Mama Taught Me Better
Mama's Lessons: Unveiling the Silent Struggles in Black Rebel Motorcycle Club's Anthem
Lyrics
Can you scream the words I could never hear
Expressing a desire for someone to vocalize the unspoken words.
Can you feel the silence begin to tear
Sensing the emergence of silence that has the potential to cause disturbance.
But it just takes so much to make it real that it hardly matters
Highlighting the challenge of making reality substantial, with an acknowledgment that the effort may seem insignificant.
And if you could see inside yourself your world would shatter
Imagining the impact of gaining insight into one's true self, anticipating a shattering revelation.
My mama taught me better than that, don't play with angels
Recalling maternal guidance to avoid engaging with entities considered celestial or pure.
If my lost soul could be given back it would be fatal
Contemplating the consequences of regaining a lost soul, suggesting it would be dangerously irreversible.
Can you see a world you have never felt
Prompting the listener to envision an unfamiliar world beyond their experiences.
When you sleep the nightmare becomes yourself
Linking nightmares to self-discovery during sleep, emphasizing the transformative nature of the experience.
But it just takes so much to make you sick when your heart's a bullet
Stating the difficulty in making someone unwell when their emotional state is akin to a projectile.
But if you could fill some lead in me you would pass through it
Imagining the potential impact of infusing oneself with emotional "lead," suggesting a transformative effect.
My Mama taught me better than that, don't play with angels
Reiterating maternal advice against interacting with celestial beings, reinforcing caution.
If my lost soul could be given back it would be fatal
Reaffirming the hazardous nature of reclaiming a lost soul, underscoring the irreversibility and danger.
Your soul keeps liftin' away
Noting the departure of one's soul, possibly indicating a sense of detachment or spiritual separation.
My world keeps turnin'
Acknowledging the ongoing cycle of life despite personal struggles or challenges.
And it brings me down, yeah it brings me down
Expressing a feeling of being brought down by circumstances, possibly related to the departing soul.
Oh you're so afflicted
Describing a state of affliction or suffering experienced by the subject.
Your love keeps burnin'
Highlighting the persistence of love amid difficulties, even though it contributes to a sense of being brought down.
But it brings me down, yeah it brings me down
Reiterating the impact of circumstances bringing the individual down despite the enduring nature of love.
Can you scream the words I could never hear
Echoing the initial desire for vocalized expression, repeating the theme of unspoken words.
When you speak the silence begins to tear
Pointing to the disruptive nature of silence when spoken, suggesting a potential unraveling effect.
But it just takes so much to make you sick when your heart's a bullet
Reiterating the challenge of causing distress when emotions are akin to a penetrating projectile.
But if you could reach the edge in me, you won't break through it
Imagining the potential resilience to emotional impact, suggesting an impenetrable emotional edge.
My mama taught me better than that, don't play with angels
Recalling maternal advice against interacting with celestial beings, maintaining a theme of caution.
If my lost soul could be given back it would be fatal
Reiterating the perilous consequences of reclaiming a lost soul, emphasizing the fatality of such an action.
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