Spanish Quartet

Harmony and Betrayal: Waxwing's Spanish Quartet Unveils Life's Crooked Arrows
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Lyrics

How the god is mixed in

Reflecting on the intertwining of divinity and malevolence.

The evil it does blend

Acknowledging the blend of good and evil actions.

In this drink that we all taste.

Describing life as a collective experience, likened to a shared drink.

And when the bottle is gone

Contemplating the consequences when the metaphorical bottle of life is empty.

I hope I can look upon

Expressing a desire to reflect positively on life's experiences.

All that I've done with a smile

Hoping to face life's outcomes with a contented and smiling demeanor.

And bright and overflowing eyes,

Describing eyes as bright and overflowing with emotions.

Reflecting upon all they've seen

Reflecting on the experiences witnessed by one's eyes.

With the same glow as the

Desiring the same positive glow in eyes as a child born on March 8th, 1977.

Child born March 8th 1977.

Reference to a specific birthdate, possibly significant to the artist.


Please make my arrow shoot straight

Requesting for success and precision in personal endeavors.

I'm tired of all the shots that missed

Expressing fatigue with past failures and wishing for accuracy.

It's one thing that I won't miss

Highlighting a strong aversion to the pain of betrayal.

Betrayal in a kiss.

Describing betrayal experienced through a kiss.

When I finally hit my target

Anticipating success in hitting a personal target or goal.

There were four hands that held the bow

Recalling the support and collaboration received in achieving goals.

And I realized I am not alone

Realizing the presence of companionship and shared experiences.

I am not the only archer

Acknowledging a community of individuals pursuing similar goals.

Not alone with crooked arrows

Recognizing shared imperfections and challenges among peers.

Not alone with these crooked arrows.

Emphasizing unity in facing life's difficulties together.

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