Bright Eyes: The Center of the World Meaning
The Center of the World Lyrics
She is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry.
I went and looked her in the eyes and she turned me into sand.
This clumsy form that I despise scattered easy in her hand.
And it came...
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From the beginning of the song, we are in the context of a funeral. The organ music is parallel to their solemn melodies and ongoing chord progressions. In a soft voice, Conor starts singing. The easiest and most obvious explanation of the verse is that he is tripping. The drugs have taken him away from his sad, mundane life. "We are far less than we knew." He knew that he could get into another realm in a peaceful way. He waited for the drugs to take him away from this life and into the eternal, endless blue. From there on the funeral scene comes back into place. They cut marble to mark our graves. They dressed the choir who didn't like what they had to sing seeing as though they lost a loved one. This song is so close to me seeing as though almost this exact thing happened to my cousin so recently. My cousin overdosed. His head hung off his bed. The alarm clock was going off, but he wasn't waking up. I still can't believe this is happening.
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