First Aid Kit is one of my favorite "folksy" artists, and this song reminds me of--you guessed it!--The Walking Purchase of 1737. The Delaware Indians neighboring Pennsylvania had signed an agreement with William Penn that they would, in the future, sell to Penn's colony the amount of land a man could walk in a day and a half. Following Penn's death, his shrewd successors realized they had stumbled upon an opportunity, and they seized upon it. They hired one of the most athletic men they could find (probably an iron man) and had him start running at midnight one day and stop running at noon the following day. Pennsylvania gained 150 miles, and the Delawares were PISSED. This song has nothing at all to do with such things, but, well, this is how my mind works.
Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things.
She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook
the fact that they've been blindly deceived
by those who preach and pray and teach...
But don't you come here and say I didn't warn you
about the way your world can alter
And oh how you try to command it all still,
every single time it all shifts one way or the other...
Well I guess sometimes I wish you were a little more predictable,
that I could read you just like a book
by examining your timid smile
and the ways of the old, old winds blowing you back 'round.
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