Parallel Lines
Echoes of Time: Unveiling the Hidden Stories in Dear and the Headlights' 'Parallel Lines'
Lyrics
There's no sound, no one around
Desolation and emptiness, absence of activity or noise.
Half the sun's gone underground
Reference to sunset or an ending, symbolic of a decline.
All the dead still hold their heads
Deceased individuals still carry the weight of their troubles.
But their old weeping won't resound
Past sorrows linger without making an impact.
As we drag our western talks
Moving through historical conversations or conflicts.
Down thousand year old blocks
Navigating through enduring structures of the past.
Vesuvius looks ashamed
Symbolic shame of a powerful force losing control.
That he ever lost his mind
Metaphorical reference to Vesuvius's eruption and chaos.
And that people now spend time excavating his rage
Modern fascination with historical anger and turmoil.
Kiss my mouth, leave me no doubts
A call for a definitive expression of love and commitment.
With antiquated gestures now
Using outdated actions to convey feelings.
There's no sound, no one around
Reiteration of emptiness and solitude.
That lurid moon in peeking out
The moon, often associated with mystery, emerging.
And your steps they seem to rhyme
Synced footsteps suggesting harmony and connection.
So perfectly with mine
Unity and alignment as they traverse historic places.
As we pass through ancient gates
Passing through significant, perhaps challenging, phases.
And I'm whistling at stray dogs
A casual interaction with challenges or uncertainties.
And you're laughing on my arm
Joyful companionship in the face of uncertainties.
Just waiting for the train
Awaiting something significant, perhaps symbolic.
Out by parallel lines I try to make sense
Attempting to understand a mysterious, pulsating sensation.
Of that strange pulsing there in my wrist
An internal struggle or emotion not easily comprehended.
But you don't bother to guess
Unconcerned about deciphering complexities.
You're not confused to be blessed
Acknowledging and appreciating one's fortunate existence.
You're just smiling so thankful to exist
A contented, grateful smile for the gift of life.
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