Impractical Machine
Lost Identity in Urban Symphony
Lyrics
If this city never sleeps, then i guess it never dreams
If the city is always active, it may lack moments of imagination or introspection.
Says the hipster to me, while up above
A hipster comments while the city is bustling above.
Eight million rise and feed the impractical machine
Eight million people contribute to a machine that seems impractical, driven by love, death, and routine.
Love and death and routine
The core elements shaping life: love, death, and everyday patterns.
And soon enough everybody's up and on their way
Everyone is getting up and moving on, leaving the speaker behind.
And leaving me behind
The speaker is left behind, feeling half as far and twice the time, with an undefined purpose.
I'm half as far in twice the time, undefined
A sense of disorientation and uncertainty in the speaker's position.
And if i never know my name
If the speaker remains nameless, there is no one else to blame.
Well i got no one else to blame
The speaker acknowledges responsibility for their situation.
Lost my ticket for the train
Loss of direction, symbolized by a lost train ticket.
So tell me where do i go now?
The speaker seeks guidance on where to go next.
I'm just wandering around
A state of aimless wandering without a clear purpose.
Gaining space and losing ground
Moving through space but not making progress; a paradoxical situation.
Profound and shallow
Contrasting depth and superficiality in experiences.
Profound and shallow
Repetition emphasizes the dual nature of profound and shallow experiences.
Now if you catch your tail
Reflection on the outcome of pursuing one's desires, using catching the tail as a metaphor.
Did you win or did you fail?
Questioning success or failure in achieving personal goals.
Ask the prophets o'er the rails, as for me
Consulting prophets for guidance, highlighting uncertainty.
I think i understand
The speaker believes they comprehend something amid confusion.
Something's slipping through my hands
A sense of loss and realization that certain demands or expectations are slipping away.
Lost my list of demands and now i see
The speaker recognizes a lack of clarity in their aspirations.
It's the one way out the only choice
The only way out is a singular choice, suggesting limited options.
The reason for it all:
The purpose of life is to aspire to greater heights and learn from the experience of falling.
We long to fly and learn to fall
The essence of human existence involves yearning for flight and embracing the risk of failure.
And if i never know my name
Repetition of the theme of not knowing one's identity.
Well i got no one else to blame
The speaker takes responsibility for their lack of self-awareness.
Lost my ticket for the train
Symbolic loss of the means of progression, represented by a lost train ticket.
So tell me where do i go now?
Seeking guidance on the next steps in the journey.
I'm just wandering around
A sense of aimless wandering without a clear purpose.
Gaining space and losing ground
Moving through space without making significant progress.
Profound and shallow
Reiterating the coexistence of depth and superficiality in experiences.
Profound and shallow
Emphasizing the dual nature of profound and shallow experiences.
And if i never know my name
Repetition of the theme of not knowing one's identity.
Well i got no one else to blame
The speaker acknowledges responsibility for their lack of self-awareness.
Lost my ticket for the train
Symbolic loss of the means of progression, represented by a lost train ticket.
So tell me where do i go now?
Seeking guidance on the next steps in the journey.
I'm just wandering around
A state of aimless wandering without a clear purpose.
Gaining space and losing ground
Moving through space without making significant progress.
Profound and shallow
Reiterating the coexistence of depth and superficiality in experiences.
Profound and shallow
Emphasizing the dual nature of profound and shallow experiences.
Profound and shallow
Repetition for emphasis on the contrast between profound and shallow aspects of life.
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