Lake Drive
Scrambling Life: A Deep Dive into Existential Chaos by Glenn Richards
Lyrics
It’s a scrambling kind of life,
Life is chaotic and unpredictable.
it could finish any time,
Life's uncertainties could end abruptly.
of hard to locate station, a flickering picture kind
Describes a challenging and unstable situation, unclear and flickering like a distorted image.
of over supply of days, then always exhausted time,
Days seem abundant but are always tiring.
of ambient desperation, a keening wave of sine.
Ambient desperation and a sorrowful wave of sound.
And really baby really, that would probably be fine,
Acceptance that life's uncertainty might be okay.
Never sure if what I thought, was a clambering up, a climb
Uncertainty about whether efforts lead to progress or decline.
wasn’t a pivot down, wasn’t
Uncertainty about the direction of one's actions.
a slow decline,
Life may involve a gradual decline.
When you’re always scrambling you’re always digging
Constant struggle involves digging into challenging situations.
down into the hungry lime.
Metaphorically descending into difficulty.
The deep moronic base,
Refers to a deep, foolish foundation.
The ruthless icing on the cake,
The unpleasant aspects enhance the overall negative experience.
the puling soggy centre,
The core of the problem is wet and unappealing.
makes for sentimental paste.
Creates an emotional and sentimental mixture.
Profane geography does the range of dividing make -
Profanity in geography symbolizes divisive influences.
I couldn’t mander the gerry,
Unable to understand and navigate confusion.
I drove my car into the lake.
An extreme action, possibly self-destructive, driving a car into a lake.
Nothing made sense anymore…(not that it ever did)
A general sense of confusion and meaninglessness.
Nothing makes sense anymore…(not that it ever will)
Emphasizes the perpetual lack of clarity in life.
A little early in the piece
Too early to detach from reality.
To be from my senses released,
Green may symbolize inexperience or naivety.
A little green for a critical break,
A slight indication of a critical moment.
Still, I drove my car into the lake.
Repetition of the extreme action, driving into a lake.
When you’re not dying you’re not dying, you’re not really living not really,
Reflection on the paradox of life—neither truly alive nor dying.
the thing you reach out to touch it isn’t much, it’s touchy feely.
Reality lacks substance and depth.
It’s a scrambling kind of life, a spanning of barely par,
Life is chaotic and barely satisfactory.
A scrambling life that isn’t? Well they rarely are.
Acknowledges the typical chaos of life.
Heaven has always been on earth, it’s for the bankers and killers,
Heaven, symbolically, is for powerful and ruthless individuals.
magnum daddies and their pretties, mercenary gorillas.
Highlighting the negative aspects of power and influence.
It isn’t for me anymore…(not that it ever was)
Rejecting the notion of heaven for oneself.
It’s all just a little bit fake, so I drive my car into the lake…
Life feels artificial, prompting the extreme act of driving into a lake.
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