Band On Every Corner
City Dreams and Midnight Melodies
Lyrics
Well there's a band on every corner,
Observation of numerous musical bands in the vicinity.
But I'm not in one.
Personal acknowledgment of not being a member of any band.
I hate three out of every four of them,
Expressing dislike for a significant majority of bands.
But I haven't got a gun.
Clarification that the dislike does not escalate to violence.
I was ten hours asleep,
Reference to a long period of sleep.
But I'd stayed in my room.
Staying isolated in the room despite a lengthy sleep.
I forgot to remember what I wanted to do.
Forgetting one's aspirations or goals.
As the air turns to twilight,
Transition to evening with a shift in focus to hunger.
My thoughts turn to food,
Contemplation of the whereabouts of a specific individual.
And of what the hell happened to the girl in the nude.
Recollection of an encounter with a woman in a state of undress.
Oh she gave me a pill,
Receipt of a pill from the woman, claiming it enhances sexual performance.
Said it helped her in bed.
Reflection on the woman's recommendation.
When I lay down beside her,
Inability to respond physically during an intimate moment.
Couldn't even raise my head.
What a fool am I,
Self-criticism for having a bright but unattainable dream.
'cause my dream was so bright.
Feeling overwhelmed in the city without a solution in sight.
And I'm drowning in the city
With no saviour in sight.
-Well this night I'll go walking
Decision to take a night stroll, comparing it to the closeness of truth.
Like the truth it's so near,
Anticipation of returning to friends and alcohol after the stroll.
I'll be back I imagine,
Expectation of returning to a familiar environment.
To the boys and to the beer.
Reference to male friends and drinking.
There's a hole in my belly,
Expression of emptiness or longing.
I try and fill it with food.
Attempt to fill emotional void with food.
So I order a pizza
Ordering a pizza to satisfy the hunger.
And the pizza maker is rude.
Encounter with a rude pizza maker.
Lady in the jacket is looking just how I feel.
Observation of a woman in a jacket who mirrors the emotional state.
So I sigh in my corner,
Exhaling audibly in a secluded place.
And I ask for the bill.
Requesting the bill, indicating a desire to leave.
Well there's a band on every corner,
Reiteration of the prevalence of musical bands in the surroundings.
But I'm not in one.
Reiteration of not being part of any band.
I hate three out of every four of them,
Reiteration of dislike for the majority of bands.
But I haven't got a gun.
Confirmation that the dislike does not lead to violence.
There's a band on every corner,
Confirmation of playing music only in a private space.
I only play in my room.
Preference for a familiar and private space with a tuned piano.
Where the filth is familiar,
And the piano's in tune.
-What a fool am I,
Self-criticism for an unattainable dream, echoing earlier sentiments.
'cause my dream was so bright.
Restating the feeling of drowning in the city without a solution.
And I'm drowning in the city
With no saviour in sight.
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