Let's Lightning

I'm pretty sure these are the definitive lyrics

I'm addicted to electric pulses, I'm addicted to electric pulses, How? Let's see.

All decisions crowded out by voices, All decisions crowded out by voices, Not for me.

Now, I'm incapable; I live by habit. Oh, I'm incapable; I live by habit. Not today.

Life's uncomfortable if I don't grab it Oh, life's uncomfortable if I don't grab it So, I say:

Aren't you sick of being automatic? And you wanna have it your way, always? Aren't you sick of being automatic? Somethings wrong with me, I've gotta pull it out

I'm changing, turning corners, This town aint big enough for me. I'm fussing over problems, I'm stepping to the n'th degree.

I'm writing diaries saying "I can't stand it." I'm writing diaries saying "I can't stand it," openly.

Now I'm a hero for the old romantics. And, I'm a hero for the old romantics. Do you think that means?

Oh aren't you sick of being automatic? And don't you wanna have it your way, always? Aren't you sick of being automatic? Somethings wrong with me, I've gotta pull it out.

I'm changing, turning corners, This town ain't big enough for me. And I'm fussing over problems, I'm stepping to the n'th degree.

Aren't you sick of being automatic? Oh, aren't you sick of being automatic? And aren't you sick of being automatic? Aren't you sick of being automatic?

I'm setting more examples than anyone'd ever dream. I'm shaking, lighting candles I'm drawing lines no-one can see. And now I'm sitting upright, I'm taking every second in, I'm turning off my spotlight, I'm crying at the state I'm in. And now I'm floating upwards, I'm watching everybody see, My body bending backwards, But no one's bending over me.

I tried my best, I'm giving in, a concious thing, it's over. All these mistakes: a learning process I resent, it's over. I've tried my best, I'm giving in, a concious thing, it's over. All these mistakes: a learning process I resent, it's over (now).

And the meaning?

Routine? Break it. Mass opinion? Have your own. Fairness? It doesn't exist, don't rely on it. Consumerism? Sight, sound, smell, fear - buy these electric pulses now! Dissatisfied? Change your life. Make it interesting. Stop living for others. Go against what you're told. Make your own decisions. Actually live. (now)

i love the lyrics to this song, and i guess i think it is talking about being different not one of the crowd [or one of the automatics] but then its about a struggle inside about weather this is the right way to be, i kinda got that feeling anyway in the way he's asking for reassurance [arnt YOU sick of being automatic] but yeah fundementally it about breaking out, everything is to routine and small...he needs more and as out to get it.

hmmmm

hey mate of the state,i think u got a lot of lyrics wrong dude but nice try,this song is a m a zing

tooooooooo many mistakes =]

pretty sure its "im writing diaries saying i cant stand it" or something like that and "im a hero for the old romantics"

but yeah sorry... but its FULL of mistakes =] but this song is soooooo gooooooooood

I'm addicted to electric pulses, I'm addicted to electric pulses, How ? Let's see. All decisions crowded out by voices, All decisions crowded out by voices, not from me.

Oh, i'm incapable, i live by habit Oh, i'm incapable, i live by habit consciously

Life's accountable if i don't grab it Oh, life's accountable if i don't grab it cant you see

Aren''t you sick of being automatic? Don't you wanna have it your way, always ? Aren't you sick of being automatic ? Somethings wrong with me, I'm gonna pull it out

I'm changing, Turning corners, This town ain't big enough for me I forcing over problems I'm stepping to the n'th degree

I'm writing diaries saying "I can't stand it." I'm writing diaries saying "I can't stand it." Openly

Coz I'm a hero of the old romantics I'm a hero of the old romantics

Oh aren''t you sick of being automatic? Don't you wanna have it your way, always ? Aren't you sick of being automatic ? Somethings wrong with me, I'm gonna pull it out

I'm changing, Turning corners, This town ain't big enough for me I'm forcing over problems I'm stepping to the n'th degree

Oh aren't you sick of being automatic [x4]

I'm setting more examples Than anyone'd ever dream I'm shaking, lighting candles I'm drawing lines no-one can see I'm sitting oh so upright I'm taking every second in I'm turning off my standby I'm crying at the state i'm in And now i'm floating upwards I watching everyone to see My body bending backwards But no ones bending over me

Oh, bending over me. Yeah, bending over me. Oh, bending over me. [Bending over me]

Oh, i tried my best I'm giving in, a conscious thing "It's over" All these mistakes a learning process I resent It's over Now

its a good, good song. the lyrics kinda make it, though, so getting them wrong you dont relly get the full effect. these are the lyrics off the single sleeve

This song hit me when my parents divorced. It was just how I was feeling. My whole life had just been lived by habit and other people's decisions and I was being expected to go along with these things. Noone was accountable, it was just a problem that happened and noone's fault and I had to be strong for my younger brothers. The line about stepping to the nth degree was really personal and funny because my dad kept saying I had to step up to the plate which is his was of saying you have to face your problems head on and it was like, I'm not just stepping up to the plate, I'm stepping beyond the plate and noone cares. The lines about writing diaries and being a hero for the old romantics makes a lot of sense to me too. Its a strong song.

This just hit me the other day as I was singing it nonchalantly, but, parts remind me of how it feels having an obsessive compulsive disorder.

First let's just run down the basics, one aspect of this is you feel compelled to do odd things, sort of ritually. Such as, blinking at things. Or just touching certain objects. I will explain a few lines in reference to this...

"I'm incapable, I live by habit."

Because you feel incapable to stop doing the things you do 'compulsively'. They become a habit.

"I'm writing diaries saying 'I can't stand it.' I'm writing diaries saying 'I can't stand it.'"

He can't stand having this problem....

"I'm shaking, lighting candles I'm drawing lines no-one can see."

These could be his 'rituals'.

"Aren't you sick of being automatic? Don't you want to have it your way, always? Something's wrong with me."

It feels like you 'automatically' do these things. It doesn't feel like you actually HAVE a decision to make about it, you just do them and you can't stop it.

Before the whole OCD theory, this part of the song first made me think of people who live life doing what is normal and expected of them. They just do it sort of automatically, without thinking that don't have to live like this, they can do what they want.. 'have their way'.