Pulp of Youth
Clinking Glasses to the Echoes of Youth's Bold Rebellion
Lyrics
The pop don't sound the same no more
The music/pop culture doesn’t evoke the same feelings or emotions as it used to.
When I pull the cork
When I open a bottle (metaphorically referring to experiencing something new or different).
Never about the taste before
It wasn’t previously about the quality or enjoyment of what I experienced.
It was a hunt for sport
It used to be pursued as a form of entertainment or leisure.
A sea of fading faces
Many people who were once around are disappearing or becoming less visible.
I was stupid and proud
I acted foolishly and was proud of it.
Eyes as sharp as knives
Alert and perceptive eyes noticed me distinctly.
Cut me out of the crowd
They made me stand out from the crowd.
Wine still cheap and red
Wine remains inexpensive and red symbolizes passion.
Eyes still deep and true
Eyes remain profoundly sincere and genuine.
Glasses raise again
People raise their glasses again, possibly to celebrate or commemorate.
Drink to the pulp of youth
Toast to the carefree days of youth or the vigor of youthfulness.
Climb the vine again, my friend
Let’s relive those exuberant times, my friend.
Not everybody makes it
Not everyone survives or succeeds in life.
Casualties of some plot
Victims of a circumstance or situation beyond their control.
Not a pro just a lucky one
I'm not a professional, just fortunate to have made it through.
To make it out of the line
To emerge successfully from a challenging situation or circumstance.
A sea of fading faces
Similar to line 6: many people fading away and becoming less noticeable.
I was stupid and loud
Again, I behaved foolishly and in a loud manner.
Her eyes as sharp as knives
Her eyes were as observant and cutting as knives, causing me to stand out.
Cut me out of the crowd
She singled me out from the crowd.
Blood still hot and red
Blood is still passionate and lively.
Eyes still deep and true
People’s eyes remain deeply sincere and genuine.
Glasses raise again
Again, glasses are raised, possibly in celebration.
Drink to the pulp of youth
Toasting to the wildness or vitality of youth.
Til our time is due
Until our time comes to an end.
I'll be on the vine with you
I'll be alongside you, experiencing life's adventures.
As it was in the pulp of youth
Just like the carefree days of youth when we were carelessly experiencing life.
Who was the picker
Who was responsible for making choices or decisions?
Who is to say
It doesn’t matter who actually decides or selects.
And does it even matter
Does the decision-maker even have significance or relevance?
The lucky ones come up when the sun sinks down
The fortunate ones arise or excel when challenges or hardships emerge.
High on laughter
They're in a state of euphoria, probably due to having overcome difficulties.
A thousand fading faces
Similar to previous lines: many people fading away and becoming less noticeable.
I was stupid and proud
Once again, I behaved foolishly and was proud of it.
Eyes as sharp as knives
Alert and perceptive eyes noticed me distinctly.
Cut me out of the crowd
They made me stand out from the crowd.
Wine still cheap and red
Wine remains inexpensive and red symbolizes passion.
Eyes still deep and true
Eyes remain profoundly sincere and genuine.
Glasses raise again
People raise their glasses again, possibly to celebrate or commemorate.
Drink to the pulp of youth
Toast to the carefree days of youth or the vigor of youthfulness.
Til our time is due
Until our time comes to an end.
I'll be on the vine with you
I'll be alongside you, experiencing life's adventures.
As it was in the pulp of youth
Just like the carefree days of youth when we were carelessly experiencing life.
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