OPUS OF THE PINES
Opus of the Pines: A Melodic Ode to Nature's Symphony
Lyrics
Someone lost an awful lot when the West was won--
Loss experienced by someone during the westward expansion in the United States.
Someone had to leave it all behind.
Reference to the sacrifice of leaving everything behind during westward migration.
They had to turn their back on the best coast line,
Turning away from the western coastline, possibly indicating a difficult choice.
The one that hugs right up to the mountain's spine
Description of the picturesque western coastline close to mountains.
And where the waves all gather
Imagery of waves gathering like children captivated by a story told by the Pines.
Like children at a story time
The Pines symbolize a natural, timeless narrator or storyteller.
Told by The Pines.
Emphasizing the significance of the Pines in the narrative.
Yeah, someone lost an awful lot when the West was won--
Reiteration of the significant losses during the westward expansion.
Someone, but not I
The singer personally doesn't feel the loss, possibly due to a different origin.
Because I come from a long, long line of open spaces
Belonging to a heritage with vast open spaces and natural beauty.
And I was born where the river traces
Birth near a river, emphasizing the connection to nature and its traces.
All of the not-so-subtle graces
Acknowledging subtle beauties and graces inherent in the Pines.
Of The Pines.
Reiteration of the importance of the Pines in the singer's identity.
I often dream of a crooked stream;
Dreaming about a meandering stream, possibly a metaphor for life's journey.
It calls to me with a melody
The stream's melody evokes strong emotions, possibly nostalgia or longing.
That makes me want to cry--
The emotional impact of the melody leads to a desire to cry or escape.
Or fly.
The conflicting emotions of wanting to cry or fly suggest a complex inner experience.
There is an orchestra hanging on the breeze
Imagery of an orchestra in the breeze, emphasizing the natural symphony.
And the Mountains rise like tympani,
Mountains portrayed as tympani, highlighting their rhythmic presence.
Always keeping time
Mountains consistently keeping time to the Opus of The Pines.
To the Opus of The Pines.
I stare at stars when I hear it most
Questions about the mysteries of nature and the role of The Pines in providing answers.
And all of my questions find time:
The belief that The Pines hold knowledge or wisdom.
How do foreground fields fade to background mountains?
Continued dreams of the meandering stream, reinforcing its symbolic importance.
How does that moon hang when there is just sky all around it?
The moon's mysterious hanging in the sky prompts contemplation about the unknown.
And what is beyond that?
The uncertainty beyond the moon, with a suggestion that The Pines might have answers.
No one knows--
The Pines as a metaphorical source of knowledge.
Except maybe The Pines.
I often dream of a crooked stream;
The emotional impact of the stream's melody leading to a desire to cry or fly.
It calls to me with a melody
Reiteration of the orchestra in the breeze and the rhythmic presence of the mountains.
That makes me want to cry--
A sense of eternity or continuity, with everything always keeping time.
Or fly.
A personal feeling of constant connection to the natural symphony of The Pines.
There is an orchestra hanging on the breeze
And the Mountains rise like tympani ... always ...
Expression of the everlasting nature of the Opus of The Pines.
Everything is always.
Absolute continuity and the singer's perpetual awareness of it.
I feel it always.
A profound sense of always feeling the Opus of The Pines.
...Keeping time...
Emphasis on the perpetual rhythm and the collective role in keeping time.
We are always keeping time
The collective involvement in maintaining the rhythmic harmony of The Pines.
To the Opus of The Pines.
Continued reference to the everlasting Opus of The Pines.
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