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"
Misery is all we know lately
Saturdays are all the same
Sympathy is overrated
Like a snapshot when you've lost the game
Now it's all the funeral
I've become a serial
Killer of us both
Now it's all the funeral
I've become a serial
Killer of us both
No, I
Don't want to get thrown in your ocean
Don't try
You know that we already know it
It's over
At your own burial
Don't forget to cry
At your own burial
Licking up my eighty-first birthday
Every day this body goes to waste
Remembering how I would raise an army
When we went back to your place
Now it's all the funeral
I've become a serial
Killer of us both
Now it's all the funeral
I've become a serial
Killer of us both
No, I
Don't want to get thrown in your ocean
Don't try
You know that we already know it
It's over
At your own burial
Don't forget to cry
At your own burial
At your own burial
Don't forget to cry
At your own burial
Saturdays are all the same
Sympathy is overrated
Like a snapshot when you've lost the game
Now it's all the funeral
I've become a serial
Killer of us both
Now it's all the funeral
I've become a serial
Killer of us both
No, I
Don't want to get thrown in your ocean
Don't try
You know that we already know it
It's over
At your own burial
Don't forget to cry
At your own burial
Licking up my eighty-first birthday
Every day this body goes to waste
Remembering how I would raise an army
When we went back to your place
Now it's all the funeral
I've become a serial
Killer of us both
Now it's all the funeral
I've become a serial
Killer of us both
No, I
Don't want to get thrown in your ocean
Don't try
You know that we already know it
It's over
At your own burial
Don't forget to cry
At your own burial
At your own burial
Don't forget to cry
At your own burial
Lyrics submitted by heathereve
Burial Lyrics as written by Christian Karlsson Andrew Wyatt Blakemore
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
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Great version of a great song,
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I'm surprised how wrong you all are. Not to be offensive, sorry. "Misery is all we know lately Saturdays are all the same Sympathy is overrated Like a snapshot when you've lost the game" The relationship has failed and sympathizing with the other will not resolve conflicts so deeply rooted. No matter the level of understanding-- The differences are irreconcilable. We have lost. "Now it's all the funeral I've become a serial Killer of us both Now it's all the funeral I've become a serial Killer of us both" I have to call it here. It's done. Commence the funeral to grieve and cope what we once had because there is no further to go. "No, I Don't want to get thrown in your ocean Don't try You know that we already know it It's over" I pretty literal statement. I am not a fish in your sea. We are not only done here but there is no possibility in the future either. "At your own burial Don't forget to cry At your own burial" CRY! There is something to grieve at the loss of what we had. Cope with the loss and don't have hope of this ever returning. "Licking up my eighty-first birthday Every day this body goes to waste Remembering how I would raise an army When we went back to your place" Now I am worn... I have been wearing down for so long and my starry eyed youth will not return. Once I had the energy to fight for anything, but now I begrudgingly accept that there's nothing left to that man.
a pretty literal<br /> left to that man I once was.
@aaronsc cool, sounds spot on to me...<br /> i'm kinda wondering about the "snapshot when you've lost the game"...i am not thinking it has any significant meaning to the OVERALL meaning of the song...so it's kinda irrelevant but i'm curious, it mean?<br /> ok, a snapshot, that'd be a photo, is overrated when you've lost the game, so like you don't want a picture of a moment in a game you lost? That seems to be the only meaning, interesting that for his comparison of how overrated sympathy between them was, he chose something so arbitrary...bcse personally i wouldn't mind a snapshot of a game i was in where i lost, especially if it was doing something cool... So this one is going over my head or making me scratch it. For such deliberate lyrics...seems like an odd choice. But, i have faith i'm missing something, or i'm just a lot more vain than other people but i even like barrel shots of barrels i didn't come out of. THey ARE overrated though...anyway, not criticising, how could you?!
since we're being sticklers on our sentences:<br /> *any significant affect on the OVERALL meaning of the song
@CaptSibigeuon <br /> Sympathy towards a past event that cannot be changed is like a person who is sad while looking at the picture of a lost game. It's okay to be sad from time to time while viewing this picture "don't forget to cry", but don't let that sympathy turn to misery that will consume your whole life-- Blending together every day to be the same tragic mundane existence out of sadness, each saturday to saturday. On my 81st Birthday as an old man I will sit at the end of the line and view the happier moments with nostalgia.<br /> <br /> The picture of the game lost holds a lot of meaning to this song, because it was in that mental snapshot the other person decided to live forever in sorrow. They never viewed it as a funeral to a lost time to then move on. They improperly treated it as a death of self. On the other hand, he "licks up" his 81st birthday. He lives up to it despite while he goes to waste, he lived through the misery and joy to still be able to recall that joy in the end. To view something nostalgically and to view something in sympathy is a very different beast.<br /> <br /> It's good that you like the pictures of a game lost. You enjoy living no matter the outcome. Many will be destroyed in those moments and find it hard to carry on. We should always enjoy those snapshots. The depth/passion of every moment (even those containing misery) is such an intricate experience to live, as long as you remember to live/experience them fully. Without those moments and without those moments ensured as passing, a person has yet to live a REAL life at all.<br /> <br /> Sorry, I can type for hours on Miike Snow's lyrics. One of the few artists that carries a real depth to their lyrics, and done so beautifully at that.
When relationships end, to the person being dumped it can feel like their life is over and the other person killed them and/or the relationship. To the person ending the relationship it can be a relief, even if there were strong feelings at the start.
"Misery is all we know lately, Saturdays are all the same. Sympathy is overrated, Like a snapshot when you've lost the game."
"Now it's all the funeral, I've become a serial, Killer of us both"
"No, I Don't want to get thrown in your ocean. Don't try, You know that we already know it.. It's over"
"At your own burial, Don't forget to cry, At your own burial"
"Licking up my eighty-first birthday, Every day this body goes to waste. Remembering how I would raise an army, When we went back to your place"
@dkrauter i think he meant "raising an army" like, they would seriously get it on, in an "intimate sense" when they got back to her place...i've never heard the term "raise an army" used in either sense...in the usa we just mean like we're going to war when we say that i guess. hahaha (sad)<br /> urs makes more sense. since he'd probably call it "raising a soldier" vs "an army" if he meant it the way i though...<br /> I would like to add though, even though yes we are addressing a fictional narrative poem... jeeze, imagine-he's now 81 and what he recalls the fights? I sure do hope they broke up like when he was 79 and a half...that'd be acceptable but still already time to let go. otherwise, what a bitter old guy....we really should not hang on to the negative parts of the distant past. It severly affects your ability to have a positive outlook on your life- i am speaking from experience. First, your most likely just bitter at urself anyway...so immediately address that, and then, just keep the memories of the good stuff in the forefront of your mind, because after all, you were just having a go, first time and all...it never works out perfectly. Good enough has to be that.
@CaptSibigeu I am also from the states(midwest) and I'm pretty sure than in no language does "Raise and army" mean have sex. It either means that he is preparing to go to war(have a big fight) or that he is building up defences because he expects an attack is comming. <br /> To me, "licking up my 81st birthday" means he's licking his wounds on his 81st birthday and you dont have to be dark or jaded to remember past mistakes/things that you wish would have gone differently or relationships that you stayed in too long.
this song is so good. they will be huge
agree with baboxbabo, they will be huge indeed. the album is amazing.
Pretty sure it's: "now it's all the funeral, I become a serial killer of us both"
It's about a couple starting to fall apart.
"now it's all the funeral, I become THE serial killer of us both"
"now it's all A funeral, I become THE serial killer of us both"
I was very confused as to this song meaning but on watching the amazing video:
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I'm thinking this song is about making the most out of your life, there is hope... You only have one chance, don't forget... I think, don't forget to cry at your own burial could have a double meaning...
Don't cry out of guilt that you where old and did nothing with your life... And, a message to say, you've everperiamced so much, cry from happiness...
I know you may think this is wrong but I think the videos ten to reflect the aong meaning sometimes and that's the message I picked up, maybe it's just how I'm feeling at the moment!!!
Death will you take me tonight? It's like a lover taking their target. Dying is guaranteed for those who are born. It's a Damn sure thing. That'd really a comforting thought. It's reassurance.
Burial =Your wedding day
When I listen to this song I think he's scrutinizing marriage and pointing out that many things have to get "buried" when you make that decision. Many couples will have a great relationship at the beginning, but as soon as they get married it's like the fire goes out. Something dies. I think that's what the song is about.
At the beginning of the song he talks about being miserable with the same "routine" monotonous Saturdays. Obviously once you are married Saturday nights are no longer about going out, beer drinking, or a night out on the town. They are routine married things that you do as a couple. I actually feel sorry for my friends that choose to get married and I think the artist touches on that stating that "sympathy is overrated" because the game is over. They then go on to say "I don't want to get thrown in your ocean" - to me it's the new world of doing "married" things with married friends versus hanging around your single friends doing single things. I have seen it time and time again, once a friend gets married it's like they are no longer allowed to hang out with the "singles" because your single people and married people just do different things. They will soon get thrown into a ocean of doing things with "married" friends. Thus, that part of both of their lives is over.
The artist also talks about growing old and his body going to waste-touching on the fact that they will be bound by marriage for a lifetime, or until divorce. But before they were married, he would "raise an army" when they went back to her place...touching more on the idea that something dies and gets buried when you get married. The excitement is gone.
Thus the "burial" is actually your wedding day, which you should certainly cry. I think the reason the artist is hinting at is not the one most people would suspect.
So I'm at a cafe, explaining to a friend my plan to commit suicide on my 80th birthday, pay for a wake on a cruise ship, invite everyone I've ever known, and then have the cruise ship sink with everyone on it; two hours later that friend comes across this song. Mike, you seem to have borrowed my idea. I hope you won't object when I use your song to narrate the movie retelling of my epic suicide-homicide. I would invite you to the wake, but now you know my plan.
Ahem. Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude, but I just felt that I should point out a few things to you. I came here to check the lyrics of this song, one of my favorites on the album, and as always, I scrolled down to read a few of the comments below. I'm going to assume that you are not an avid fan of Miike Snow, but I feel that you should know these following things. Not only does 'Miike Snow' have two i's, but 'Miike Snow' is not a person. It is a group based in Stockholm, and its members are Christian Karlsson, Pontus Winnberg, and Andrew Wyatt. Also, I don't believe that you will be able to score a film, or direct one for that matter, when you are dead. I also don't think any of the members of Miike Snow are planning to invite all of their friends and family on a cruise ship in order to sink it and kill them all.