Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod
Awakening Demons: A SoCal Day of Rebellion
Lyrics
You are sleeping off your demons
You are in a state of rest, recovering from your inner struggles or challenges.
When I come home.
I return home when you are in this vulnerable state.
Spittle bubbling at your lips,
Your mouth is frothing with saliva, and there is visible anxiety or agitation.
Fine white foam.
A depiction of intense stress or fear, represented by the fine white foam.
I am young and I am good.
The narrator asserts their youthfulness and virtuous qualities.
It's a hot southern California day.
The setting is a hot day in Southern California.
If I wake you up,
The narrator is hesitant to disturb your rest due to potential consequences.
There will be hell to pay.
There will be severe repercussions if the narrator wakes you up.
And alone in my room I am the last of a lost civilization
The narrator, isolated in their room, feels like the last survivor of a lost civilization.
And I vanish into the dark
In solitude, the narrator disappears into darkness, transcending their current status.
And rise above my station.
A repetition emphasizing the desire to surpass one's current social position.
Rise above my station.
Reiteration of the aspiration to rise above one's current standing.
But I do wake you up and when I do
The narrator disregards the potential consequences and wakes you up.
You blaze down the hall and you scream.
You react strongly, moving energetically and screaming.
I'm in my room with the headphones on
The narrator retreats to their room, isolating themselves with headphones on.
Deep in the dream chamber
The narrator enters a dream-like state, escaping reality.
And then I'm awake and I'm guarding my face
The transition from a dream to wakefulness, guarding against potential harm.
Hoping you don't break my stereo
Fear for the safety of a valuable possession (stereo) in the face of aggression.
Because it's the one thing that I couldn't live without
The stereo is crucial, symbolizing something the narrator cannot live without.
So I think about that,
The narrator contemplates the significance of the stereo in this critical moment.
And then I sort of black out.
The narrator loses consciousness or awareness, perhaps overwhelmed by the situation.
Held under these smothering waves
A metaphorical description of being overwhelmed by oppressive forces.
By your strong and thick-veined hand
The oppressive force is described as a strong and thick-veined hand.
But one of these days
An expression of hope for eventual liberation or escape.
I'm gonna wriggle up on my land.
The narrator anticipates breaking free and reclaiming their own space.
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