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by Jenica Sabiny » Thu Jan 24, 2008 3:28 pm
Unfortunately this song is by a local band from Austin which no longer exists, to the point that google pulls up nothing, nothing at all.
But I still love the song. It's called "Stones", by The Lower Level.
He's telling her that there's no point in trying to sustain the relationship anymore because even though he craves her he's not in love with her, but she refuses to agree and they start fighting. So he has to start saying cruel things (throwing stones) to try and force her to let go of something that's not there.
The end of the song is what gets me. The rest of it is relatively rockin' so the words are sad but not depressing. Toward the end the rockin' stops and he's just singing the melody, telling her that he's sorry but he's not in love...even though he should be.
I can't imagine a more agonizing thing to be told by someone I loved. I'm sorry hun, I know I should be, but I'm just not in love with you...ugh. And yet I would rather hear this than go through the pain of trying to sustain something that isn't there. Catch-22.
Stones - The Lower Level
How fickle it breathes
Only one thing needed said to me.
And the fire seeps up.
And then on breath from my lips
the perfect burn drifts away
I wear this suit of armour 'cause I'm
Only made of clay. Made of clay...
And the stones don't pierce as deep as the bullets
Even though you're my heroin.
But better now than later
we're not able to pull it out, 'cause I can't let you in.
Your perception's clearly skeptical of a good ending
Might as well cut off the ventricles
in which our hearts are sending the blood.
Throughout the body of us
I'm so sorry, I'm not in love.
The explanation is there,
but the blame is not.
You're my messiah
from the holt/cold melting pot
That I had my head in;
This sin only begins a friendship
We never had in the first place.
And the stones don't pierce as deep as the bullets
Even though you're my heroin.
But better now than later
we're not able to pull it out, 'cause I can't let you in.
Your perception's clearly skeptical of a good ending
Might as well cut off the ventricles
in which our hearts are sending the blood.
Throughout the body of us
I'm so sorry, I'm not in love.
And I should be, yeah I should be
But I'm sorry I'm not in love.
Yeah I should be, yeah I should be
But I'm sorry I'm not in love.
Oh I'm sorry I...I'm sorry I'm not in love with you.
Oh I should be, I know,
I'm sorry I, I'm sorry I'm not in love with you.
Oh I should be.
And it breaks me to see you like that.
And I know the possible occurance
and you don't deserve it so I
had to grab the courage...
to throw stones.
Fountain of blood in the shape of a girl.