Gloves
Lost Gloves: Unraveling the Hidden Stories
Lyrics
Today I found a baby's glove
Discovery of a baby's glove on a drainage board.
Lying on the drainage board so still
Emphasis on the stillness of the glove on the drainage board.
Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman.
Previous encounter with a leather glove from a woman's slim hand.
The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen and twisted on the kerb..
Observation of another glove, half-frozen and twisted on the kerb.
And I, now I have my own private collection
Formation of a personal collection of gloves.
All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors
Gloves organized in rows inside a wardrobe.
Now I have no room for my obsession
Lack of space due to the growing obsession with collecting gloves.
Lined up and labeled in neat little packets.
Gloves labeled and organized in packets.
The next time I saw one it stuck inside my head
The fixation on gloves becomes persistent in the mind.
And became all that I could think about.
Gloves occupy the thoughts continuously.
I'll think twice before I pick it up this time
Hesitation before picking up a glove again.
Since I thought about what it had done
Reflection on the implications of the glove's history and actions.
And where it had been and who it had belonged to
Consideration of the glove's origin and previous owner.
And I'll twice before I pick it up this time
Reiteration of caution before handling gloves.
I thought about who it might have done
Thoughts about the possible deeds of the glove.
And where it had come from and what it might have belonged to.
Reflection on the glove's origin and potential ownership.
The next time I saw one I had that itching sensation
An itching sensation but resisting the urge to pick up a glove.
But my hands stayed by my sides and I couldn't take it.
Hands staying restrained despite the temptation to take the glove.
And through wax seals and padlocks
Introduction of wax seals and padlocks metaphorically.
A hand through my ribcage.
A metaphorical intrusion into the narrator's inner self.
Past the choking I saw palms and fingers grasping shoulders, collarbone, crushing.
Imagery of a disturbing scene with grasping hands and crushing.
I imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages,
Personal visualization of hacking through a sea of appendages.
Forward and right, freeing myself like a butcher,
Imagined liberation, akin to a butcher cutting through flesh.
Feeling the mash of bone and sinew running slowly down the front of my body
Graphic imagery of bone and sinew running down the body.
And I couldn't take it any more,
Intense emotional response, reaching a breaking point.
I said, "I've got to go, I've got to get out of here,"
Expressed urgency to leave the overwhelming situation.
And I ran down the street,
Action of physically running away from the disturbing thoughts.
I've got to get out of here,
Reiteration of the need to escape the overwhelming experience.
I've got to go
Strong determination to leave the unsettling situation.
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