Silverado Days

Silverado Days Unveiled: A Melodic Journey Through Youth, Heroes, and Words
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Lyrics

Me and I

Introduction of the narrator and another person ("I")

Yeah, we're going your way

Both are heading in the same direction

Sound the trumpets and open the gates

Preparing for something significant, signaled by trumpets and open gates

No angels there to greet me

No positive reception, absence of heavenly figures

They can't breathe

The heavenly beings are constrained or restricted ("can't breathe")

And they won't see me

The narrator won't be noticed or acknowledged by these beings


And I'll do, I'll do,

Repetition of the willingness to act, but with a suggestion that it won't be enough

But a little won't help you now

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I'll do

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I was a kid and you were my hero

Recollection of a time when the narrator was a child, and the other person was a hero

Bathed in rhinestones and brand new chinos

Describing the hero adorned in rhinestones and new chinos

I was young, drunk and easy

Narrator's state at that time: young, drunk, and carefree

We would duel, but our holsters were empty

Describing a conflict, but without real ammunition ("holsters were empty")


And I'll do, I'll do,

Repetition of the willingness to act, with a hint that it may not be sufficient

But a little won't help you now

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I'll do

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Along the wayside gonna change our names

Anticipation of a change in identity or direction

They're easily replaced

Emphasis on the ease with which one can be replaced

It comes on heavy like a symphony at the cinema

Comparing the impact of change to a heavy symphony in a cinema


'Cause even though we don't mean what we say

Acknowledging insincerity in communication, despite intentions

We throw our words like bombs and hand grenades

Words are powerful and destructive, likened to explosive devices


Arms are weighing like a monument

Physical and emotional burden, possibly regret

That comes and goes in time

Comparing emotional weight to a monument that is transient

Like highway signs we post along the way

Similarity of emotional weight to highway signs left behind

We wonder where they've gone

Reflecting on the disappearance of those signs and the uncertainty of their impact


'Cause even though we don't mean what we say

Reiteration of insincere communication and its explosive consequences

We throw our words like bombs and hand grenades

Continuation of the theme of words being powerful and potentially harmful

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