Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
The Phoenix New Times called “Siberian Butterfly” “a classic Mould power-pop anthem”. Mould began writing it about people with “excessive means”, but it morphed into “themes of change, growth and freedom”.
Watch me fly like a rainbow in the sky
Winter comes and renders everything in black and white
I see all the butterflies you captured on your way
Chloroform and needles pinning wings to your display
You can't see me, you can't feel me
You can't catch me, you can't touch me
My Siberian butterfly
Across this land there are no nature scenes
Instead you drill and pillage everything of beauty
In your biosphere you pin these wings so dear
If you touch my chitin surely I will disappear
You can't see me, you can't feel me
You can't touch me, you can't keep me
My Siberian butterfly
You were chasing me through a dream, origami and gabardine
All the fields of my past are shiny glass and steel
Every Sunday the local men gather up at the barn and
When the sun goes down the sky is filled with rainbow butterflies
You can't see me, you can't feel me
You can't keep me, you don't need me now
My Siberian butterfly
Mould told Rolling Stone the song began about one thing, but became something else:
[“Siberian Butterly” began about] people with excessive means who gather the works of creative folk for their ego-driven portfolio. As I kept writing, the narrative shifted toward themes of change, growth and freedo...