@[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.
Your ritual everyday
A mild shower soak in aftershave
Best clothes do your best
Look in the mirror go on
Belittle yourself yourself yourself
Belittle yourself yourself yourself
You go on day after day
Dreaming on a lie
That you keep locked inside
Of yourself, yourself, yourself
Of yourself, yourself, yourself
Can you sleep tonight
Cast aside for some pouting young pup
Sink into a slurred veneer
Alcoholic haze so now
Least you can like yourself yourself
Least you can like yourself yourself
You go on day after day
Reservoirs of guilt
That your fixed grin always hides
And yourself, yourself, yourself
Of yourself, yourself, yourself
And yourself, yourself, yourself
Of yourself, yourself, yourself
Yourself
You look at ads all day
Everyone is perfect and you're so lame
Free scent burns your skin
But no smell can really cover sin
Too many teenage holes to fill
Too many teenage holes to fill
You go on day after day
Speak to your despised
Blanking your loved ones
And yourself, yourself, yourself
Of yourself, yourself, yourself
And yourself, yourself
A mild shower soak in aftershave
Best clothes do your best
Look in the mirror go on
Belittle yourself yourself yourself
Belittle yourself yourself yourself
You go on day after day
Dreaming on a lie
That you keep locked inside
Of yourself, yourself, yourself
Of yourself, yourself, yourself
Can you sleep tonight
Cast aside for some pouting young pup
Sink into a slurred veneer
Alcoholic haze so now
Least you can like yourself yourself
Least you can like yourself yourself
You go on day after day
Reservoirs of guilt
That your fixed grin always hides
And yourself, yourself, yourself
Of yourself, yourself, yourself
And yourself, yourself, yourself
Of yourself, yourself, yourself
Yourself
You look at ads all day
Everyone is perfect and you're so lame
Free scent burns your skin
But no smell can really cover sin
Too many teenage holes to fill
Too many teenage holes to fill
You go on day after day
Speak to your despised
Blanking your loved ones
And yourself, yourself, yourself
Of yourself, yourself, yourself
And yourself, yourself
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Yourself Lyrics as written by Marshal Kent Dutton Jeremy F Coan
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"Wherever Richey is now, thank god he gave us these lyrics before he went."<br /> <br /> I agree. Good interpretation.
It's mainly about self disgust. it depends how u look at it whether ur singing about yourself or to someone else. But is still about disgust. Altho from what the manics have said it is about self disgust. Looking in the mirror every day trying to convince yourself you look ok just so you can get throught the day. When deep inside you know your just a flabby piece of shit.
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Pretty straightforward, I think. This song is one of my favorites, I wish that MSP still wrote songs of this style.
I think it's about the desire to conform, and to be accepted. The line about rituals depresses the hell out of me - get up, fit in, same old routine, routine, routine.
Sort of. I think its saying that there's all these rituals and routines, everyone does them, and we all hate it, but because it's what everyone else does, we think we have no choice but to do the same. The fact that we're subjecting ourselves to all this crap and not enjoying it, that makes us feel bad about ourselves, because we feel that this should be the sort of thing we aspire to, only when we acchieve it, it doesn't feel all that good.
It can be interprated as vanity. How you're never satisfied with your own appearence and personality so try harder and harder to fit in. Leading to depression and ignorance.
Been there
Well I think everyone can relate to this song. It's pretty straightforward - sounds definitely like a Richey lyric.
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This song actually scares me because its just so true and i love the "of yourself" part,such powerful lyrics and music! Hail the manics for best songs ever!