Newland Street

Navigating Desolation: Jack R. Reilly's Newland Street Revelations
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Lyrics

My skull is completely empty,

Expressing a feeling of emptiness or lack of thoughts in the speaker's mind.

Dress in black, up the back

Describing the speaker's attire in black, suggesting a somber or mournful mood.

Of the bus.

Location of the speaker, at the back of the bus.

I'm writing out my jealousy,

Writing about feelings of jealousy, possibly as a form of catharsis.

And for a moment it takes the wind out of my sales

Despite expressing jealousy, writing provides temporary relief from emotional turmoil.

And the cold is biting my lips

The weather is cold, physically affecting the speaker.

My hands dive in to their pockets

Putting hands in pockets, a gesture reflecting discomfort or unease.


Running to the interchange,

Describing a rush towards an interchange, indicating urgency or anxiety.

Hoping that the gates don't close,

Concern about gates closing, possibly metaphorical for missed opportunities.

Before I get there.

Expressing a fear of being left behind or missing out.

And I think that I used to be this lost.

Reflecting on a past state of being lost or confused.

But now I have a map,

Having a map, a potential solution or guide to navigate life.

But it's useless,

Deeming the map useless, suggesting a lack of guidance or clarity.

With my sense of direction,

Highlighting a deficiency in the speaker's sense of direction.

And my lack of perspective.

Emphasizing a lack of perspective, possibly hindering personal growth or understanding.


I've been holding on,

Expressing a struggle to hold onto something that is barely present or tangible.

To what's barely even there.

Suggesting a tenuous connection or attachment that is fading.

A whisper from a ghost,

Describing a faint communication, possibly from a distant or forgotten source.

A stranger's life to bare.

Referring to the burden of experiencing someone else's life as a stranger.


And the cold is biting my lips,

Reiteration of the physical discomfort caused by the cold weather.

My hands dive in to their pockets,

Repeating the gesture of hands in pockets, reinforcing a sense of unease.

With no sense of direction

Highlighting a continued lack of direction in the speaker's life.

And a complete lack of perspective.

Emphasizing a complete absence of perspective, indicating a profound challenge in understanding.

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