One By One All Day

One By One All Day
\"Howdy, lem,\" my grandpa said with his eyes closed
Wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow
A life before doubt

I smell the engine grease and mints the wind is blending
Under the moan of rotting elm in the silo floor
Down a hill of pine tree quills we made our way
To the bottom and the ferns where the thick moss grows
Beside a stream
Under the logs are snails and we can fills our pockets
Let them go one by one all day in a brand new place
You were no ordinary drain on her defenses
And she was no ordinary girl
Oh, inverted world
If every moment of our lives
Were cradled softly
In the hands of a strange and gentle child
I'd not roll my eyes so
En 'One By One All Day' de The Shins, somos transportados a un momento nostálgico y conmovedor mientras el narrador recuerda a su abuelo con cariño. La canción evoca imágenes sensoriales, desde el olor a grasa del motor hasta la suave brisa mezclada con menta...