Walls of the Cave is a Phish song written by Trey Anastasio and Tom Marshall, released on the 2002 album, Round Room.
"Walls of the Cave" made its public debut on AOL, as the Round Room track was available as a streaming file for subscribers. It made its concert debut in the first show back from hiatus, closing the show. Since then, it has made many appearances, mostly as a set closer, though it did open the first day of the 2004 Phish festival, Coventry.
"Walls of the Cave" has been known amongst fans to possibly have multiple meanings. In an interview Phish song writer, Tom Marshall said that Walls of the Cave was written as a message, as if he were singing to his son after his death. He also conceded the possibility of a sub-conscious meaning of the song related to the September 11th attacks which occurred shortly before the creation of the song. The initials, form WoTC, equal to the World Trade Center. As well, the lyrics could be construed to relate to the event: "I know you heard the question but you didn't make a sound. And when it fell you caught my heart before it hit the ground."
Song Length on Album: 09:59
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Famous quotes containing the words walls of the, walls of, walls and/or cave:
“a child who traced voyages
indelibly all over the atlas, who now in a far country
remembers the first river, the first
field, bricks and lumber dumped in it ready for building,
that new smell, and remembers
the walls of the garden, the first light.”
—Denise Levertov (b. 1923)
“Do you know what Agelisas said, when he was asked why the great city of Lacedomonie was not girded with walls? Because, pointing out the inhabitants and citizens of the city, so expert in military discipline and so strong and well armed: “Here,” he said, “are the walls of the city,” meaning that there is no wall but of bones, and that towns and cities can have no more secure nor stronger wall than the virtue of their citizens and inhabitants.”
—François Rabelais (1494–1553)
“The harp that once through Tara’s halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls As if that soul were fled.”
—Thomas Moore (1779–1852)
“Stands the Spring! heralded by its bright-clothed
Trumpeters, of bough and bush and branch;
Pale Winter draws away his white hands, loathed,
And creeps, a leper, to the cave of time.”
—Philip Larkin (1922–1986)