing home
The relentless determination of the waves compels one to continue the journey homeward.
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