The Lines of My Earth
Harvest of Silence: Unveiling the Fragility of Earth
Lyrics
The lines of my earth, so brittle, unfertile, and ready to die
The speaker describes their life as fragile, unproductive, and on the verge of collapse.
I need a drink, but the well has run dry
The speaker feels emotionally drained or exhausted and seeks solace, but there's no relief available.
And we in the habit of saying the same things all over again
Expressing a sense of monotony, the speaker and others repeatedly say the same things without progress.
For the money we shall make
Reference to pursuing financial gain as a motivation for repetitive actions or speech.
This is the last song that I write
The speaker declares this as their final song, pending a change in emotion or circumstance.
'Til you tell me otherwise
The continuation of songwriting depends on external influence, specifically waiting for a signal from someone else.
And it's because I just don't feel it
The speaker acknowledges a lack of emotional connection or inspiration for creating music.
This is the las song that I write
Reiteration of the finality of the current song until an external factor prompts a change.
'Til you tell me other wise
Continuation of the theme, emphasizing dependence on external feedback to revive creativity.
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore
The speaker clarifies the lack of emotional engagement, reinforcing the decision to stop creating.
It should be our time
Expressing a desire for a positive change in the current situation, indicating it should be a fruitful period.
This fertile youth's black soil is ready for rain
The speaker metaphorically describes a state of readiness for positive growth, akin to fertile soil.
The harvest is high, but the well has gone dry
Despite potential, the resources needed for growth are depleted, hindering progress.
And they in the habit of saying the same things all over again
Similar to line 3, there's frustration with repeating unproductive behaviors or statements.
About the money we shall make
Reiteration of pursuing financial success as a common theme, possibly highlighting its futility.
This is the last song that I write
Reiteration of the finality of the current song, mirroring lines 9 and 10.
'Til you tell me otherwise
Continuation of the theme, emphasizing dependence on external feedback to revive creativity.
And it's because I just don't feel it
The speaker reiterates the lack of emotional connection or inspiration for creating music.
This is the last song that I write
Reiteration of the finality of the current song until an external factor prompts a change.
'Til you tell me otherwise
Continuation of the theme, emphasizing dependence on external feedback to revive creativity.
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore
The speaker reiterates the lack of emotional engagement, reinforcing the decision to stop creating.
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