DECEMBERISTS LYRICS ENGINE DRIVER

Log in to add a tag. Yet, he’s just a writer of fictions; he’s trying to write her out of his life, but she won’t let go. Still, even knowing this, the love that you feel stays. Part of me is starting to think that there is only ONE charactor And I am a writer, writer of fictions I am the heart that you call home And I’ve written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones My bones, my bones.

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I’m an engine driver On a long run, on a long run Would I work beside her She’s a long one, such a long one And if you don’t love me Let me go And if you don’t love me Let me go I’m a county lineman On a high line, on a high line So will be my grandson There are power lines in our bloodlines And if you don’t love me Let me go And if you don’t love me Let me go Related.

Songs from District wngine and Beyond Log in now to add this track to your mixtape! Lyrice with Facebook Engins I’m writing a fiction book as well, and it’s partially to just get the story out of me. Sign In Don’t have an account? Retrieved from ” http: Please click here if you are not redirected within decekberists few seconds. Meloy is shrieking “if you don’t love me let me go”, but the love still stays, despite the fact that the writer has “written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bones.

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I’m a county lineman On a high line, on a high line So will be my grandson There are power lines in our bloodlines.

I’ll post more on that once I think about it some more. General Comment Enine feel as if it’s about a writer trying to get over this girl. General Comment Okay, meaning now. They tell their jobs and seem to accept what they are.

The Decemberists – Engine Driver Lyrics

What does this song mean to you? You must enable javascript to view this page. Just how I see it: Going deeper, you could look at the writer and think, he’s trying to rid this love from his bones, so maybe she’s become a part of him assuming the first person is male, sorry as well; or, he is becoming a part of her, as in “I am the heart that you call home”.

The Engine Driver song meanings.

One of the three or more references for this song is unquestionably “Wichita Lineman” ref: General Comment It’s about that girl that you want but will never get, for whatever reason. One engine barely makes it away One engine barely makes it away Hold on, they’re breaking their bonds Hold on, they’re breaking their bonds One decemberitss barely makes it away And the martyr line It’s a bitter pill And the line of right It will barely make you feel I’d like to get you in some kind of way Some kind of trouble in some kind of way Bear down, they’ll run you aground Bear fecemberists, they’ll run you aground We all must suffer awhile in decembersits way And the martyr line It’s a bitter pill And the line of right It will barely make feel, make you feel Barely make you feel, make you feel And the martyr line It’s a bitter pill And the line of right It will barely make you decembdrists, make you feel Barely make you feel, make you feel One engine One engine One engine barely makes it away.

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The Decemberists — The Engine Driver. No Replies Log in to reply. Login with Google Error: There was an error. General Comment When the song says ‘Trying to rid you from my bones’, I don’t interpret that as trying to forget a girl.

Log in to add a tag. Part of me is starting to think that there is only ONE charactor Each of the professions he lists in the verses are various parts of being a touring musician. Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

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General Comment the subject seems to be recalling a life, perhaps richly lived, but ultimately empty. And I am a writer, writer of fictions I am the heart that engne call home And I’ve written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones. I’m a money lender I have fortunes upon fortunes Take my hand for tender I am tortured, ever tortured.

But the writer doesn’t know who he is.