The Prodigal Son
Prodigal Reflections: A Tale of Discomfort and Redemption
Lyrics
Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years
Expressing a disclaimer for 24 years, suggesting a history of distancing oneself.
Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears
Describing a mother who suffered and cried, possibly due to the speaker's actions.
I'm well known in story, famous in song
Noting personal fame in stories and songs as the black sheep, the one who deviated.
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
Acknowledging a negative reputation as the black sheep or the one who went astray.
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
Reiteration of being the black sheep, emphasizing the deviation from the norm.
My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease
Describing discomfort as a crime and a burden on the mind.
They'll grow on my shoulder, my favorite disease
Referring to burdens growing on the speaker's shoulder as a favored affliction.
My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake
Suggesting that siblings and rivals may attend the speaker's funeral.
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
Asking siblings not to grieve, as the speaker considers themselves a mistake of the mother.
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
Reiteration of asking siblings not to grieve, emphasizing the speaker's self-perceived status.
And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth
Referring to unfulfilled expectations of wealth and the desire to retreat to a more innocent state.
Leave me long to crawl back to the womb
Expressing a desire to return to the womb, symbolizing a desire for comfort and safety.
Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf
Having experienced grace but choosing to reject it and keep it aside.
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
Encouraging others to bring their privileged wives to the grave, possibly criticizing societal norms.
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
Reiteration of the suggestion to bring privileged wives to the tomb, emphasizing disdain.
Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace
Originating from a peaceful city but becoming too impure to participate in societal festivities.
But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast
Choosing to live in the hills, rejecting societal norms and living independently.
So I take to the hills to live savage and free
Expressing self-sufficiency and independence, claiming not to need anybody.
I don't need nobody, nobody needs me
Reiteration of not needing anybody, emphasizing a desire for solitude.
I don't need nobody, nobody needs me
Further emphasis on not needing anybody, highlighting a sense of isolation and self-sufficiency.
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