Maybe I’m just high but I REALLY don’t understand how one can write something like this! So dense yet light...so complete. Images painted parsimoniously!!! So precise!! Then it all ties so wholesomely at the end and the metaphors reveal themselves with her being “of the dirt” like the bugs she had been observing...and like them she is drawn to a “jar of honey” from a sweet man.
This is one of the finest songs ever written. I've been listening to it for years, and my admiration only grows and grows. It has an ethereal quality, and some of the best lyrics I've heard... *your kind words came so easy and I half winced at the sugar sweetness. Made me feel so wealthy so I got tongue-tied, I got restless* That picking pattern has a kind of drone to it that I don't even know quite how you're achieving it, and I've been playing guitar for 25 years. It's some kind of magic, this package of dreamy vocals with such intense lyrical focus.
Lovely, delicate, haunting... a wonderful mixture of old and new. I love the way it ends... with the unexpected phrase "with a jar of your parents' honey." Great guitar finger-picking skills, too! This whole album is fantastic, by the way.
Just cause it came so easy like quiet evenings in my kitchen. Just cause it came so easy like little breezes of indecision. Line of ants came crawling through the cracks there in my tiles. Sat there and I watched them as they pillaged in single file. Just cause it came so freely I was loath to admit it. Just cause it came so quickly I was startled like I had tripped. And I reached out an accusing hand to the treachery of the street. Leaning as though in the wind you helped me to my feet. Your kind words came so easy and I half winced at the sugar sweetness. Made me feel so wealthy so I got tongue-tied, I got restless, and I opened my doors and windows to the many creatures of July. Strange cats come in mewling, bugs that crawl and ones that fly, all my flour fell victim to slow and sullen moths, in the heat we both were gasping wrapped in dripping cloths. Just cause you came so willing I never made you, I didn't call for you, so sure i was needless but all the strange things of the dirt are obstinately drawn to sweetness bite through plastic through the masonry. You came uninvited with a jar of your parent's honey.
