Discover the poetic beauty in ‘The Collected Works’ by A.C. Newman. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A.C. Newman or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
There was a tempest roaring in the deep blues
There just to put the revolution in you
We compared the cost of the war
With walking into a wall
Though we saw you coming, including me
The empty bottles of coup d’etat at your feet
You repeat the same free advice
The kind of entrance you’d have
Expected from the collected works of excess
And you have defended the chemistry of the divine
But careful walls of conversation aside
A beat too late and it’s gone
A twist on natural law
Then you arrive with an impact rising size
Sealed, delivered, a gift to the magi sign
To my old friend anew
Who dropped in recently
Unexpected from the collected works of excess
You faked your way through legend and into the black
Your careful walls of conversation stacked
In towers so high that you thought
Here is the entrance I’d have
Expected from the collected works of excess
From the collected works of excess
From the collected works of excess