Heroes
Echoes of Fallen Heroes: Anna Tivel's Melodic Tale of Lost Icons
Lyrics
In the back of a downtown dive bar, on a wooden stage in the corner
In a dimly lit bar in the downtown area, on a small stage tucked away, you begin your performance.
You stand with your beat-up guitar, already halfway gone
You stand on the stage with your well-worn guitar, already feeling a sense of detachment or disconnection.
The din of the drunken dreamers who staggered in from the real world
The noise of intoxicated dreamers, who entered from the real world, surrounds you as they raise their glasses and turn on the TV.
They lift their glasses skyward, and turn the TV on
An observation of the bar's atmosphere where people are engaged in their own worlds.
You're singing about a bar fight, a shot and a can of High Life
Your song narrates a scene of a bar fight, involving a shot and a can of High Life beer. The lyrics touch on the potential heartbreak of a fleeting relationship.
The tears of a girl you just might leave before too long
Describing the emotional landscape with the mention of tears and the uncertainty of a relationship.
A lonesome crying coyote, a sweaty held out high note
An image of a lonely coyote howling, combined with a powerful high note, possibly symbolizing the emotional struggle of a cowboy distancing himself from others.
A cowboy riding backroads away from everyone
A cowboy figuratively riding away from societal connections and responsibilities.
But who are you gonna become if all of your heroes died young
Raising the question of identity and purpose if the influences or role models (heroes) have a tragic end.
You wake in a stranger's bedroom, awash in last night's cheap booze
Waking up in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by the remnants of the previous night's cheap alcohol.
And she don't pretend to know you, she just pulls her work clothes on
A person in the room acknowledges your presence without truly knowing you, emphasizing a sense of detachment.
You stumble through the weekend, til you finally call your girlfriend
Navigating through the weekend until facing the realization that the current relationship is not working.
I guess it's just not working, I guess I'm just a dog
The protagonist acknowledges personal flaws, possibly comparing oneself to a dog.
You sit at the kitchen table, a six-pack and a capo
Sitting at a table with beer and a capo (a device used on a guitar), expressing the duality of being an artist and possessing negative traits.
An artist and an asshole, you write all of your wrongs
Confronting mistakes and attempting to make amends through creative expression.
And your heroes grow unruly, they overdose or just leave
The heroes, symbolic figures or influences, become unpredictable, facing tragic fates like overdose or abandonment.
Their lives are fucked up movies and you've studied every one
Studying the troubled lives of these heroes through their metaphorical "fucked up movies."
But who are you gonna become if all of your heroes are gone
Pondering one's own identity and direction in the absence of influential figures.
Who are you gonna become if all of your heroes died young
Reflecting on the potential impact of losing heroes prematurely.
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