Little Black Ache
Unlocking Life's Melancholy: Bishop Allen's Little Black Ache
Lyrics
Chasing my excuses to the end of the night
Struggling to confront and deal with my excuses until late at night.
Tried to make a friend, but it ended with a fight
Attempted to form a friendship, but it resulted in an argument or altercation.
I don't know why, and I don't know when
Uncertain about the reasons and timing of events.
But my keys have found a way to lock me out again
Feeling locked out again, symbolically or literally, due to misplaced or lost keys.
Sleeping on the subway in my interview tie
Sleeping in the subway while wearing clothing appropriate for a job interview.
Wander through the rain, sit and wonder why
Roaming aimlessly in the rain, pondering reasons or purposes.
I haven't got a plan, I haven't got a clue
Not having a definite plan or understanding of the situation.
I've only got one lonely thing that's gonna see me through
Having only one solitary thing that will support or accompany through difficulties.
I got my little black ache (What you got?)
Reiterating the possession of a persistent emotional pain or burden referred to as the "little black ache."
I got my little black ache (What you got?)
-I got my little black ache (What you got?)
-My little black ache won't fade
-Lovely little girl, crowded little place
Being in the company of a lovely girl within a crowded environment.
I swear on this old Bible that I've never seen her face
Asserting that despite claims, there is no recognition or knowledge of the girl.
She talks like I know what she's talking about
Girl talks as if I comprehend but in reality, I don’t.
Somewhere there's a door that's got to let me out
Belief that there must be an escape or solution somewhere.
Hello, sleepless soul I'm a'passing on the street
Greeting a restless soul encountered while walking on the street.
Know that like me you only rest on your feet
Recognizing similarity with someone who, like me, finds solace only while moving.
I know I had some friends, I can almost hear their names
Recalling having friends and almost recalling their names.
Now I got one lonely thing and no one left to blame
Being left with only one solitary thing and no one else to hold accountable.
I got my little black ache...
Reiterating possession of the persistent emotional pain or burden, the "little black ache."
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