Return To The City Of Folded Arms
Journey to the City of Folded Arms: Embracing Nobodyness
Lyrics
Can't say that it's great to be back
Expressing mixed feelings about returning, possibly not finding it great.
When all the lavender in my back yard is either dull or black
Describing the colors of lavender in the back yard, symbolizing a lack of vibrancy or life.
Hole in the sky with my sun glasses on
Metaphorically describing a hole in the sky while wearing sunglasses, possibly alluding to a distorted perception.
Guess the only conclusion is in song
Suggesting that the only way to make sense of things is through music or songwriting.
Someone's gone never knew they were there
Reflecting on the absence of someone, realizing they were never truly known.
Hopeless with stuff like that, don't even know the smell of hair
Expressing a lack of awareness or understanding, even about simple things like the smell of hair.
Trying to find a positive space
Seeking a positive mindset or emotional state.
Pick up receiver and someone's father says:
Receiving a negative comment, possibly from a father figure, questioning self-worth.
"Can't you see you're nobody"
Quoting someone criticizing the speaker, emphasizing feelings of insignificance.
Such a sickened anti-grace when there's always someone,
Describing a negative atmosphere with a sense of anti-grace, surrounded by challenges or criticisms.
or something stingin' you in the face
Expressing the constant presence of obstacles or negative forces in life.
Black comedies always going too far and this one's
Commenting on the tendency of dark humor to go too far, causing frustration.
pushing me to burn this wretched guitar
Feeling compelled to destroy the guitar, possibly as an outlet for frustration or to break away.
Straight to the city of folded arms I can't be bothered
Expressing a lack of motivation or interest in going to a place where people are indifferent or unresponsive.
to siphon out it's charms
Choosing not to appreciate the charms or positive aspects of the city with folded arms.
Inanimate objects to communicate, strum up and down and it tells me that:
Using inanimate objects, like a guitar, to communicate emotions or frustrations.
"This is free, is it really, 'cause can't you see, you're nobody"
Quoting a message suggesting that being free doesn't matter because the speaker is perceived as nobody.
You're nobody
Reiterating the idea of insignificance, emphasizing that one is considered nobody.
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