Lyrics
My mother calls to tell me there was an earthquake yesterday.
Receiving news about a recent earthquake from the speaker's mother.
I tell her that the ground here always seem to shake.
Assuring the mother that ground vibrations are common in the speaker's location.
And perdition lies just beneath the cracks in the pavement,
Expressing the belief that danger or damnation is present just below the surface.
But not too worry mom all is ok, all is well in LA.
Reassuring the mother that everything is fine in Los Angeles despite potential dangers.
And of both I have my doubts,
Expressing skepticism about the well-being of both the speaker and the city.
New love is singing proud,
Highlighting the presence of new love with pride.
And while my ego is churning, neither make a sound,
Acknowledging internal struggles and conflicts without externalizing them.
Because my windows are up.
Stating that the speaker's windows are up, possibly symbolizing isolation or emotional barriers.
Because my windows are up and my music is playing loud.
Emphasizing the speaker's intentional detachment by having closed windows and playing loud music.
Where will I be when there lives no fear inside of me?
Pondering a future state where fear no longer exists within the speaker.
On the moon, sailing from the truth,
Imagining being on the moon, metaphorically escaping reality.
One step closer to the high and mighty.
Describing a progression towards a superior and powerful state.
And it’s true I stayed with you all damn night.
Acknowledging spending a significant amount of time with someone.
Shouting about the past,
Engaging in intense communication about the past.
Spitting words and wine.
Describing emotionally charged expressions involving words and wine.
From the highway LA is screaming at us now,
Noting the city's intensity from the highway but remaining isolated with closed windows.
But your windows are up and your music is playing loud.
Reinforcing the theme of isolation by referring to closed windows and loud music.
And bullshit bullshit you only live once,
Rejecting the idea of only living once as nonsense.
And bullshit bullshit I should do it while I'm young.
Dismissing the notion that youth is a justification for reckless behavior.
And entitlement is spinning its way to the surface,
Observing a sense of entitlement rising to the surface.
I know they are your friends but they only make me nervous,
Expressing discomfort with the speaker's friends who induce nervousness.
But all their bullshit fails to make a sound,
Noting the ineffectiveness of external pressures due to the speaker's isolated state.
Cause my windows are up and my music is playing loud.
Reiterating the theme of closed windows and loud music as a barrier to external influences.
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