"Their souls are crumbling like a dirt clod, hold."
— Pavement
Author
Work Title
Date
1992
Metaphor
"Their souls are crumbling like a dirt clod, hold."
Metaphor in Context
Now, she's the only one
Who always inhales
Paris is stale
And it's war if we fail
And in the migrant hotels, they never sleep, they never will
Their souls are crumbling like a dirt clod, hold
Your cigarette cuts to the inside
Who always inhales
Paris is stale
And it's war if we fail
And in the migrant hotels, they never sleep, they never will
Their souls are crumbling like a dirt clod, hold
Your cigarette cuts to the inside
Categories
Provenance
Listening
Citation
Pavement, "Frontwards," Watery, Domestic (Matador, 1992).
Date of Entry
04/07/2018