Amanda Palmer - The Thing About Things lyrics
[Amanda Palmer - The Thing About Things lyrics]
I've loaned a lot of things
To a lot of friends
Like dresses and records and books
And some of the time I never see them again
And in a weird way i think that it works
'Cause the thing about things is
They start to turn evil
When you start to forget what they're for
And so if you're not sure what
You did with my sweater
I'll just try to love you a little bit more
I had a ring it belonged to my grandfather
He was a mason, and gay
And he was distant and bitter
For all of my childhood
And we never had much to say
He wasn't the type to
Give tokens of affection
So I stole the ring when he died
And twenty years on when I lost it at a bar
I thought, that's fine
I don't want him in my life
'Cause the thing about things is that
They can start meaning things
Nobody actually said
And if he couldn't make something
Mean something for me
I had to make up what it meant
I can carry everything I need
In one collapsing suitcase
I can carry everyone I love
In one phone application
Built to maximize the Facetime of the
Friends I'm bent on making
Actually I want to be alone
To mourn the loss of what it cost
I think it's a poem and
I think it keeps going
I've borrowed and loaned lots of things
Three nights ago in the bar where I lost it
The bartender gave me the ring
And I lie in bed with my phone in my hand
Thinking "What can I fix with which app?"
And I call my grandfather
And he doesn't answer
And I have to make peace with that fact
Because the thing about things
Is that they can start meaning
Things nobody actually said
And if you're not allowed
To love people alive
Then you learn how to love people dead
Because the thing about things
Is that they can start meaning
Things nobody actually said
And if you're not allowed
To love people alive
Then you learn how to love people dead
To a lot of friends
Like dresses and records and books
And some of the time I never see them again
And in a weird way i think that it works
'Cause the thing about things is
They start to turn evil
When you start to forget what they're for
And so if you're not sure what
You did with my sweater
I'll just try to love you a little bit more
I had a ring it belonged to my grandfather
He was a mason, and gay
And he was distant and bitter
For all of my childhood
And we never had much to say
He wasn't the type to
Give tokens of affection
So I stole the ring when he died
And twenty years on when I lost it at a bar
I thought, that's fine
I don't want him in my life
'Cause the thing about things is that
They can start meaning things
Nobody actually said
And if he couldn't make something
Mean something for me
I had to make up what it meant
I can carry everything I need
In one collapsing suitcase
I can carry everyone I love
In one phone application
Built to maximize the Facetime of the
Friends I'm bent on making
Actually I want to be alone
To mourn the loss of what it cost
I think it's a poem and
I think it keeps going
I've borrowed and loaned lots of things
Three nights ago in the bar where I lost it
The bartender gave me the ring
And I lie in bed with my phone in my hand
Thinking "What can I fix with which app?"
And I call my grandfather
And he doesn't answer
And I have to make peace with that fact
Because the thing about things
Is that they can start meaning
Things nobody actually said
And if you're not allowed
To love people alive
Then you learn how to love people dead
Because the thing about things
Is that they can start meaning
Things nobody actually said
And if you're not allowed
To love people alive
Then you learn how to love people dead