In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Munching on a ham and cheese sando in the morning on Friday
Cruising down the Pacific Highway
Thinking 'bout the day ahead
I paid the rent cheque, got my registration and phone bill
If those two don't overthrow me the dogs will
But heck at least I know the taste of bread
Why do I seem to spend my whole damn life chasing paper?
I'm like an actor turned singer turned waiter
I'll wait around until I meet with my maker
Then I'll sign up for AA or something
I just wish there was some other way to get myself somewhere
This little strip of earth and all that I've done there
I'm like a bull-ant on the leg of a sunchair
Under a magnifying glass
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm wasting my time
I take a phonecall on the mobile while I'm checking the meter
One sec I need to turn up that little speaker
It's getting noisy in this little town
We're like America we love to make a ho-har out of jackshit
I never ever really seemed to fit
But now I'm stuck so deep in all of this
Come to think of it I might as well be travelling backwards
It's been an hour and I'm only in Chatswood
I hate the way that I'm becoming a product
Go pick me up for $24.95
I'm on sale and it's retail in the world of deception
You can treat a man if he can't get erections
Is there a pill for my lack of direction?
Thanks mate, I'll have a pack of those
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm wasting my time
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm losing my mind
It's all good I got a broom and a cheap persian rug now
I can sweep the whole thing outta my sight now
Outta sight, outta mind
I'll keep on going until I'm pushing 30 or 40
And as long as I don't do something naughty
I love my wife, what a life
She comes home to find me spread on the floor from blood poisoning
I popped a whole lot of pills and I'm shaking
And there's a needle sticking out of my arm, I ain't faking I'm zoning in and zoning out
You wanna help me, don't call me an ambulance honey
Just get a silver service cab this is funny
Just one passenger please, going up my own ass
You take credit card? Fuck this!
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm wasting my time
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm losing my mind
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my life
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm losing my mind
Cruising down the Pacific Highway
Thinking 'bout the day ahead
I paid the rent cheque, got my registration and phone bill
If those two don't overthrow me the dogs will
But heck at least I know the taste of bread
Why do I seem to spend my whole damn life chasing paper?
I'm like an actor turned singer turned waiter
I'll wait around until I meet with my maker
Then I'll sign up for AA or something
I just wish there was some other way to get myself somewhere
This little strip of earth and all that I've done there
I'm like a bull-ant on the leg of a sunchair
Under a magnifying glass
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm wasting my time
I take a phonecall on the mobile while I'm checking the meter
One sec I need to turn up that little speaker
It's getting noisy in this little town
We're like America we love to make a ho-har out of jackshit
I never ever really seemed to fit
But now I'm stuck so deep in all of this
Come to think of it I might as well be travelling backwards
It's been an hour and I'm only in Chatswood
I hate the way that I'm becoming a product
Go pick me up for $24.95
I'm on sale and it's retail in the world of deception
You can treat a man if he can't get erections
Is there a pill for my lack of direction?
Thanks mate, I'll have a pack of those
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm wasting my time
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm losing my mind
It's all good I got a broom and a cheap persian rug now
I can sweep the whole thing outta my sight now
Outta sight, outta mind
I'll keep on going until I'm pushing 30 or 40
And as long as I don't do something naughty
I love my wife, what a life
She comes home to find me spread on the floor from blood poisoning
I popped a whole lot of pills and I'm shaking
And there's a needle sticking out of my arm, I ain't faking I'm zoning in and zoning out
You wanna help me, don't call me an ambulance honey
Just get a silver service cab this is funny
Just one passenger please, going up my own ass
You take credit card? Fuck this!
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm wasting my time
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm losing my mind
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my life
I wish somebody would build a bridge
So I could get over myself
On my own I'm losing my mind
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haha. sorry mate, above.
i have friends that live there. its not that bad :)