Don't Wait Up
Journey of a Troubled Pen: Dean Omori's Poetic Odyssey
Lyrics
Shot of Geisha coffee and say goodnight
Having a shot of Geisha coffee and saying goodnight.
Take my pen begin to write
Starting to write with a pen.
And from a Paris hotel
From a hotel in Paris, searching for someone.
I was looking for you
Expressing the search for someone in Berlin.
Told my Mama oh don't wait up
Telling one's mother not to wait up, implying a night of writing.
The writer's life is a bottomless cup
Describing the writer's life as endlessly consuming.
And I'm never goin' home from the heroin view
Commitment to a perspective influenced by heroin.
Slept all day lovers come
Spending the day sleeping, interrupted by lovers.
Dragged me away from where realities from
Being taken away from reality by lovers.
And the typewriter in the 'corner's calling my name
The typewriter in the corner symbolically calling the writer.
I dream about night that's how it goes
Dreaming about nights, reflective of the creative process.
From the Berlin street hungry angel blows
An angelic figure in need, possibly a muse.
And I sold my mind to be a creature of pain
Choosing a life of pain and sacrifice for art.
The puff dancers come smile is on
Referencing dancers with a smile in a nightclub setting.
The back room boys got a rhythm all night long
Back room boys creating rhythm, possibly referring to the music industry.
Been writing about equal rights and not feminism
Writing about equal rights but distancing from feminism.
From the top of the world I'm shouting down
Shouting down from the top of the world.
From the bottom of the world I wear a crown
Wearing a crown while at the bottom of the world.
I told me brother I'd be living my life like Anais Nin
Committing to live a life akin to Anais Nin, a writer known for her unconventional lifestyle.
My blood is heavy it fills the air
Blood being heavy in the air, possibly symbolic of intensity.
Into a broken boulevard I disappear
Disappearing into a broken boulevard, possibly facing personal challenges.
And if you listen to the night you can hear a woman moan
Suggesting a dark and sensual atmosphere at night.
Sycophantic villains flick out the light
Critiquing insincere flattery that extinguishes authenticity.
I'm living the life of a character I used to write
Living the life of a character previously written about.
And it'll drive you crazy the years of writing alone
Highlighting the challenging and isolating nature of writing alone for years.
Shout out to the devil oh here I come
Referencing a rebellious or daring attitude towards societal norms.
No direction home once its begun
Being on a journey with no fixed destination.
I'm living on the corner of a wasted avenue
Living on a corner of an unproductive or wasted avenue.
Blood bubble whiskey and Martha's sweetened gin
Reference to alcohol and its effects.
Slept in a church of my confessioning
Sleeping in a confessional space, possibly hinting at guilt or conflict.
I believe my heart is still holding on to you
Believing that the heart is still connected to someone.
Took a car pull the top down
Taking a car ride with no audible conversation.
Young woman beside me but there's no sound
Expressing the equivalence of physical beauty and soul.
I told her beautiful body god's the same thing as your soul
Feeling emotional and expressing vulnerability.
I'm feeling emotional oh let me weep
Being alone in an apartment, experiencing deep sadness.
Apartment silent I cry myself to sleep
Dreaming about the creative process and the internal conflict of originality.
And I dreamt it again last night everything I wrote I stole
Calling out to a lover to wake up and facing the loss of soul and love.
Hey little lover why don't you wake up
Growling in the shadows like a desperate and inexpensive person.
Bagged my soul and I lost my love
Selling a part of oneself for both pleasure and pain.
Growling in the shadows like a hungry two dollar whore
Reference to a self-destructive path and degradation.
I sold my arm for pleasure and pain
Selling out for pleasure and pain, possibly referencing drug use.
Take that damned old rattler again
Returning to a destructive lifestyle.
This junky's a writer on a one way ticket to the bathroom floor
Describing a writer caught in a cycle of addiction.
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