No Country For Young Men
Navigating Desolation: Junior Brother's Tale of Urban Isolation
Lyrics
I sit alone no jobs for the bachelor
I am alone, unemployed, and unmarried.
Looking into rivers singin′ a swimming song
I contemplate life by rivers, singing a song about swimming.
I walk to school 8 years ended
I have attended school for eight years but still feel foolish.
Still a fool
Despite the education, I remain naive or inexperienced.
I am a weed, given no ground
I am like a weed, overlooked and not given a place to thrive.
I am a woman, born the wrong way 'round
I identify as a woman, but societal norms make me feel misplaced.
Underneath my feet, a city
Beneath me is a city, and it waits for something like a woman does.
Wait's like a woman
The city below is patient, resembling the patience of a woman.
House bare and empty guarded and barred
My home is empty and bare, guarded and isolated.
Stares through black eyeholes
It looks out with dark, foreboding eyes.
Can′t tell the goons from the guards
The distinction between enforcers and the guarded is unclear.
Can't tell the goons from the guards
The confusion persists—uncertain who is a threat and who is protecting.
Can't tell the goons from the guards
-Can′t tell the goons from the guards
-Can′t tell the goons from the guards
-Can't tell the goons from the guards
-Can′t tell the goons from the guards
-Can't tell the goons from the guards
-Can′t tell the goons from the guards
-Can't tell the goons
The difficulty in distinguishing between threats and protectors is emphasized.
From the guards!
-I am a weed, given no ground
I am like a weed, struggling for recognition and space.
I am a woman, born the wrong way ′round
My identity as a woman feels unconventional or misunderstood.
Underneath my feet, a city
Beneath me is the city, which continues to wait, echoing a woman's patience.
Wait's like a woman wait like a woman
The city's waiting is likened to a woman's patient waiting, emphasizing the analogy.
Wait like a woman wait like a woman
-Wait like a woman
-I sit alone no jobs for the bachelor
I am still alone, and there are no job opportunities for someone unmarried.
Looking into rivers singin' a swimming song
I continue to reflect by rivers, singing a song reminiscent of swimming.
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