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Crawl
Metadata
- title
- Crawl
- meaning
- FEiN Little Homes closer: place found through harder work than we'll know: forgive me for the way I crawl; light God bows to every night, you and I and God alike dream of better bigger things.
- year
- 2016
- release
- Little Homes
- releaseType
- album
- artist
- FEiN
- artistId
- #fein
- coWriters
- Brandon Michael Woodward
- credits
- Written by Luke Francis Walton and Brandon Michael Woodward (FEiN). Produced and recorded by FEiN at Tiny Giant; engineered at LMU; mixed and mastered by Frank Rosato at Woodcliff (Discogs). Brian Robert Jones, bass (album). Brandon Woodward, guitar.
- spotify
- https://open.spotify.com/album/2xWtW9VwcaoHkS7FnIJfaQ
- apple
- https://music.apple.com/us/album/crawl/1111956961?i=1111957080
- themes
- FEiN
- Little Homes
- faith
- metaphysics
- 2016
- isrc
- QZ2QB1600015
- isrcSource
- soundexchange
- draft
- false
Lyrics
There is a place That I have heard someone once found through Harder work Than you or I Will ever know so by that line I Waste my precious little time So if I cannot reach it, Forgive me for the way I crawl, oh. And if I cannot see it, Maybe I'm better off, oh. There is a light That God himself must bow his head to Every single night, As we sleep You and I and God alike We dream of better bigger things
Content
Track sixteen on Little Homes (May 31, 2016), the album closer after All Her Books. Walton/Woodward co-write. BMI's metaphysics thread, and the one place the record drops the satire and ends on aspiration.
There is a place that I have heard someone once found through harder work than you or I will ever know, and the narrator concedes he may not get there. That concession becomes the refrain, forgiveness without arrival: so if I cannot reach it, forgive me for the way I crawl. After fifteen tracks of little homes, bodies, and bystanders, crawling is offered as honest motion rather than failure. The last verse lifts the whole thing level: there is a light that God himself must bow his head to every single night, as we sleep, you and I and God alike, we dream of better bigger things. Even the divine sleeps and dreams here, and the final phrase is better bigger things, scale escaped instead of a little home defended.
The song stops there, no return to the crawl. It bookends Outro and follows Blanket. Track eight Intro is instrumental on the album page.