Bracing for Sunday

Friday Night Revelations: Embracing the Shadows of Bracing for Sunday
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Lyrics

I dropped my gloves into the stove

Symbolic action of discarding protection or defense (gloves) into a heated, destructive environment (stove).

Hymns echoed out the grate

Religious songs or chants resonating from a confined space, possibly signifying a spiritual presence or influence.

I fell in love with those electric lights

Admiration for and attachment to the allure of urban lights, drawing the speaker towards the city.

That drug me into town so late

The captivating nature of the city's lights leading the speaker into town during the late hours of the night.


To nimble, cunning, clever nights

A portrayal of nights characterized by agility, skill, and intelligence, which the speaker follows passionately, being authorized or assigned a role.

I railed behind them, deputized

The speaker fervently supports or champions these nights, possibly symbolizing an alignment with a particular lifestyle or ethos.

To scrape the lens of Christian eyes,

Tasked with clearing or altering the perspective of people adhering strictly to Christian beliefs.


I'm a Friday night girl

Self-identification as someone who thrives on Friday nights, anticipating the imminent arrival of Sunday.

Bracing for Sunday to come

Anticipating or preparing mentally for the arrival of Sunday, possibly denoting a day of reckoning, judgment, or reflection.


I only ever held one love,

The speaker had only one love interest, named Mary Anne.

Her name was Mary Anne

Reference to the death of Mary Anne due to childbirth, implying a tragic event.

She died having a child by her brother

A startling revelation that Mary Anne's child was fathered by her brother, suggesting a disturbing family dynamic.

He died because I murdered him.

The speaker admits to murdering Mary Anne's brother, leading to his demise.


I shot him through his jelly eye

A violent act of shooting Mary Anne's brother in his eye, resulting in the speaker assuming control over his life.

And I won myself his wicked life,

The speaker claims victory over the brother's life after his death.

Now I thread-the-needle waltz through mine,

The speaker now navigates their life with precision and grace, akin to a meticulous dance.


I'm a Friday night girl

Restating the identification as someone who enjoys Friday nights, preparing for the forthcoming Sunday.

Bracing for Sunday to come.

Continuing to brace mentally or emotionally for the impending Sunday.


Emptied onto shifting sheets,

Feelings of being poured out or emptied onto uncertain and unstable circumstances.

Staring rosary holes in my ceiling,

The act of staring at the ceiling, possibly depicting a longing or contemplation through religious imagery (rosary holes).

Waiting for my purpose to deliver,

Awaiting a sense of direction or a significant purpose to manifest in the speaker's life.

And reveal itself to me

Hopeful anticipation for a revelation or realization about the speaker's life's meaning or direction.

But all I hear are subway trains

The dominant sound or distraction of subway trains interfering with the speaker's contemplation or thought process.

Bang against their bedrock lanes

Metaphorically likening the clashes or struggles in life to the impact of trains against their designated paths.

So I bang a little too...

Responding impulsively or forcefully due to the disturbance caused, mirroring the subway's impact.


I'm a Friday night girl

A repetition of identifying with the lifestyle or anticipation of Friday nights and the pending arrival of Sunday.

Bracing for Sunday to come

Continued preparation or readiness for the imminent arrival of Sunday.

Bracing for Sunday to come.

Reiteration of emotionally preparing for the forthcoming Sunday.

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