Accidental sons: we could never be our fathers' guilt nor forgiveness . . . Nor would we be our brothers or countrymen exhausting an ancient crest. This was not our future-- to forget ourselves in an idle love for sympathy, expectation, and concern. And this kingdom, set aside for us, denied indifference towards ignoble pains. We were nomads, new men enlisted in a life abandoned by God, rejecting the toll to a world into which we would not cross. No, we will not be beggars to fate and misfortune.This was mostly inspired by Rainer Maria Rilke's retelling of the Prodigal Son parable. When I began writing lyrics for this song, I spent a lot of time trying to capture the fear experienced by the Prodigal Son as he returned home and had to face the suffering of familiarity from the family dogs. I don't think I really succeeded in the end.
I suggest purchasing The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge for the full story (or one of the many discussions on this piece.) You can also read the section in its entirety in Ahead of All Parting: The Selected Poetry and Prose of Rainer Maria Rilke. If you're really ambitious, also check out his poem "You who never arrived." I think it relates well to the Son's journey after leaving home and his return. I haven't really found any kind of useful or concise manner in which to discuss these lyrics, so I'll just leave you to explore Rilke (to whom I am very indebted).
Other things:
"To nut" is a horrible expression, and I despise Alex Frank for its utterance.
If you're really bored, suggest a title for this song. I was thinking "Shepards" or "The Dogs," but that might be kind of dumb.
Stay edge.
-- Dan xxx
alex is right on....to nut is completely acceptable.
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