Suburban War
Suburban War Echoes: Navigating Change, Friendship, and Musical Tribes
Lyrics
Let's go for a drive, see the town tonight
Desire to explore the town together.
There's nothing to do but I don't mind when I'm with you
Enjoyment of each other's company despite a lack of activities.
This town's so strange they built it to change
The town's nature is to constantly change.
And while we sleep we know the streets get rearranged
While people are unaware (asleep), the town undergoes transformations.
My old friends, we were so different then
Nostalgia for past friendships which were different.
Before your war against the suburbs begin
Reference to conflict against suburban lifestyle.
Before it began
Reiteration of conflict initiation.
Now the music divides us into tribes
Music creates divisions or factions among people.
You grew your hair so I grew mine
Symbolic change in appearance mirroring a friend's change.
You said the past won't rest
Past issues persist until leaving them behind.
Until we jump the fence and leave it behind
Desire to move beyond past barriers.
My old friends, I can remember when
Recollection of past moments with friends.
You cut your hair, I never saw you again
Loss of contact due to personal changes.
Now the cities we live in could be distant stars
Comparison of cities to distant and unattainable places.
And I searched for you in every passing car
Continual search for a lost connection.
The night's so long
Perception of elongated, difficult times.
Yeah the night's so long
Reiteration of the previous line's sentiment.
I've been living in the shadows of your song
Living in the influence of someone's music or legacy.
Living in the shadows of your song
Continued impact of someone's creative expression.
In the suburbs I, I learned to drive
Learning life skills in suburban settings.
You told me we would never survive,
A pessimistic outlook conveyed by another person.
So grab your mother's keys, we leave tonight
Escape plan initiated by using someone else's keys.
But you started a war that we can't win
Conflict instigated by someone, seemingly unwinnable.
We keep erasing all the streets we grew up in
Erasing memories or aspects of one's upbringing.
Now the music divides us into tribes
Music as a divisive force, choosing different paths.
Choose your side, I'll choose my side
Choosing sides amid division caused by music.
All my old friends they don't know me now
Loss of recognition by old friends due to personal changes.
All my old friends are staring through me now
Feeling unseen or misunderstood by old friends.
All my old friends they don't know me now
Reiteration of old friends' inability to recognize the person.
All my old friends they don't know me now
Continued theme of disconnection from old friends.
All my old friends, they
Repetition of the phrase, possibly implying unresolved feelings.
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