11th Fret
Whispers of Illusions: Gord Downie's 11th Fret Revelry
Lyrics
So this is fucking off by degrees
Expressing a gradual departure or distancing from something.
And I suppose we turned out to be not-quite-Hawaii
Comparing the outcome to not meeting the expected ideal, like Hawaii.
But I can float back to sleep
Finding solace or escape in sleep, despite the situation.
Cause at least you're lying to me
Finding comfort in deception because it provides a sense of security.
Like music that dances from glowing apartments
Describing music that emanates from lit apartments, creating a vivid scene.
As shadows entwine into a creamy darkness
Depicting shadows mingling in a dark, sensual manner.
Like jewelry hung down from rich silhouettes
Imagining jewelry hanging from well-defined figures.
Portrays on the sidewalk where wetness reflects
Reflecting images on the sidewalk, influenced by wetness.
All the colors of evening and the onset of lights
Observing the colors of evening and the onset of lights.
Like the promise of nothing, sweet nothing, tonight.
Describing the emptiness of promises, emphasizing a lack of substance.
So this is enacting ecstasy
Describing an experience involving intense pleasure or excitement.
And I suppose we turned out to be bathroom graffiti
Comparing the outcome to being trivialized, like bathroom graffiti.
But I can float back to sleep
Finding solace or escape in sleep despite the situation.
Cause at least you're lying to me
Finding comfort in deception because it provides a sense of security.
Like shoveling hope into the infinite us til the world surges in yelling, 'this is a drug bust'
Describing the act of investing hope until an abrupt realization or disruption.
Might turn up the heat and make us into one person
Suggesting a desire for unity, but external forces may hinder it.
But then the temperature plunges
Anticipating a positive change that doesn't materialize, leading to a worsening situation.
And the predicament worsens
Highlighting a challenging situation that deteriorates further.
Til we're a fleck of new snow on the eyelash of a cow and we melt away, melt away,
Illustrating a fleeting and insignificant existence, akin to melting snow.
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