Shallow Crystals

Fragments of Broken Dreams: Unraveling the Impact of Maternal Influence
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Lyrics

Her life gets smaller in his eyes

Her significance diminishes in his perception.

And he wonders if he thinks he should cry

He questions if he should express his emotions, perhaps feeling detached.

Oh mother the colour's gone and left your hair

A reference to aging or loss of vitality.

And he wonders if he thinks he should care

He ponders whether he ought to care about the changes.

She told him how to play a guitar

She instructed him in musical pursuits.

She told him how to be a star

She guided him toward fame.

But mother were you really there

An inquiry about her actual presence during his upbringing.


My friend don't speak he's such a mixed up boy

A description of a troubled friend who remains silent.

I wonder if she sold him his toys

Suggesting the friend's possessions were influenced by someone else.

A kiss on the cheek a conversation decoy

Physical affection and conversation as distractions.

In his cute little corduroys

Describing the friend's attire.

Oh she taught him how to win the game

She taught him strategies for success.

She taught him everything is your name

Emphasizing her influence on his identity.

Oh mother did you have to destroy

Expressing regret for potential harm caused by the mother.

Mother if you really cared

Questioning the mother's genuine care.

You'd talk to him cry for him

If she truly cared, she would communicate and empathize.

All you every did was dream

Implying the mother lived in a dream rather than reality.

All you ever said was be cool be cool be cool

Repetition of advice from the mother, suggesting its insufficiency.

And I think you made a mess of his life

Blaming the mother for disruptions in his life.

And I think he made a mess of your life

Reciprocal blame between mother and son.

And I think it made a mess of my life

Indicating personal distress due to the situation.


Mother if you really cared

You'd talk to him cry for him

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All you every did was dream

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All you ever said was be cool be cool be cool

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And I think you made a mess of her life

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And I think she made a mess of your life

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And I think it made a mess of my life

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I think you made a mess of my life

Reiteration of feeling negatively affected by the mother's actions.

I think you made a mess of my life

Personal attribution of life's mess to the mother's actions.

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