@[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.
Smoke and mirrors on a vanity stage,
assembled for one function.
A cookie cutter caffeinated teen,
deployed for mass consumption.
Have you ever wanted something more?
Something different from the same old sad display?
Your voice is too loud to ignore.
I remember when the song was all we had.
So when did rock-n-roll become this fucking fashion show?
You talk so much but you dont understand.
Thats what I think about it!
A million ankles grabbing knuckles white,
await a public fisting.
They push the product, shoveled down your throat
just to show you nothings missing.
Have you ever wanted something real?
Somehow sounding different starts to sound the same.
So when did rock-n-roll become this fucking fashion show?
You talk so much but you dont understand.
I'll smash my radio devoid of any heart and soul,
so now you know exactly how I feel.
That's what I think about it!
Is there anyone whos tired of being used?
Is there anyone who's sick of the abuse?
So don't apologize for what you can't excuse.
Don't thow this all away.
So when did rock-n-roll become this fucking fashion show?
It's all so wrong. Why dont you understand?
I'll smash my radio devoid of any heart and soul,
so now you know exactly how I feel.
That's what I think about it.
That's what I think about you.
assembled for one function.
A cookie cutter caffeinated teen,
deployed for mass consumption.
Have you ever wanted something more?
Something different from the same old sad display?
Your voice is too loud to ignore.
I remember when the song was all we had.
So when did rock-n-roll become this fucking fashion show?
You talk so much but you dont understand.
Thats what I think about it!
A million ankles grabbing knuckles white,
await a public fisting.
They push the product, shoveled down your throat
just to show you nothings missing.
Have you ever wanted something real?
Somehow sounding different starts to sound the same.
So when did rock-n-roll become this fucking fashion show?
You talk so much but you dont understand.
I'll smash my radio devoid of any heart and soul,
so now you know exactly how I feel.
That's what I think about it!
Is there anyone whos tired of being used?
Is there anyone who's sick of the abuse?
So don't apologize for what you can't excuse.
Don't thow this all away.
So when did rock-n-roll become this fucking fashion show?
It's all so wrong. Why dont you understand?
I'll smash my radio devoid of any heart and soul,
so now you know exactly how I feel.
That's what I think about it.
That's what I think about you.
Lyrics submitted by samfish
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