sharon tate
Elegy for Sharon Tate: A Melancholic Reflection on Life's Turmoil
Lyrics
Thinking of you again sitting here at the movies
Reflecting on thoughts of Sharon Tate while sitting at the movies.
Magazines of your beautiful face on the wall
Seeing magazines featuring Sharon's beautiful face on the wall.
All you wanted to do was take care of your baby
Acknowledging Sharon's desire to care for her child.
Little dresses and shoes sitting there in the drawer
Noting the presence of baby dresses and shoes in a drawer.
I've been wishing that I could wake up somewhere different
Expressing a longing to wake up in a different place.
Such a shame that I can't visit you in the clouds
Regret that visiting Sharon in the afterlife (clouds) is impossible.
Where are all of the people supposed to escape to
Questioning where people can escape to when the world becomes too noisy.
When the noise of the world gets so awfully loud
Reflecting on the overwhelming noise in the world.
Dark people and places and serial killers
Mentioning dark aspects like people, places, and serial killers.
The war and destruction, a long endless winter
Highlighting themes of war, destruction, and an enduring winter.
When being an artist just feels like a real waste of time
Expressing the frustration when being an artist seems futile.
The sun in your eyes was just put out by lightning
Symbolizing a sudden end to optimism or brightness (sun put out by lightning).
The summer of love then had come to its end
Recalling the conclusion of the summer of love.
The new generation, a reaper on standby from birth
Commenting on a new generation with a metaphorical reaper from birth.
I've been dreaming about far off places with castles
Dreaming of distant places with castles and a princess resembling Sharon.
And a princess who happens to look just like you
Continuing the dream of an idyllic place.
Where the sun never sets and there's no wars or battles
Imagining a utopia where there is no sunset and no wars.
But i wake up again and there's nothing to do
Waking up to reality with nothing to do.
Dark people and places and serial killers
Reiterating the presence of dark elements like people, places, and serial killers.
The war and destruction, a long endless winter
Repeating themes of war, destruction, and an endless winter.
When being an artist just feels like a real waste of time
Reemphasizing the frustration when being an artist feels pointless.
The sun in your eyes was just put out by lightning
Reiterating the sudden end or darkness symbolized by lightning.
The summer of love then had come to its end
Recalling the end of the summer of love.
The new generation, a reaper on standby from birth
Reiterating the notion of a new generation with a symbolic reaper from birth.
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