Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. We're told to strive for some sort of ideal life, which includes getting a good job, being kind to everyone, finding a partner, getting married, having a couple kids, living in a quiet neighborhood in a nice big house, etc. But in Fitter, Happier the narrator(?) realizes that it's incredibly robotic to live this life. People are being used by those in power "like a pig in a cage on antibiotics"--being pacified with things like new phones and cool gadgets and houses while being sucked dry. On No Surprises, the narrator is realizing how this life is killing him slowly. In the video, his helmet is slowly filling up with water, drowning him. But he's so complacent with it. This is a good summary of the song. This boring, "perfect" life foisted upon us by some higher powers (not spiritual, but political, economic, etc. politicians and businessmen, perhaps) is not the way to live. But there is seemingly no way out but death. He'd rather die peacefully right now than live in this cage. While our lives are often shielded, we're in our own protective bubbles, or protective helmets like the one Thom wears, if we look a little harder we can see all the corruption, lies, manipulation, etc. that is going on in the world, often run by huge yet nearly invisible organizations, corporations, and 'leaders'. It's a very hopeless song because it reflects real life.
When you tucked my tails,
smoothed my hair,
on the steps of the Metropolitan
I was holding my breath,
hedging my bets,
heavy on speculation
that you were inviting me in
to wander the lengths of your hallowed halls,
to be lectured on the dangers
of sinking ships.
"I'll be quiet, sir. I won't say nothing at all."
But couldn't you just get lost in this watery grave?
Standing on the decks of sinking ships
hands on my shoulders
you're steering me.
But couldn't you just get lost
on the pitch and roll of these waves?
So many sailors lost to this drunken sea.
So says the ocean: "What's that got to do with me?"
I found you lost
in front of some spill of brilliant oils
all hemmed in by gilded frames
and filigreed names;
a blush of cooling flesh.
And then you say flip,
some general spill of devotion
all whistled through your crooked teeth.
I never noticed your crooked teeth.
You're crying but you've never met.
"Well, that's the point I guess.
You missed the point I guess."
I missed the point, I guess.
"Well here's my point I guess:
her back is broken she washed up a mess.
Well, here's my point I guess:
What's she got to do with me?
Well, here's my point I guess:
her back is broken and I run free."
Little stallion kicking up the sand:
run free.
The cockles aren't giving up their pearls
and this is free.
So many pearls, so many pearls, so many tossed off.
But couldn't you just get lost
on this swollen sea?
Standing on the deck of sinking ships,
hands on my shoulders
you're steering me.
But couldn't you just get lost
on the pitch and the roll and the sway?
So many sailors lost to this drunken sea.
So says the ocean: "What's that got to do with me?"
So many sailors lost to this drunken sea.
So many sailors lost to me...
smoothed my hair,
on the steps of the Metropolitan
I was holding my breath,
hedging my bets,
heavy on speculation
that you were inviting me in
to wander the lengths of your hallowed halls,
to be lectured on the dangers
of sinking ships.
"I'll be quiet, sir. I won't say nothing at all."
But couldn't you just get lost in this watery grave?
Standing on the decks of sinking ships
hands on my shoulders
you're steering me.
But couldn't you just get lost
on the pitch and roll of these waves?
So many sailors lost to this drunken sea.
So says the ocean: "What's that got to do with me?"
I found you lost
in front of some spill of brilliant oils
all hemmed in by gilded frames
and filigreed names;
a blush of cooling flesh.
And then you say flip,
some general spill of devotion
all whistled through your crooked teeth.
I never noticed your crooked teeth.
You're crying but you've never met.
"Well, that's the point I guess.
You missed the point I guess."
I missed the point, I guess.
"Well here's my point I guess:
her back is broken she washed up a mess.
Well, here's my point I guess:
What's she got to do with me?
Well, here's my point I guess:
her back is broken and I run free."
Little stallion kicking up the sand:
run free.
The cockles aren't giving up their pearls
and this is free.
So many pearls, so many pearls, so many tossed off.
But couldn't you just get lost
on this swollen sea?
Standing on the deck of sinking ships,
hands on my shoulders
you're steering me.
But couldn't you just get lost
on the pitch and the roll and the sway?
So many sailors lost to this drunken sea.
So says the ocean: "What's that got to do with me?"
So many sailors lost to this drunken sea.
So many sailors lost to me...
Lyrics submitted by cooperf4
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Life is a great teacher for everyone. But I also think the time one goes to school/college/university is crucial because that's when the basic worldview is formed. I'm a student and I can say that sometimes learning is not easy, so I often use uk.edubirdie.com/physics-help it for some complex tasks. Writing papers isn't my strong suit, so that's an advantage. I believe we should learn every day of our lives.