Lyrics
Slowly, the albatross comes down.
Slowly, the albatross descends.
And witless, his body meets the ground.
Helpless, his body meets the ground.
And like him I find peace,
Similar to the albatross, finding peace.
Like him I get release,
Also like the albatross, experiencing release.
As the bastard son of all that's turned out wrong.
Identifying with the negative outcomes of life, portraying oneself as a product of all that has gone wrong.
Well, you've got a lot to tease me about,
Acknowledging personal flaws and imperfections.
well, I'm just lucky, I guess.
Expressing gratitude for luck despite challenges.
Ain't nobody talkin' bout the clothes I've been wearin',
Indifference to criticism about appearance.
Well, take it from me I've been blessed.
Asserting being blessed despite external judgments.
And I've seen the desolation all their attention brings.
Observing the negative consequences of attention and fame.
And I learned my lesson at the back of the classroom.
Learning a lesson, possibly from negative experiences in the past.
If your voice is a loud one, try not to say anything.
Cautioning against speaking without substance, especially if one's voice is influential.
So won't you please be gentle with this one, He's meek and he's meek and he's mild, messianic child. Can't you see he's hopelessly bold, he's bought and he's sold, And there's more than he's told.
Pleading for gentleness towards someone meek, mild, and possibly visionary. Highlighting complexities in their character and experiences.
And when everything turns out wrong, He knows it'll be alright. I'm the bastard son of all that's wrong.
Despite adversity, expressing confidence that things will be alright in the end. Reiterating identification as a product of all that's wrong.
And I've seen the desolation all their attention brings.
Repeating the negative impact of attention and fame.
And I learned my lesson at the back of the classroom.
Reinforcing the lesson of being cautious with a powerful voice.
If your voice is a loud one, you'll never stop screaming.
Stressing the incessant nature of screaming if one has a loud voice.
Well there's been so many days you have shouted it down to them, Searching the ground for a good place to land again. And you've been drifing in the meantime, Aching in the meantime. You know we albatross are made to fly not land... You know we albatross are made to fly not land... You know we albatross are made to fly not land... And you'll never stop screaming.
Reflecting on persistent struggles, searching for a place to belong. Emphasizing the inherent nature of an albatross to fly, not land. The repetition underscores the theme of perpetual challenges.
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