@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
I can see it in your eyes
I can hear it in your voice
The signs are obvious that all we had has run its course
I don't mind giving up the upper hand in this little charade
Well I spent too many nights on the floor
Waiting for something inside you to change
Don't look back in anger now its all that you can see
'Cause angers all I got to keep me warm when your away
Well, I know that this is nothing new
But tonight it's all I know
Disconnect myself from your memory
I'll never feel anything at all
To justify with all your words
Don't mean anything to me
'Cause I've cut you off
I cut you off
So here we stand and face each other
We've got nothing to say
A flashback to another time
When silence was a welcome friend
And now I'm sorry I can never really say
All the things going on inside my head
Silence is a justified expression of my war
Now, nothing's like it was before
Don't look back in anger
Now it's all that you could say?
'Cause anger's all I got to keep me warm when you're away
And all your words
And all your actions don't mean anything to me
'Cause I've cut you off
Don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger, it's just a memory
And I'm sorry I could never really say (don't look back in anger)
All the things going on inside my head (don't look back in anger)
Silence is a justified expression of my war now (don't look back in anger)
Nothing's like it was before (it's just a memory)
No, it's easy to forget your face
And it's easy to survive in this place without you
Without you
I just comb my hair and wash my face
Keep straight ahead and keep my pace
Don't think about nothing
And my days will be alright
Well I got my friends, got my pen
Got a million distractions to keep me warm
And I know that I'll be alright
And I'll be alright
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I can hear it in your voice
The signs are obvious that all we had has run its course
I don't mind giving up the upper hand in this little charade
Well I spent too many nights on the floor
Waiting for something inside you to change
Don't look back in anger now its all that you can see
'Cause angers all I got to keep me warm when your away
Well, I know that this is nothing new
But tonight it's all I know
Disconnect myself from your memory
I'll never feel anything at all
To justify with all your words
Don't mean anything to me
'Cause I've cut you off
I cut you off
So here we stand and face each other
We've got nothing to say
A flashback to another time
When silence was a welcome friend
And now I'm sorry I can never really say
All the things going on inside my head
Silence is a justified expression of my war
Now, nothing's like it was before
Don't look back in anger
Now it's all that you could say?
'Cause anger's all I got to keep me warm when you're away
And all your words
And all your actions don't mean anything to me
'Cause I've cut you off
Don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger, it's just a memory
And I'm sorry I could never really say (don't look back in anger)
All the things going on inside my head (don't look back in anger)
Silence is a justified expression of my war now (don't look back in anger)
Nothing's like it was before (it's just a memory)
No, it's easy to forget your face
And it's easy to survive in this place without you
Without you
I just comb my hair and wash my face
Keep straight ahead and keep my pace
Don't think about nothing
And my days will be alright
Well I got my friends, got my pen
Got a million distractions to keep me warm
And I know that I'll be alright
And I'll be alright
The list of human beings taking the repeated doses
Need the individuals or preferably the time and places where briefly used
Lyrics submitted by imapunxlvr
Matchbook Lyrics as written by Robert J Ramos Jordan Lieberman
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
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Agreed. The live in a dive version gave me goosebumps the first time I heard it. One of my favorite Strung Out songs. And of course just like everyone else I can relate to this song so well. My take on the name Matchbook is just that. A frail book of paper and wood, packed with a burning agent and complete with a strike pad on the back to start your own fire. Everything in a matchbook is used for its own self destruction. What happens if you hold one of the matches up to the others after its lit? POOF! everything up and smoke... just a memory.