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.
dose one:
out for the view..
i can gather myself once as a very fairly small human,
mouth made out of glass. i am my habitat,
antidote and what ripped his face off wasn't even a pain killer,
faceless and a boyish numb uncomfortable, he can't sit.
artificial day skeleton keeps him up all night (up all night),
puts himself away. he...
a wise man once said, "fuck 'em if they can't take a joke."
there is a me, in every kindergarten, and there is a me,
bigger than a raccoon, smaller than a building, smaller still, smaller still,
afloat with music on..
better feeling, "aw, who you tellin'!"
"everything happens for a reason.
i promise to never get paint on my glasses again.
"you can't rip art 'cause it's just art."
the blood, the ink, ahh yes, the ink can bury a blade.
is this not the end of a blizzard twice the size of a rain cloud gone bad?
i'm burning puddle after puddle after puddle..."
i wonder what my mother looked like pregnant,
i've classified water damage as art.
ruining things, trilobite out on the town painting things,
in accordance with my weird ordinance.
my style is glass cutter, delicate/intense.
why, i haven't the mind for books,
shooting out the moonlight with my tongue,
depression in a vacuum. chest pains and violent nightmares,
brought me to this patch of grass and sun.
beauty is in the dead bolt,
i'm a lonely frontier boy, sordid terminal man.
primitive doll making and suspicious plant eater ogling at the magnetism.
a nibbler with cheap shades on and no contacts in.
pack leading nuissance with a way with kids, open envelope..
"bringing sand to the beach" cutting off...
"the difference between motion and action" moving out...
"bringing sand to the beach"
watching all the book toe be get quiet,
'til we both avoid eye contact together,
running into sitting people i sold tickets with.
i'll have one of your finest coffees
and a table for one in the dark.
writing on the bag i bought stuff in...
sole:
all these suckers today
dose one:
phone calls tomorrow
sole:
take out the garbage
dose one:
briefcase with issues
sole:
i am my name tag
dose one:
a party with loans out
sole and dose one:
credit! be or be broken, let artists clear stables.
i don't make up the check!
words, i just live here,
same stuff, different part of the mess.
sole:
disowned collection, joined metronome, leave monotone alone,
i am the master of the works and all their whereabouts.
portable leash for the implement, grand unveilment.
if the chisel breaks, it's got to be loud enough to sustain the builder.
we..
dose one:
oooffff...talk it out,
token go getters go get it enamored with something to..ughhhhh...
risk in the winning folk, subtle yet solemnly..ahhhhh..
extinction of saturdays inward to inward.
its confidence, i'll work for now...yeaahhhh...
sole:
i open the doors with no physical force.
zip codes ain't permanent, i can roam 'em all simultaneously.
real hard work comes easily, invest carefully.
rest this weak spell, a recipe, on the travel i broke the rulers.
dancing with no shoes across this everyday stage,
these everyday non-coincidence brought about by
living and doubting nothing special.
we need a real war, give me a field, a field day
and i only have time for explosions.
dose one:
sleeping baggage, cat in my lap, a card at play,
help to a promise, dove in the subway.
loose change, in held, loose leaf, dormat.
wearing the fake nose glass, mustache..
hide behind this blade or under this sky,
it's like in the movies except for no ending.
sole:
yeah, i urinate in a cup for the art of it,
and you'll dissect all of it.
dose one:
i water storage, poet like desert.
sole:
there's a lightbulb in my skull that dies everytime i try to look down or rest.
dose one:
all cat owner can do is laugh at circus material.
sole:
never want to open my eyes, the world only furthers my argument.
dose one:
in searching for the perfect flat, i feel so concerned.
sole:
nobody wins, you're all walking pictures of foot in mouth.
dose one:
although a unicorn ride would charm.
sole:
let's call it hip hop, you don't got to be innercity or inbred.
dose one:
or clear my skies like desert.
sole:
i'm in the state of "yo," my peeps, they gather at the borders.
dose one:
waiting up all night for bills.
sole:
if this is supposed to be a revolution, where are my..? why don't you just..?
dose one:
one man's floor is another man's floor with a pillow on it.
sole:
and sure, the invisible enemy is a thirteen year old computer hacker.
dose one:
times are hard, keeping a fish tank alive is harder.
sole:
and i'm supposed to be some sort of anti-christ.
dose one:
people like me most happy.
sole:
well if that's true, why am i hellbound at the pearly gates?
dose one:
the spoon king in the soup, drought like desert.
both:
it's all the same shit but they call it clouddead,
i only got two hands and half a head..
out for the view..
i can gather myself once as a very fairly small human,
mouth made out of glass. i am my habitat,
antidote and what ripped his face off wasn't even a pain killer,
faceless and a boyish numb uncomfortable, he can't sit.
artificial day skeleton keeps him up all night (up all night),
puts himself away. he...
a wise man once said, "fuck 'em if they can't take a joke."
there is a me, in every kindergarten, and there is a me,
bigger than a raccoon, smaller than a building, smaller still, smaller still,
afloat with music on..
better feeling, "aw, who you tellin'!"
"everything happens for a reason.
i promise to never get paint on my glasses again.
"you can't rip art 'cause it's just art."
the blood, the ink, ahh yes, the ink can bury a blade.
is this not the end of a blizzard twice the size of a rain cloud gone bad?
i'm burning puddle after puddle after puddle..."
i wonder what my mother looked like pregnant,
i've classified water damage as art.
ruining things, trilobite out on the town painting things,
in accordance with my weird ordinance.
my style is glass cutter, delicate/intense.
why, i haven't the mind for books,
shooting out the moonlight with my tongue,
depression in a vacuum. chest pains and violent nightmares,
brought me to this patch of grass and sun.
beauty is in the dead bolt,
i'm a lonely frontier boy, sordid terminal man.
primitive doll making and suspicious plant eater ogling at the magnetism.
a nibbler with cheap shades on and no contacts in.
pack leading nuissance with a way with kids, open envelope..
"bringing sand to the beach" cutting off...
"the difference between motion and action" moving out...
"bringing sand to the beach"
watching all the book toe be get quiet,
'til we both avoid eye contact together,
running into sitting people i sold tickets with.
i'll have one of your finest coffees
and a table for one in the dark.
writing on the bag i bought stuff in...
sole:
all these suckers today
dose one:
phone calls tomorrow
sole:
take out the garbage
dose one:
briefcase with issues
sole:
i am my name tag
dose one:
a party with loans out
sole and dose one:
credit! be or be broken, let artists clear stables.
i don't make up the check!
words, i just live here,
same stuff, different part of the mess.
sole:
disowned collection, joined metronome, leave monotone alone,
i am the master of the works and all their whereabouts.
portable leash for the implement, grand unveilment.
if the chisel breaks, it's got to be loud enough to sustain the builder.
we..
dose one:
oooffff...talk it out,
token go getters go get it enamored with something to..ughhhhh...
risk in the winning folk, subtle yet solemnly..ahhhhh..
extinction of saturdays inward to inward.
its confidence, i'll work for now...yeaahhhh...
sole:
i open the doors with no physical force.
zip codes ain't permanent, i can roam 'em all simultaneously.
real hard work comes easily, invest carefully.
rest this weak spell, a recipe, on the travel i broke the rulers.
dancing with no shoes across this everyday stage,
these everyday non-coincidence brought about by
living and doubting nothing special.
we need a real war, give me a field, a field day
and i only have time for explosions.
dose one:
sleeping baggage, cat in my lap, a card at play,
help to a promise, dove in the subway.
loose change, in held, loose leaf, dormat.
wearing the fake nose glass, mustache..
hide behind this blade or under this sky,
it's like in the movies except for no ending.
sole:
yeah, i urinate in a cup for the art of it,
and you'll dissect all of it.
dose one:
i water storage, poet like desert.
sole:
there's a lightbulb in my skull that dies everytime i try to look down or rest.
dose one:
all cat owner can do is laugh at circus material.
sole:
never want to open my eyes, the world only furthers my argument.
dose one:
in searching for the perfect flat, i feel so concerned.
sole:
nobody wins, you're all walking pictures of foot in mouth.
dose one:
although a unicorn ride would charm.
sole:
let's call it hip hop, you don't got to be innercity or inbred.
dose one:
or clear my skies like desert.
sole:
i'm in the state of "yo," my peeps, they gather at the borders.
dose one:
waiting up all night for bills.
sole:
if this is supposed to be a revolution, where are my..? why don't you just..?
dose one:
one man's floor is another man's floor with a pillow on it.
sole:
and sure, the invisible enemy is a thirteen year old computer hacker.
dose one:
times are hard, keeping a fish tank alive is harder.
sole:
and i'm supposed to be some sort of anti-christ.
dose one:
people like me most happy.
sole:
well if that's true, why am i hellbound at the pearly gates?
dose one:
the spoon king in the soup, drought like desert.
both:
it's all the same shit but they call it clouddead,
i only got two hands and half a head..
Lyrics submitted by pepe con leche
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!
More Featured Meanings
Light Up The Sky
Van Halen
Van Halen
The Night We Met
Lord Huron
Lord Huron
This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
When We Were Young
Blink-182
Blink-182
This is a sequel to 2001's "Reckless Abandon", and features the band looking back on their clumsy youth fondly.
Blue
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
“Blue” is a song about a love that is persisting in the discomfort of the person experiencing the emotion. Ed Sheeran reflects on love lost, and although he wishes his former partner find happiness, he cannot but admit his feelings are still very much there. He expresses the realization that he might never find another on this stringed instrumental by Aaron Dessner.
Plastic Bag
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
“Plastic Bag” is a song about searching for an escape from personal problems and hoping to find it in the lively atmosphere of a Saturday night party. Ed Sheeran tells the story of his friend and the myriad of troubles he is going through. Unable to find any solutions, this friend seeks a last resort in a party and the vanity that comes with it.
“I overthink and have trouble sleepin’ / All purpose gone and don’t have a reason / And there’s no doctor to stop this bleedin’ / So I left home and jumped in the deep end,” Ed Sheeran sings in verse one. He continues by adding that this person is feeling the weight of having disappointed his father and doesn’t have any friends to rely on in this difficult moment. In the second verse, Ed sings about the role of grief in his friend’s plight and his dwindling faith in prayer. “Saturday night is givin’ me a reason to rely on the strobe lights / The lifeline of a promise in a shot glass, and I’ll take that / If you’re givin’ out love from a plastic bag,” Ed sings on the chorus, as his friend turns to new vices in hopes of feeling better.
In my opinion, their absolute best song. Fucking solid.