This one gets me. The so-called ideal life and the successes we should strive for, as fed to us by our parents, our schools, and collective society, is rarely what feeds us as individuals. Thanks for sharing. I really like Radiohead.
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This brings back great memories of playing Guitar Hero with the kids! Maps was one of my favorites. 
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Credit to Songfacts.comâŠ
The song was written during the first gulf war, when âPapa Bushâ was President, as Eddie calls him. The story is about a young Grunger kid, all dressed up in his flannels with the long greasy hair. His brother goes off to fight in the war and gets killed. He gets a letter that comes in one of those yellow army envelopes and learns of his brotherâs death. So, all upset, he decides to go out and walk it off. On his walk he passes by a neat, middle-aged or elderly couple sitting on their front porch having some tea, and he sees that they have an American flag out. He gives a wave, because he feels like he relates: âThe flag, my brother, you knowâŠâ But they donât know, of course. They donât know whatâs underneath the grunge and the long hair. All they see are the outward appearances, and they donât wave back.
The song has changed its meaning over time and Eddie changes the words to suit whatever is on his mind.
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I say Papa Bush too! Haha
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I love this. Thanks so much for sharing. 
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Jaques Brel, IMO the greatest chansonnier that ever was. I grew up with his music. The songs he sang in Dutch were extra special. Knowing a bit of Belgian history youâll understand. For me this is simply the most brilliant song ever sung about the Low Countries.
My flat land:
When the North Sea head fast breaks on the high dunes
And white foam flocks shatter on their crests
When the Nordic floods hammers the black basalt rocks
And over dike and dune the grey spray falls
When, by ebb the beach feels like the desert
And wet Westerly winds scream in agony
Then my land fights, my flat land
When the rain falls on streets, market places and perches
On roofs and tower peaks of heavenly high churches
Those ,who are the only mountains in our flat land
When under the clouds people are dwarfs
When the Days turn into stupid repetitiveness
And barren Easterly winds beat the lands even flatter
Then my land awaits, my flat land
When the lower air flies just above the water
When the lower air teaches us to be humble
When the lower air is as grey as limestone
When the lower air makes into boulder clay
When the Northern winds cuts the flats into 4 parts
When the Northern wind steals us of our breath
Then my land cracks, my flat land
When the Schelde glooms in the Southern Sun
And every Flemish woman parades her sundress
When the first spider weaves his Spring web
Or when in the July fields the Sun waves shiver
When the Southern winds sheds light true the weeds
When the Southern wind rejoices along the course
Then my land cheers, my flat land
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Thank you for sharing the lyrics. Listening, you can close your eyes and actually feel them.
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Lonesome crowded west !!
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If I had to choose a favorite Modest Mouse album, that would be it!
The video looks just like your background profile pic⊠the cows in the fields like your walks/rides⊠your beautiful flat land. 
I googled/translated Schelde, it does not come up, what is that? @Mno
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I think itâs a river. 
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âde scheldeâ is a river that flows from the south west part of the Netherlands to the north of France 
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Not quite getting what is sung about is no reason not to love the music. Back into French now. Love Fefe.
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