In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
There are reporters and they want a story
Wanna talk about me, don’t know enough about me
There are reporters and they want a story
Wanna talk about me, don’t know enough about me
Hate again, it won’t make us dance, so save your breath on me
Don’t shake my hand and play my friend
It won’t take too long to see
How you throw dirt on me, cut me but I didn’t bleed
I’m still on my feet
Always want your head, but they love you when you’re dead
I’ve been on the run since I was young
There are reporters and they want a story
Wanna talk about me, don’t know enough about me
There are reporters and they want a story
Wanna talk about me, don’t know enough about me
It’s not making sense, I don’t take offence
You won’t make my mind for me
Now you’re on the fence cuz you played the bench
I’m on my game you’ll see
How you throw dirt on me, cut me but I didn’t bleed
I’m still on my feet
Now they want my head, but they’ll love me when I’m dead
I’ve been on the run since I was young
There are reporters and they want a story
Wanna talk about me, don’t know enough about me
There are reporters and they want a story
Wanna talk about me, don’t know enough about me
(keep talkin)
Don’t tie my nooses, don’t bother me
And it makes no sense when I hear your speak
Don’t tie my nooses, don’t make no sense
(keep talkin)
Don’t tie my nooses, don’t bother me
And it makes no sense when I hear your speak
Don’t tie my nooses, don’t make no sense
(keep talkin)
There are reporters
(keep talkin)
and they want a story
(keep talkin)
Wanna talk about me
(keep talkin)
don’t know enough about me
(keep talkin)
There are reporters
(keep talkin)
and they want a story
(keep talkin)
Wanna talk about me
(keep talkin)
don’t know enough about me
(keep talkin)
(keep talkin, keep talkin, keep talkin)
(keep talkin)
Wanna talk about me, don’t know enough about me
There are reporters and they want a story
Wanna talk about me, don’t know enough about me
Hate again, it won’t make us dance, so save your breath on me
Don’t shake my hand and play my friend
It won’t take too long to see
How you throw dirt on me, cut me but I didn’t bleed
I’m still on my feet
Always want your head, but they love you when you’re dead
I’ve been on the run since I was young
There are reporters and they want a story
Wanna talk about me, don’t know enough about me
There are reporters and they want a story
Wanna talk about me, don’t know enough about me
It’s not making sense, I don’t take offence
You won’t make my mind for me
Now you’re on the fence cuz you played the bench
I’m on my game you’ll see
How you throw dirt on me, cut me but I didn’t bleed
I’m still on my feet
Now they want my head, but they’ll love me when I’m dead
I’ve been on the run since I was young
There are reporters and they want a story
Wanna talk about me, don’t know enough about me
There are reporters and they want a story
Wanna talk about me, don’t know enough about me
(keep talkin)
Don’t tie my nooses, don’t bother me
And it makes no sense when I hear your speak
Don’t tie my nooses, don’t make no sense
(keep talkin)
Don’t tie my nooses, don’t bother me
And it makes no sense when I hear your speak
Don’t tie my nooses, don’t make no sense
(keep talkin)
There are reporters
(keep talkin)
and they want a story
(keep talkin)
Wanna talk about me
(keep talkin)
don’t know enough about me
(keep talkin)
There are reporters
(keep talkin)
and they want a story
(keep talkin)
Wanna talk about me
(keep talkin)
don’t know enough about me
(keep talkin)
(keep talkin, keep talkin, keep talkin)
(keep talkin)
Lyrics submitted by InsectTrappedInAmber
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