My now ex-wife was the one who showed me this band, we used to go for a drive while we were listeng to this album, I do miss her, too bad i realize how much i love her a bit too late.
My favorite lines from the song, "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"
@@rodddossantos1437 yes, you have it completely out of context, but that's fine too Noun. tendor m (genitive tendōris); third declension. stretching, straining, tension.
"The Engine Driver" 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 country lineman On a high line, on a high line So will be my grandson There are powerlines in our bloodlines And if you don't love me let me go And if you don't love me let me go 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 I'm a money lender I have fortunes upon fortunes Take my hand for tender I am tortured, ever tortured And if you don't love me let me go And if you don't love me let me go 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 I am a writer, I am all that you have home Home And I've written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones My bones My bones (And if you don't love me let me go) And if you don't love me let me go (And if you don't love me let me go) And if you don't love me let me go
The depth of that song has moved me to the point of tears. On a day dedicated to meditation, I managed to connect with my essence, sometimes elusive. Amidst life's complexities, we build shells that make us forget those seemingly simpler days. However, I've learned that sometimes all it takes is to breathe and focus on the present. I shared this song today with a friend because its melody not only symbolizes my adolescence but also triggers a cascade of memories in my mind and heart.
I was introduced to this song by a young woman who heard in it her feelings for another man. In time, I would come to hear in those same notes, perhaps underservedly, my feelings for her. We drivers of engines, our tracks are winding ones. They join and fork and join again in an inscrutable labyrinth guided by inexorable switchmen: our triumphs and tragedies, our gambles and resignations, virtues and vices, neuroses, certainties, hesitations, mistakes, miscalculations, and indeed every descision, temperment, or proclivity we ever adopt. But the engine drives ever onward, perchance to never cross those same tracks again. Unlike the inertial mass of coal and steel that is the present, the past is a fragile thing indeed, and yet so difficult to truly scour away completely. And perhaps that is for the best. There is a bittersweetness in retracing the worn and weary lines of pleasant memories long faded.
My wizened and jaded stance tells me to be wary of overly romanticizing these sorts of songs, if you relate to the time period this is someone who needs something to cling to, without our modern conveniences and down in the dregs, which I am not
@@patcooper793I miss the days of romantic pining love, but still I am jaded in that I would never love for the lust alone, it would be practical. But I do know men like the speaker of the song in the modern day. These songs are my new crush songs for my 30s, they balance out the ignorance of the honey moon stage and prepare me for what is likely to happen.
You might like this vid I made for engine driver, to have written such a poetic comment figured maybe you would appreciate it, just a hunch, its probably that fourth most recent on my channel, basically just my family watches, but once in a blue moon i randomly share on Internet hope you don't mind
For me the song brings back memories of an overpowering heroin and now fentynal addiction that cost me the love of my life. She stayed around longer than most would but finally moved back to her hometown and got married to tattoo artist. I still play it sometimes when I realize that all is well and where it should by in my mothafuckin kingdom nowadays yo
Miss not saying anything just having an inside laugh to myself about how free everyone was but some one had to give me schizophrenia god demon man women who knows at least decking me in face I could see my accuser's
starting in twenty ten I have horrible images of a pot with shit a coin and food remenenants my family being hurt and other bot so nice thing....sometimes free porn.....hell can't be much worse.....
My now ex-wife was the one who showed me this band, we used to go for a drive while we were listeng to this album, I do miss her, too bad i realize how much i love her a bit too late.
Never too late mate
@@db8erfreakSometimes, it really is.
My favorite lines from the song,
"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"
Oh do I know what that feels like.
"And if you don't love me let me go"
Wish it were that simple huh?
i like the lyric " I am a money lender.....Take my hand for tender". Very clever pun.
Tendor, dear. “Tendor”
@@rodddossantos1437 "Tender" as in offered money-not the drug "tendor" which makes no sense in the song's context.
Probably_Talon My bad. You are correct. My misspelling for ever! What’s a drug “tendor” though? Never heard of it.
@@rodddossantos1437 yes, you have it completely out of context, but that's fine too Noun. tendor m (genitive tendōris); third declension. stretching, straining, tension.
"The Engine Driver"
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 country lineman
On a high line, on a high line
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines
And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go
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
I'm a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured
And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go
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
I am a writer, I am all that you have home
Home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones
(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go
(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go
A beautiful song - you don't have to be living it to appreciate.
This song is brilliance. Easily one of Decemberists' best songs. Why so few views?
The depth of that song has moved me to the point of tears. On a day dedicated to meditation, I managed to connect with my essence, sometimes elusive. Amidst life's complexities, we build shells that make us forget those seemingly simpler days. However, I've learned that sometimes all it takes is to breathe and focus on the present.
I shared this song today with a friend because its melody not only symbolizes my adolescence but also triggers a cascade of memories in my mind and heart.
This song got me through such a hard time in my life.
I want to exist in the tiny, sinewy tendon in Colin Meloy's heart
I love this song.
Me too
there is an essence of diddles organ from legend of mana that brings potent nostalgic bliss...
this was the first song i ever heard of theirs i was 14 and absolutely sold 🥰🥰😍😍
This song changed me
I'm not asking, "What do you need?", but you can announce it in words.
This is just VIBES so good oml
got tickets to see them in july i'm GONNA CRY THE WHOLE TIME
🔸There are powerlines in our bloodlines 🔸
So beautiful. I'm a banker (money-lender), get shivers when that bit comes up.
Matthew Balfour Are you a money lender too?
I was introduced to this song by a young woman who heard in it her feelings for another man. In time, I would come to hear in those same notes, perhaps underservedly, my feelings for her. We drivers of engines, our tracks are winding ones. They join and fork and join again in an inscrutable labyrinth guided by inexorable switchmen: our triumphs and tragedies, our gambles and resignations, virtues and vices, neuroses, certainties, hesitations, mistakes, miscalculations, and indeed every descision, temperment, or proclivity we ever adopt. But the engine drives ever onward, perchance to never cross those same tracks again. Unlike the inertial mass of coal and steel that is the present, the past is a fragile thing indeed, and yet so difficult to truly scour away completely. And perhaps that is for the best. There is a bittersweetness in retracing the worn and weary lines of pleasant memories long faded.
Wow....this is better than the song, actually. Beautiful.
My wizened and jaded stance tells me to be wary of overly romanticizing these sorts of songs, if you relate to the time period this is someone who needs something to cling to, without our modern conveniences and down in the dregs, which I am not
@@patcooper793I miss the days of romantic pining love, but still I am jaded in that I would never love for the lust alone, it would be practical. But I do know men like the speaker of the song in the modern day. These songs are my new crush songs for my 30s, they balance out the ignorance of the honey moon stage and prepare me for what is likely to happen.
You might like this vid I made for engine driver, to have written such a poetic comment figured maybe you would appreciate it, just a hunch, its probably that fourth most recent on my channel, basically just my family watches, but once in a blue moon i randomly share on Internet hope you don't mind
Slap yourself.
Resonates for sure. Been a Decemberists Easter day.
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines.
This line speaks to my family.
La Roue (1923), directed by Abel Gance.
"I have four chins..."
Hemingway?
If they don't love me, why won't they just let me go?
My friend was an engine driver he let me know. .....
I'm still trying to rid You from My bones....
I'm listening to a song that's essentially instructions and figuring that I need to let her go. Problem is that I think I love her.
Did you go for it or let her go?
Jim Knopf und Lukas, der Lokomotivführer.
They all want me, but don't love me, they won't let me go
For me the song brings back memories of an overpowering heroin and now fentynal addiction that cost me the love of my life. She stayed around longer than most would but finally moved back to her hometown and got married to tattoo artist. I still play it sometimes when I realize that all is well and where it should by in my mothafuckin kingdom nowadays yo
Is this about Electro from Spiderman? "Powerlines in my blood lines"
You can’t b fr 😭
It's just magnificent x
2024!
Good timez interesting internet robot LOL
One of their better songs, this one....... if not the top one next to "Oooh oooh oh oooh ooh". Ya'll know it! :P
what are you talking about
What
The mariner's revenge song?
I'm afraid you'll have to elaborate
Yankee Bayonet?
this and dear avery wish I hadn't of written to personal
What were you on when you wrote all of these comments
I am a writer of fiction
Miss not saying anything just having an inside laugh to myself about how free everyone was but some one had to give me schizophrenia god demon man women who knows at least decking me in face I could see my accuser's
starting in twenty ten I have horrible images of a pot with shit a coin and food remenenants my family being hurt and other bot so nice thing....sometimes free porn.....hell can't be much worse.....
Im still writing...trying to rid her from My bones.