Meloncholera
Melancholic Symphony: Unraveling Depths of Guilt and Love
Lyrics
And all in all I’m still a semaphore
Describing oneself as a signaling system, possibly conveying a sense of being expressive or communicative.
Any more hours left in bed, well I’ll take them all
Willing to spend every available moment in bed, emphasizing a desire for rest or escape.
Now to signify another month
Symbolizing the passage of time, marking the start of a new month.
So buried deep in guilt, yet so oddly out for blood
Feeling burdened by guilt but also driven by a desire for revenge or retribution.
And like an age old plot
Comparing a situation to a classic plot or storyline that has endured through ages.
Cognate the catholic church
Drawing a connection to the Catholic Church, possibly suggesting a complex relationship or involvement.
I'm found buried in her simony
Being deeply immersed or involved in her deceitful practices or corruption.
They throw stones
Facing criticism or judgment from others.
I bury bones
Engaging in secretive or questionable activities, burying evidence of one's actions.
Just to pick them back up again
Taking actions only to reverse them shortly afterward.
Just to dig them back up again
Repeating a cycle of digging up and burying bones, possibly symbolizing past mistakes or regrets.
You’ve got my hands tied
Feeling restricted or constrained by external factors.
I’m not your catholic thrill
Rejecting the role of being a thrilling or exciting figure in a Catholic context.
Only your lover
Claiming the identity of a lover, distinct from other roles.
But in skin like sheets like sheep we’d sleep
Describing an intimate connection, possibly with vulnerability likened to sheep and sheets.
But my slumber’s gone for far too long
Expressing a loss of peaceful rest for an extended period.
Well held in holy arms
Being embraced or supported in a sacred or holy manner.
And that 'blas-famous' tongue
Referring to a tongue that is infamous for blasphemy or irreverence.
Has found a space just well too placed on my neck
Describing a provocative or unsettling presence around the neck.
Aged with summer warmth but now its fall
Transitioning from the warmth of summer to the coolness of fall, possibly indicating a change in emotions or circumstances.
Clipping feathers, glue together, just to stay afloat
Using creative efforts to maintain stability or avoid sinking metaphorically.
I’m shooting blindly in a dovecote
Taking random or unfocused actions with uncertain outcomes.
All to be alone
Expressing a desire or choice to be alone.
Clipping feathers, glue together, just to stay afloat
Repeating the theme of using creative efforts to stay afloat.
I’m shooting blindly in a dovecote
Continuing the theme of blind actions to avoid loneliness.
All to be alone
Reiterating the desire or acceptance of being alone.
Oh to be alone
Expressing the acknowledgment or acceptance of solitude.
And we’ll go, to the creek and cast stones
Planning to go to a creek to engage in a symbolic act of casting stones, possibly related to guilt or cleansing.
Watch them sink with guilt to the floor
Observing the consequences of actions sinking with guilt, suggesting a sense of accountability.
And we’ll hold, the riverbed like open sheets
Intending to hold onto the riverbed, possibly symbolizing a desire for stability or grounding.
Don’t slip in and forget to breathe
Warning against losing oneself in the river, emphasizing the importance of remembering to breathe.
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