All My Real Friends
Echoes of Resentment: Unveiling the Layers in High Holy Days' All My Real Friends
Lyrics
See, believe, forget me
The speaker urges to witness, believe in their existence, and then be forgotten.
My playful thoughts contrive
The speaker's playful thoughts create ideas or scenarios.
Nights concede to reckless
Nights give way to impulsive or unrestrained versions of the speaker.
Versions of myself
The various facets or personas of the speaker.
All my real friends gather
The speaker's genuine friends assemble together.
Stay my wanting for a shield
They act as a defense or protection against the speaker's desires.
I can't see you real
The inability of the speaker to perceive someone authentically.
All I hate and all I fear
The speaker confronts their dislikes and fears, connecting them back to someone.
I bring it back to you, do you feel it
They question if the other person feels the emotional connection or impact.
The night is gone and all we get
Despite the passing of time (night), all they obtain is a memory (picture) that fades.
A picture for a poem, and we lose her
A reference to a lost female figure and the inability to hold onto her.
alleged talk and I can't stop
There's continuous chatter or conversation that the speaker cannot control.
I'm falling through the gates of resentment
The speaker feels themselves descending into a state of bitterness or anger.
Mine is sworn to think
The speaker's mind is committed to a particular thought process.
In contrast of what we really are
Comparing what's perceived versus the genuine nature of something or someone.
Please, hiding thoughts
Request to conceal or keep hidden certain thoughts or feelings.
Life is lost
A sense of despair or feeling that life is wasted or meaningless.
My turn at hope transpires
The speaker's hope surfaces during their turn or opportunity.
All my real friends gather
A repetition emphasizing the gathering of the speaker's genuine friends.
For their chances to receive
They come together to seize their opportunities or moments.
I can't see you real
Similar to line #8, an inability to perceive someone authentically.
CHORUS
Chorus - Repeat of the chorus line.
Bad news on the doorstep
Receiving unpleasant or distressing information at one's doorstep.
I want to put it away
The desire to disregard or put away the distressing news.
And I feel like I'm hopeless lost
Feeling entirely lost and without hope in a hostile environment.
In this hostile space
Suggesting a struggle or feeling trapped in an unwelcoming or adversarial setting.
Real words escape me, I can't name it
The speaker is unable to articulate genuine emotions or thoughts.
CHORUS
Chorus - Repeat of the chorus line.
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