I think this song is about consumerism and its effect on modern society.
I'd like to see other similar comments from WGOMers about what it means.
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The song is about the location of the singer's A Machines and her B Machines in relation to the furniture of her domicile.
Oh, I think it's clearly about the superiority of the singer's A Machines. Otherwise, why would she have any need to hide her B machines in a drawer?
Or they're in the drawer because she doesn't want people to see them because they're awesome and likely to be stolen or easily damaged. The A Machines are good, sure, but they're on display for everyone to see and assess.
Hmmm . . . that's certainly a possibility. Well, I guess we've narrowed it right down then, haven't we?
Or perhaps she's being coy about answering where her C Machines are.
All I could make out is "table" so I'm assuming the song is about people not dropping her again off a table.
The full lyrics are at that link.
Got my A machines on the table
Got my B machines in the drawer
Okay, I'm still assuming she's worried about being dropped off the table again, because I could make that out a couple times.
She's a farmer and a beekeeper.
Got my hay machines on the table
Got my bee machines in the drawer
Also implied is that she has no Sea Machines, tying it to that tune made famous by Richie Valens.
Yo no soy marinero.
I dreaded this concert more than probably any concert, ever. I mean, I love (love, love love) Treats, but they are a band built around the idea of checking the "allow clipping" box. Also, I'm not a huge CSS fan, and I'd only heard a few Neon Indian songs.
Then.........the show was actually a ton of fun. Sure, it was short (the album is only, like, fifteen minutes, and they actually played one or two songs that weren't on it), but it was exactly what you would hope for from this band - a wall of distorted guitar and surprisingly poppy female vocals.
...and surprisingly poppy female vocals about lettered machine classes and their storage spaces.
I spend so much of my time thinking of jokes only to realize no one will get them because they're so obscure.
For a while there, I developed way too many jokes in my brain about this song.
Glad I'm able to finally share some y'all.
Oh, no worries, my friend and I (the one who went with me to the concert, actually) made plenty of jokes about the location of Alexis Krauss' B-machines in relation to her A-machines.
My favorite comment on songmeanings.com is for this song:
I'd like to see other similar comments from WGOMers about what it means.
No takers yet? Fine:
The song is about the location of the singer's A Machines and her B Machines in relation to the furniture of her domicile.
Oh, I think it's clearly about the superiority of the singer's A Machines. Otherwise, why would she have any need to hide her B machines in a drawer?
Or they're in the drawer because she doesn't want people to see them because they're awesome and likely to be stolen or easily damaged. The A Machines are good, sure, but they're on display for everyone to see and assess.
Hmmm . . . that's certainly a possibility. Well, I guess we've narrowed it right down then, haven't we?
Or perhaps she's being coy about answering where her C Machines are.
All I could make out is "table" so I'm assuming the song is about people not dropping her again off a table.
The full lyrics are at that link.
Okay, I'm still assuming she's worried about being dropped off the table again, because I could make that out a couple times.
She's a farmer and a beekeeper.
Also implied is that she has no Sea Machines, tying it to that tune made famous by Richie Valens.
I dreaded this concert more than probably any concert, ever. I mean, I love (love, love love) Treats, but they are a band built around the idea of checking the "allow clipping" box. Also, I'm not a huge CSS fan, and I'd only heard a few Neon Indian songs.
Then.........the show was actually a ton of fun. Sure, it was short (the album is only, like, fifteen minutes, and they actually played one or two songs that weren't on it), but it was exactly what you would hope for from this band - a wall of distorted guitar and surprisingly poppy female vocals.
...and surprisingly poppy female vocals about lettered machine classes and their storage spaces.
I spend so much of my time thinking of jokes only to realize no one will get them because they're so obscure.
For a while there, I developed way too many jokes in my brain about this song.
Glad I'm able to finally share some y'all.
Oh, no worries, my friend and I (the one who went with me to the concert, actually) made plenty of jokes about the location of Alexis Krauss' B-machines in relation to her A-machines.