Big Thief – Capacity Lyrics | Genius Lyrics

Capacity Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Flight is a beautiful word
Flowered with consonance
That’s what I'll followed
Forever
I am a beautiful bird
Fluttered and floating
Swollen and hollowed
For heaven


[Chorus]
Do what you want with me
Lost in your captivity

Learning capacity
For make-believing everything
Is really hanging on


[Verse 2]
Slipping away from the party
Totally vacant
Everyone gone from their bodies
You were outside kissing another
She was a friend of mine
I was surprised to discover

[Chorus]
I wrapped my arms around her
She was a beautiful figure
There are no enemies
We’re make-believing everything
Is really hanging on
[Verse 3]
There is a castle that stands
High in the canyon
The blue knights are crying together
A child is holding my hand
She is directing, the red crystal pine with a feather

[Chorus]
Do what you want with me
Lost in your captivity
Learning capacity
For make-believing everything
Is really hanging on
Really hanging on
Really hanging on

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Genius Annotation

I wrote the song “Capacity” after a dream. I woke up at my sister’s house in the woods and basically just wrote down the dream. Every verse is a part of the dream. I took the word from the chorus, “Capacity.” And it just felt right to call the record that.

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What did Big Thief say about "Capacity"?
Genius Answer

In an interview with Newsweek, Adrianne Lenker explained the inspiration behind the title “Capacity”:

There’s a story there, too. It involves a close friend of Lenker’s who writes short stories and novels. “She always has a hundred stories in her brain, and they all have different worlds that she’s created with different languages she’s made up. I remember asking her, How do you possibly remember all this stuff? How do you have the capacity to hold all this in your brain? She told me she doesn’t think about humans having a certain amount of capacity. She feels like it’s unlimited. Just thinking of myself as a vessel. I’m starting to think of myself as something a little bit more translucent. Something that doesn’t necessarily contain and hold things, but [they’re] actually flooding through me.”

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