The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners,
With grave allegiances so meaningless and vain
The walking wounded,in a pageant of contenders,
Who balance on a rail of pain just for a pail of rain.
And everything, is barely mist- blood relations and bricks.
My expression, my confession
Add it up, extract a lesson more than this
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me
Can that be all there is?
In my rectory of doubt I kneel to pray like one devout.
As time the great grey dreamless sleep of a modern useless modern God
Erodes away each storied day as wretched Adams with hell to pay.
Content upon a rail of pain for just a little rain.
And everything is dearly missed- blood relations and bricks.
My expression, my confession
Add it up, extract a lesson more than this
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me
Can that be all there is?
There's an endless disposition and it doesn't mean a god damn thing.
There's space for a paper airplane race in the eye of a hurricane.
And if pigs could fly then surely so could I.
But this pedestrian knows better than to even try.
My divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly
And everything is dearly missed- blood relations and bricks.
My expression, my confession
Add it up, extract a lesson more than this
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me
Can that be all there is?
All there is?
With grave allegiances so meaningless and vain
The walking wounded,in a pageant of contenders,
Who balance on a rail of pain just for a pail of rain.
And everything, is barely mist- blood relations and bricks.
My expression, my confession
Add it up, extract a lesson more than this
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me
Can that be all there is?
In my rectory of doubt I kneel to pray like one devout.
As time the great grey dreamless sleep of a modern useless modern God
Erodes away each storied day as wretched Adams with hell to pay.
Content upon a rail of pain for just a little rain.
And everything is dearly missed- blood relations and bricks.
My expression, my confession
Add it up, extract a lesson more than this
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me
Can that be all there is?
There's an endless disposition and it doesn't mean a god damn thing.
There's space for a paper airplane race in the eye of a hurricane.
And if pigs could fly then surely so could I.
But this pedestrian knows better than to even try.
My divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly
And everything is dearly missed- blood relations and bricks.
My expression, my confession
Add it up, extract a lesson more than this
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me
Can that be all there is?
All there is?
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There are some really great posts on here in relation to this song, so thanks everyone for sharing!<br /> <br /> The thing this song really makes me think about is growing up as a kid and learning more and more all the things my parents told me were all lies... the Easter Bunny, Santa Clause, Tooth Fairy, Leprechauns... the list goes on. Why should God be any different? And I ask that as a serious question. There's no physical evidence that makes me feel completely confident about the existence a God. People make up so many things through-out history that get passed down and reinterpreted in so many ways. The idea of a God to meet in the after-life is such a comforting thing to help blindly push you through another day.<br /> <br /> And the line "And everything is dearly missed" makes me think about how a part of me misses the comfort in those lies I grew up with. How things were easily explained through lies, or just didn't need to be addressed in my mind because they had simple answers with locked doors that didn't require opening. Part of me is glad I'm not that blind anymore, but that comfort is definitely gone.<br /> <br /> The line "Can that be all there is?" leads me to contemplate is there just nothing when I die, and I no longer exist. It's depressing and confusing. It's like I'm running an equation in my head that has no answer. Being a programmer, I can see so many similarities to how people are just like complex programs, and that's just depressing as well.<br /> <br /> It makes sense when I think about sleep and how parts of your brain shut down to de-fragment as I like to think of it. Dreams are often like false reality in my dreaming experience. And like my computer, if my G:/ drive is down or not connected, I can't access certain files so my computer world is not going to be all there. And it always amazes me how I often, in my dreams, I treat a false reality as an acceptable reality. It makes me feel like a computer without all my drives functioning.<br /> <br /> But this is a great song! And I just love the fact that BR has been giving me so much to contemplate on for almost 20years now!<br /> <br /> <br /> <br />
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