It's not just the music that's swarm-like. The whole album is like this lyrically, juxtaposing cosmic scales with the personal, the intimate, the domestic—meteorites crossing the sky for viewers below; mountains born from tectonics and dissolving into dust. The wind that blows the wind chimes, the music it makes. Skipping little stones across the surface of the water. Ripples and ripples, cycles and cycles, the cause and effect of history.The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow
Set to the sky in a flying spree,
for the sport over the pharaoh
A little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow
We need to break him down to nothing like they do in the army then rebuild from the ground up.go easy on him he's never heard a cutty ranks record in his life.