PJ Song of the Week Analysis:Insignificance
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all in all, it's no one's fault
excuses turn to carbon walls
blame it all on chemical intercourse
the swallowed seeds of arrogance
breeding in the thoughts of ten thousand fools that fight irreverance
the full moon is dead skin
the one down here's wearing thin
so set are the ten pins as the human tide rolls in
like a ball that's spinning
bombs dropping down
overhead, underground
it's instilled...to wanna live
bombs dropping down, please forgive
our hometown in our insignificance
turn the jukebox up he said
dancing in irreverance
play c3, let the song protest
the plates began to shift
perfect lefts come rolling in
i was alone and far away, hey..
when i heard the band start playin'
on the lip...late take off
bombs dropping down
overhead, underground
it's instilled...to wanna live
bombs dropping down, please forgive
our hometown in our insignificance
feel like resonance of distance
in the blood...the iron lies
it's instilled...
to wanna live
bombs dropping down, please forgive
our hometown in our insignificance
oh in our insignificance
excuses turn to carbon walls
blame it all on chemical intercourse
the swallowed seeds of arrogance
breeding in the thoughts of ten thousand fools that fight irreverance
the full moon is dead skin
the one down here's wearing thin
so set are the ten pins as the human tide rolls in
like a ball that's spinning
bombs dropping down
overhead, underground
it's instilled...to wanna live
bombs dropping down, please forgive
our hometown in our insignificance
turn the jukebox up he said
dancing in irreverance
play c3, let the song protest
the plates began to shift
perfect lefts come rolling in
i was alone and far away, hey..
when i heard the band start playin'
on the lip...late take off
bombs dropping down
overhead, underground
it's instilled...to wanna live
bombs dropping down, please forgive
our hometown in our insignificance
feel like resonance of distance
in the blood...the iron lies
it's instilled...
to wanna live
bombs dropping down, please forgive
our hometown in our insignificance
oh in our insignificance
All that's sacred, comes from youth....dedications, naive and true.
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In one of the Canadian concerts (I think) he talked about Boeing building bombs for foreign countries and then telling this country that they have to build bigger and better bombs so they can out-do the other countries that Boeing has supplied the old bombs to. He said this as an intro to this song.
Anyway, I need to think about specific lyrics a little longer as I have never taken time to think about this song except as to over-all meaning.
Kitchener 9-11-05
I really should have known that. Especially since I was there AND I have listened to the boot a kazillion times. However, I have listened to a lot of other boots too and I get confused in my old age.
Funny story on the Boeing thing. In downtown Lancaster, there's a building with no windows. It opened as a department store in 1972, the same week a big mall opened in the suburbs two miles away. The store lasted 27 months, partly because of the mall, partly becuase it's the ugliest building ever.
Now, there's a firm in there that builds fuses for bombs, and there was a push around Christmastime to put a Casino in there to stimulate business downtown.
However, the far right knocked it down, claiming the Casino was immoral.
But a factory that builds bomb fuses is OK.
Off the soapbox. Never knew soap made you taller
(PS) We should do this for Ghost someday...
I always wondered about the "iron's in the blood" line.
Is that a shout out to Jack Irons?
Or something more along the lines of a more figurative American blood, that we need industry and factories and bombs?
its funny that this thread came up , cuz its one song im REALLY diggin on right now specially the build at the end...it rocks hard.....
bombs arent good.
Listen to the HOB show, Chicago w/ boom...it's the best version of that build ever.
why they don't jam out on the interlude there like RVM, I don't know.
It would be cool if it was a reference to Jack Irons, but I don't think a reference to him fits the song. I think it is a reference to American blood. We have iron in our blood that is necessary to life. In America we depend on manufacturing and industry (iron also) for our life blood.
I cannot figure out the line "excuses turn to carbon walls." I presume that carbon is used to make bombs or something. Anybody have any ideas?
So, what does excuses mean?
As far as late 90s/2000 goes...um, Iraq sanction bombing, Kosovo?
Some excuse lead to bombings and burnings - carbon walls...
that's what I'm thinking right now...
-Eddie Vedder
6/24/06 Cincinatti, Ohio
6/14/08 Manchester, Tennessee
"turn the jukebox up he said
dancing in irreverance
play c3, let the song protest"
Nobody uses thier voice, nobody does anything, nobody protests, nobody stands up to the man, and things happen because of it. So, just forgive us. Its not our fault. Its just the way it is.
irreverance
looking back at the WHOLE WORLD (which will be different, soon the whooooooooole world will be different) the past few years, I dont think people are as irreverent as they were.
This is one of my absolute favorite Pearl Jam songs. One of my favorite songs period. It is one of the most inspirational songs they have. Get off your fucking ass and do something about something. To me, its Ed's way of saying, "Its one thing to listen to me sing about this shit, but actions speak louder than words".
thanks for the insight this week.
Something like that...
Yeah, it's a call to action thing too, I guess.
Dancing and playing the jukebox reference reflects that we ignore what is going on around us and go on our merry way despite the destruction (that we are responsible for). Thus, we are irreverant. "Let the song protest" means "let someone else protest." We are too busy, we may care some, but not enough to take responsibility. Let someone else do something about it.
As far as forgiving our home town and our insignificance, we as individuals are insignificant - we are one piece of sand in the scheme of the world, and we overstate our importance. Thus, forgive us for our self-inflated importance in this world.
I don't know what "the plates began to shift" and "perfect lefts come rolling in" means. I think of earthquakes for plates began to shift, and someone hitting someone with a "left" fist - like in Jeremy, "he hit me with a surprise left."
The plates begin to shift?
Maybe we're right on that verge?
That is a great interpretation - works well. I am going to adopt that one.