Vampire Weekend - Hannah Hunt Lyrics. Capo on 4th / [Verse] G C Oh, sweet thing, Zion doesn't love you D G And Babylon don't love you, but you love everything C Oh, you saint, America don't love you D G So I could never love you ... Till me and Hannah Hunt Saw crawling vines and weeping willows As we made our way from Providence to Phoenix ... Hannah tore the New York Times up into pieces If I can't trust you then damn it Hannah Translation of 'Hannah Hunt' by Vampire Weekend from English to Portuguese But Vampire Weekend are one of those groups that have a nearly flawless back catalogue and a cadre of hardcore fans endlessly arguing over their individual album and song rankings to …

Kindling is a metaphor for this cause of the use of freezing in the last line Hannah tore the New York Times up into pieces" Hannah did things her own way and made herself comfortable (perhaps had an affair). Hannah Hunt (whose name is actually pronounced HAWN-ah Hunt, rather then the more common HAN-ah) now sings indie pop for the San Franciscan group Dominant Legs.

My InterpretationThis song is about our relationship with music - and feelings of possesiveness over the bands/songs you like.The "girl" in this song is music itself.
“Hunt” is a surname that has been associated with the American upper class for a long time, due to oil billionaire H.L. … In the Old Testament, Hannah is the mother of Samuel, and she symbolizes self-sacrifice in the name of faith. I think the new york times carries the metaphor of kindling on- she tore it up for the fire. Lyrics to 'Hannah Hunt' by Vampire Weekend.

On the band’s 3rd album Modern Vampires of the City, “ Hannah Hunt ” stands as the quintessence of Vampire Weekend’s growth, straying from their vivacious, jaunty hooks about college relationships on their self-titled debut, and the springtime-esque breezy essence of Contra. A gardener told me some plants move, but I could not believe it Til me and Hannah Hunt saw crawling vines and weeping willows As we made our way from Providence to Phoenix A man of faith said hidden eyes could see what I was thinking

This is a subreddit full of criticism over lack of explanation for why people enjoy songs, so I decided to explain why I love Hannah Hunt, how Ezra Koenig and the rest of Vampire Weekend make me love Hannah Hunt, but also Hannah herself, fictional or otherwise.
Vampire Weekend's third album is a remarkable progression from a band that was already functioning at a high level. Vampire Weekend first started working on this song with the subject matter of worrying about life rushing past during the early days of the band at Columbia University in New York City.