Lyrics
Once I was made beautiful in the light of an hour
Once, there was a time when I appeared beautiful under a certain light or circumstance.
But this year, I'm just a meal laid out for August to devour
This year, I feel like I'm just something to be consumed or destroyed by the relentless nature of August.
So, quick, let's go, it's time for a ride
Let's hurry and embark on a journey or adventure.
The future's yours, no, wait, I lied
The future might seem like it belongs to you, but in reality, that's not the case.
It is not yours; it is a replica of scattered ash and the road the rain's on
The future isn't yours; it's a mere imitation of scattered remnants and the path that rain follows.
What road?
Rhetorical questioning about the path or direction to take, repeated for emphasis or uncertainty.
What road?
-What road?
-What road?
-Able, willing, ready, fuck the spiral jetty
Feeling capable and ready to disregard conventional art (referencing Spiral Jetty by Robert Smithson).
Tonight we work large, we aim high
Today, we're aiming for something significant, thinking big.
Pillars stare at a sky designed to come down upon everyone at once
Pillars stand tall, observing a sky that seems destined to collapse upon everyone simultaneously.
So, quick, let's go, it's time for a ride
Similar to earlier lines, urging a quick departure for a journey, followed by a contradiction about the ownership of the future.
The future's yours— no, wait, I lied
-It is not yours; it is a replica of scattered ash and the road the rain's on
-What road?
Repetition of questioning about the path or direction, emphasizing uncertainty or confusion.
What road?
-What road?
-What road?
-I'd been working on some open-ended shit
Describing a search for something undefined or ambiguous, referencing rejection and indifference.
I was looking for an in and that was it
-Back at the recital, signs remain vital
-A statue is stone which rejects its own pulse
-You heart's fair, your heart's square, your heart's not even there
-Wasting shore leave on the girls from Point St. Claire
-There is a light and it goes out, oh
A moment of realization or acknowledgment of a light fading away or extinguishing.
A touch of classicism in the night
Repetition of a desire for a particular response or reaction, indicating an acknowledgment of wanting someone despite their resistance.
Your backlash was right where I wanted you
-Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
-A touch of classicism in the night
-Your backlash was right where I wanted you
-Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
-A touch of classicism in the night
-Your backlash was right where I wanted you
-Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
-Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
-Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
-Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
-Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
Continued emphasis on the desire for someone, repeated for emphasis and to convey intense longing.
Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
-Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
-Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
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