Unearthed Motion

Midnight Reflections: Unveiling the Hidden Emotions in San Huan's 'Unearthed Motion'
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Lyrics

I made it, body past midnight

I successfully navigated through a challenging situation, with my body experiencing the late hours of the night.

Menthols in the cold, the high life

Smoking menthol cigarettes in the cold, embracing a luxurious or indulgent lifestyle.

In every section you peeled off to go home

In various situations, you departed to return home, and I am the final person providing guidance.

And I'm the last one to guide

Assuming a leadership or guiding role at the end of an experience.


I'm speaking quietly to myself

Speaking softly to oneself, possibly reflecting or contemplating.

With you up on my shelf

Keeping a representation of you on a shelf, possibly a figurative or symbolic space.

And drawing a little match

Igniting a small match, suggesting a subtle or delicate action.

And I'm still stuck in the same routines

Stuck in repetitive and unchanged patterns of behavior.


Two aisles, one is down

Describing a scene with two paths, one of which is no longer accessible. Recalling a past where roles were defined.

I once was president and you were the class clown

Referencing a previous status where the speaker held a significant position, contrasting with someone seen as humorous or carefree.

I must've believed I was going to succeed

Expressing a belief in personal success that eventually proved false.

But then something made me shrivel up and shut down

Experiencing a moment of discouragement or failure that led to withdrawal and closure.


Bright calm of the streetlight

Describing the serene brightness of a streetlight.

You bury me

Feeling overwhelmed or overshadowed by something, as if being buried.

Am I supposed to feel a rush of relief

Questioning whether relief should be felt in a particular situation.


Unearthed motion fell to bricks

Expressing a sudden and profound change or realization, likened to motion being uncovered.

I caught a glimpse of what I was wasting

Glimpsing the value or significance of what was previously wasted or overlooked.

What I, what I was wasting, what, what, what

Reiterating the realization of what was wasted, emphasizing the impact.


In the heat of the night

In the midst of a challenging situation or experience during the night.

Verifying facts and lies

Confirming the accuracy of information while grappling with truths and falsehoods.

Turn it over in my mind

Continuously contemplating and reflecting on thoughts.

Disintegrating in the light

Breaking down or disintegrating when exposed to light.

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