A Theory : A Short Time On Earth About Geoff?

[Outtahere]

So ever since I heard the demo for A Short Time On Earth, I though it might be about Geoff.

 

 

"Tell the lady it's all over" - His wife

"Stop the clock and lock the door" - When a great tragedy occurs, you remember where you were and what you were doing

"Sit and listen to old records

Wonder why there ain't no more" - Listening to the first MGB records and thinking that they should have kept on working together

 

"Well out here I spent all my days and nights

A hurricane hitting shore" - Not sure about this one

"Sometimes I feel like I don't know my life

Like you lived mine and I watched yours" - We now know they both suffered from bi-polarity.

 

"You know we used to have our reasons

There were these words, they used to sting" - I'm thinking their split, they probably exchanged words that we not that nice

"You never think you're one for treason" - Maybe he feels Matt betrayed Geoff but that's a bit of a strech here...

You live like slaves, die like kings" - Not sure about this one either.

 

In the first demo there was this bit too:

 

"Before the moment, it seems all okay

And for the moment, it's so far away

It's not real somehow, real somehow, real somehow..." - He didn't see it coming and still can't believe it...

 

What d'you think?

[AllThatMakesUsHuman]

The song was not about Geoff. The concept behind A Short Time On Earth, like the majority of the songs on Lights of Endangered Species, is mostly about a reflection into the future, what happens once humans are gone, etc. We "Humans" are the Endangered Species so to speak

 

 

 

 

 

The New Colossus

 

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

with silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

 

 

― Emma Lazarus

Edited October 23, 2012 by AllThatMakesUsHuman