Cold Black Ink
Yearning for Lost Nights: Reflections on Temptation and Nostalgia
Lyrics
Where do I stand in this massive collection of people and movements, consents and objections?
Reflecting on one's position in a large and diverse community, contemplating various opinions and actions.
Statements of reason, statistical fact.
Mentioning the presence of logical arguments and statistical facts in the ongoing discussions.
I sit in the back and I wait to react.
Observing from a distance and preparing to respond to the unfolding events.
Then you call out my name,
A moment of recognition as someone addresses the person directly.
I say, “ey, how’s it been?”
Casual greeting and inquiry about the other person's well-being.
Looks like you’ve been out by the corner again.
Noticing signs that the other person has been spending time in a particular location.
I miss the dirty life,
Expressing nostalgia for a past life characterized by a rough and rebellious lifestyle.
I miss the drugs and the fights.
Mentioning a longing for the intensity of past experiences, including drugs and fights.
I miss the hold me up drink in the dark.
Recalling the atmosphere of a secretive and intimate gathering in the darkness.
I miss the comfort in delusion,
Missing the sense of security found in self-deception.
I miss that barroom in Houston,
Nostalgia for a specific bar in Houston, possibly symbolic of a cherished place.
where everybody slept where they parked.
Remembering a time when people slept wherever they parked, suggesting a carefree lifestyle.
And I like the part when you held out your hand.
Highlighting a moment when someone offered support by extending their hand.
You said, “don’t worry baby”, then pulled me on in.
Reassurance from the other person, pulling the speaker closer.
You had blood on your palm, you had holes in your tongue.
Describing the person with visible signs of struggle or conflict, including blood and holes.
You had cold black ink on your arm.
Noticing cold black ink on the person's arm, possibly symbolic of tattoos or a darker side.
My head in a vice, and you’re wasting your time,
Feeling trapped and neglected, with the other person not paying attention.
And you’re leaving me out in the cold.
Expressing a desire to provoke a reaction by throwing rocks at the other person's car.
I’m gonna get a rise out of you,
Intending to get a rise or emotional response from the other person.
throw rocks at your car from the road.
Acting out by throwing rocks and creating a disturbance.
You tell me to STOP,
Receiving a command to stop, with the threat of involving law enforcement.
you’re calling the COPS
The situation escalating as the other person calls the cops.
I run go and hide in the woods.
Escaping and hiding in the woods to avoid consequences.
Fee-fi-fo-fum, you’re off into the night, and yeah well...
A playful reference to a fairy tale phrase, highlighting the other person's departure into the night.
I miss the dirty life, I miss the drugs and the fights.
Repeating the longing for the wild and rebellious aspects of life.
I miss the hold me up drink in the dark.
Reiterating the desire for the intense and secretive moments in the dark.
I miss the comfort in delusion,
Repeating the yearning for comfort found in self-deception.
I miss that barroom in Houston,
Repeating the nostalgia for a specific bar in Houston and its unique atmosphere.
where everybody slept where they parked.
Reiterating the carefree lifestyle where people slept wherever they parked.
And I like the part when you held out your hand.
Recalling a moment of support and reassurance from the other person.
You said, “don’t worry baby”, then pulled me on in.
Reassurance and pulling the speaker closer again.
You had blood on your palm, you had holes in your tongue.
Describing the person with visible signs of struggle or conflict, including blood and holes (similar to line 17).
You had cold black ink on your arm.
Repeating the observation of cold black ink on the person's arm (similar to line 18).
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