Second Family Portrait
Journey Through Silent Echoes: Radical Face's Second Family Portrait
Lyrics
My life started slow in a town of idle minds
Describing the slow start of the narrator's life in a town where people are not very active or ambitious.
Our daydreams filled the space
Daydreams played a significant role in filling the gaps between simple dramas in the narrator's early life.
Between our simple drama
Highlighting the simplicity of the narrator's life and the conflicts that were not overly complex.
And my mom was strange
Introduction of the narrator's strange mother.
But she'd always liked to sew
Despite being strange, the mother enjoyed sewing, leaving a distinct smell on the narrator's clothes.
And all my clothes smelled like the
Continuation of the mother's influence on the narrator's life through sewing.
Room I was born in
The scent of the room where the narrator was born remains associated with their clothes.
My dad was calm
Description of the calm nature of the narrator's father, who used concise language.
Never used two words when one would do
Emphasizing the father's communication style, using fewer words when possible.
And my brother's hands
Description of the mischievous nature of the narrator's brother's hands.
Were mischief-bent with
Elaborating on the brother's tendency towards mischief without a desire to restrain it.
No will to stop 'em
Highlighting the lack of control over the brother's mischievous actions.
And on the whole we lived
Describing the family's simple and day-to-day way of living.
Simply and day to day
Life was straightforward, with trivial fears that faded away with each sunset.
Our fears were trivial
Emphasizing the insignificance of the family's fears, which dissipated with the end of each day.
They always died with every sunset
Continuation of the transient nature of their fears, disappearing regularly.
When I was twelve my affliction came to light
At twelve, the narrator's affliction became known, bringing challenges to light.
And I was told that some things I
A revelation that some things the narrator heard existed only in their mind.
Heard were only there in my head
The difficulty in distinguishing between real and imagined experiences.
But I couldn't tell which were
The narrator's struggle to differentiate between reality and illusion.
Real and which were not
The uncertainty about the authenticity of the narrator's perceptions.
And the question loomed over all I
A question looming over all the narrator did, involving trust in their own perceptions.
Did whether i could trust it
The challenge of trusting one's own thoughts and experiences.
And I guess over time it became too much
Over time, the burden became overwhelming, leading to the narrator's separation.
And I was sent away at my mom's
The narrator was sent away at their mother's request due to her growing fear.
Behest because she'd grown to fear me
The mother's increasing fear towards the narrator's condition.
Now I live up north in the
Currently residing up north in a house with broken individuals.
House full of broken heads
The house is filled with people facing their own challenges and difficulties.
And my father comes and visit's me
The father visits the narrator when financially feasible.
Whenever he can afford it
The father's visits are limited by financial constraints.
Sometimes at night when the voices quiet down
During quiet nights, the narrator finds hope that they are missed.
I find a hope that I'm missed
A glimmer of hope that the narrator is not forgotten despite their challenges.
And that they haven't forgot me
The narrator's yearning for a sense of belonging and recognition.
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