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.
This is not novelty
This is nothing delicate
This the result of your Google search for something relevant
Stake claim immediately
'Cause hot products cool down
At which point they'll flock to new sounds
Take fame intravenously
But when leisure turns to habit
I'll be sure to leave the scene you started staging
This is nothing fraudulent
This is that joy shot itchy feeling lingering behind your target audience
You got them all convinced, but we ain't buying it, buddy
Demand for lies is high, and you're supplying it
Truth is brutal; it consumes you if you let it
Type that in your little away message and set it
[Chorus]
Keep singing songs
That I could write in my sleep
It's like I'm counting sheep
Keep singing songs
Man, you are a lead but trouble not to be
Keep singing songs
Just follow the leader with your blah, blah, blah
Keep singing songs
That I could write in my sleep
It's like I'm counting sheep
And this is not a fashion statement, it's delegate intuition
Far beyond your bed wetter kindergarten compositions
This is a part of me
How can you sleep at night when what you don't write you write half heartedly?
Go join the army
And be the best you can be
Give a new meaning to blowing up over seas, please!
We kick those boys down when nobody would let us in
And give you that proverbial taste of your own medicine
We took your formula and relabeled it
And sat patiently and giggled when you drank it
Street voice and street cred run just about the same
Pop bottles and drop names
And you'll dismiss it 'cause it ain't what ya used to
But who the fuck died and made you king cobra?
[Chorus]
Wow, congratulations on your new purchase
I heard you bought a crib on biters block
Downtown plagiarism's paradise
You're not a movement, you're purely amusement
The poster boy for Xerox and a role model for parasites
You serve no purpose, you're purely decorative
And bore us to death with your auditory sedatives
No, we don't sleep
And hog tie your runaway bride with cold feet
We built this city on lock and load logic
And burned it down the same night
So go ahead and put your tears on ice, baby
I think we got a winner
And kiss your crucifix; your boy's a certified sinner
[Chorus]
This is nothing delicate
This the result of your Google search for something relevant
Stake claim immediately
'Cause hot products cool down
At which point they'll flock to new sounds
Take fame intravenously
But when leisure turns to habit
I'll be sure to leave the scene you started staging
This is nothing fraudulent
This is that joy shot itchy feeling lingering behind your target audience
You got them all convinced, but we ain't buying it, buddy
Demand for lies is high, and you're supplying it
Truth is brutal; it consumes you if you let it
Type that in your little away message and set it
[Chorus]
Keep singing songs
That I could write in my sleep
It's like I'm counting sheep
Keep singing songs
Man, you are a lead but trouble not to be
Keep singing songs
Just follow the leader with your blah, blah, blah
Keep singing songs
That I could write in my sleep
It's like I'm counting sheep
And this is not a fashion statement, it's delegate intuition
Far beyond your bed wetter kindergarten compositions
This is a part of me
How can you sleep at night when what you don't write you write half heartedly?
Go join the army
And be the best you can be
Give a new meaning to blowing up over seas, please!
We kick those boys down when nobody would let us in
And give you that proverbial taste of your own medicine
We took your formula and relabeled it
And sat patiently and giggled when you drank it
Street voice and street cred run just about the same
Pop bottles and drop names
And you'll dismiss it 'cause it ain't what ya used to
But who the fuck died and made you king cobra?
[Chorus]
Wow, congratulations on your new purchase
I heard you bought a crib on biters block
Downtown plagiarism's paradise
You're not a movement, you're purely amusement
The poster boy for Xerox and a role model for parasites
You serve no purpose, you're purely decorative
And bore us to death with your auditory sedatives
No, we don't sleep
And hog tie your runaway bride with cold feet
We built this city on lock and load logic
And burned it down the same night
So go ahead and put your tears on ice, baby
I think we got a winner
And kiss your crucifix; your boy's a certified sinner
[Chorus]
Lyrics submitted by devinelynew
Biters Block Lyrics as written by Disashi Lumumba-kasongo David Katz
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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