Cinnamon Girls
Embracing Grief and Love: Cinnamon Girls' Poetic Journey
Lyrics
Take my love and take my heart
Expressing willingness to give both love and heart to someone.
I don't care if you don't love me
Indifference to the reciprocation of love, suggesting selflessness.
I went round washed up on shore
Metaphorically describing a personal journey or struggle.
The cinnamon girls they got me under
Feeling captivated or influenced by a group known as "cinnamon girls."
Break my spirit into shards
Describing emotional pain and vulnerability.
Running down fast on slow time Wednesdays
Reflecting on the passage of time with contrasting speed.
We can watch ghosts all day long
Suggesting a shared experience of observing intangible entities.
The cinnamon girls they make me lonely
Feeling a sense of isolation influenced by the "cinnamon girls."
Grief is love with nowhere to go
Repetition emphasizing the concept that grief is love without an outlet.
Grief is love with nowhere to go
-Grief is love with nowhere to go
-Grief is love with nowhere to go
-Travel well my good friend
Wishing a farewell to a dear friend.
A festival of angels guide you
Expressing hope for divine guidance and protection during a departure.
Your my favourite side by side
Affirming a special connection with someone, describing them as a favorite.
The butterscotch boys well they can do one
Dismissing or rejecting a group referred to as the "butterscotch boys."
Grief is love with nowhere to go
Reiteration of the idea that grief is a form of love with no direction.
Grief is love with nowhere to go
-Grief is love with nowhere to go
-Grief is love with nowhere to go
-Building me up and tearing me down
Describing a cycle of emotional build-up and breakdown.
Was that love that I found?
Pondering whether a past experience was indeed love.
Hand on my back guiding me on
-Was that love that I found?
-All you butterscotch boys and you cinnamon girls
Mentioning both "butterscotch boys" and "cinnamon girls" again.
All you butterscotch boys and you cinnamon girls
-Grief is love with nowhere to go
Reiteration of the central theme: grief as love without an outlet.
Grief is love with nowhere to go
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