Land of Dying Homes

Wandering Through the Land of Dying Homes
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Lyrics

The sunrise spilled all her paint

The morning sun creates a colorful and vibrant scene.

All the houses start to move

Houses seem to be in motion or changing, possibly indicating a sense of instability or transformation.

People pooling on the streets

People are gathering on the streets, suggesting a communal or public setting.

I watch the murmurations

The speaker observes and contemplates the patterns of movement, possibly of birds or other elements.

Fly beside me on the wire

Murmurations, a synchronized flying pattern, accompany the speaker along a wire.

Free to roam where the please

Freedom to move without constraints.

And I, I, I'm stuck hanging around

The speaker feels trapped or stagnant, witnessing the passing of time.

Watching the world go by

An observer, the speaker watches the world's activities.

I, I, I'm stuck hanging around

Continued sense of being stuck or limited.

My childhood taken from me

The speaker reflects on a lost or disrupted childhood.

In the land of dying homes

Reference to a place characterized by deteriorating homes, possibly reflecting a broader societal decay.

I thought I could see the world

The speaker initially believed they could explore the world but faces obstacles or disillusionment.

Hey, come on kids, don't let

An encouragement to resist being bullied or oppressed.

All the punks push you around

A warning about the consequences of yielding to negative influences.

Or you'll end up just like me

The speaker suggests a cautionary tale, implying that succumbing to pressure may lead to a similar fate.

And I, I, I'm stuck hanging around

Reiteration of the speaker's feeling of being stuck or limited.

Watching the world go by

Continued observation of the passing world.

I, I, I'm stuck hanging around

Reiteration of the speaker's sense of being trapped or stagnant.

I, I, I'm stuck hanging around

Repetition of the feeling of being stuck, emphasizing the frustration or helplessness.

I, I, I'm stuck hanging around

Emphasis on the ongoing sense of being trapped or limited.

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