@[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.
In the guts of a ship in the middle of the sea
Stands a ring for the rivals for everyone to see.
They spar around the center of their own duality.
The audience is full and pressed against the ropes,
Chanting for the blood of the loser of the bout.
The fighters are their fears and symbolize their hope,
They want to escape but there is no way out.
The speaker and the spoke, the axle and the wheel.
The teller and the tale, the flower and the bee.
The sword and the steel, the beast and the yoke.
The fish and the sea, the prisoner and the jail.
Like God asking Abraham to kill his only son,
He cries out for help, he stares at the sun.
He never gets an answer when the day finally comes.
When David fought Goliath he wasn't bound to lines.
Now he'll never hit his mark, his opponent makes the rules.
He's a servant to the story and a gallery's confines,
Drifting on a sea of words, trapped on a ship of fools.
The speaker and the spoke, the axle and the wheel.
The teller and the tale, the flower and the bee.
The sword and the steel, the beast and the yoke.
The fish and the sea, the prisoner and the jail.
Sinking on the ship of fools. Sinking on the ship of fools.
Sinking on the ship of fools. Sinking on the ship of fools.
You clamor for an outcome, a candid dénouement.
The hunger for a resolution manifests the end.
It concludes with an ovation, clap the blood off of your hands.
He knows he couldn't help her when she needed him the most.
What he gave her won't undo the one thing that he took.
He was the vine around a flower, love in a fatal dose,
So his story won't endure, the losers never write the books.
The speaker and the spoke, the axle and the wheel.
The teller and the tale, the flower and the bee.
The sword and the steel, the beast and the yoke.
The fish and the sea, the prisoner and the jail.
The fire and the smoke, the starved and the meal.
The head and the tail, the nut from the tree.
The wax and the seal, the dagger and the cloak.
The loss and the grief, the hammer and the nail.
Stands a ring for the rivals for everyone to see.
They spar around the center of their own duality.
The audience is full and pressed against the ropes,
Chanting for the blood of the loser of the bout.
The fighters are their fears and symbolize their hope,
They want to escape but there is no way out.
The speaker and the spoke, the axle and the wheel.
The teller and the tale, the flower and the bee.
The sword and the steel, the beast and the yoke.
The fish and the sea, the prisoner and the jail.
Like God asking Abraham to kill his only son,
He cries out for help, he stares at the sun.
He never gets an answer when the day finally comes.
When David fought Goliath he wasn't bound to lines.
Now he'll never hit his mark, his opponent makes the rules.
He's a servant to the story and a gallery's confines,
Drifting on a sea of words, trapped on a ship of fools.
The speaker and the spoke, the axle and the wheel.
The teller and the tale, the flower and the bee.
The sword and the steel, the beast and the yoke.
The fish and the sea, the prisoner and the jail.
Sinking on the ship of fools. Sinking on the ship of fools.
Sinking on the ship of fools. Sinking on the ship of fools.
You clamor for an outcome, a candid dénouement.
The hunger for a resolution manifests the end.
It concludes with an ovation, clap the blood off of your hands.
He knows he couldn't help her when she needed him the most.
What he gave her won't undo the one thing that he took.
He was the vine around a flower, love in a fatal dose,
So his story won't endure, the losers never write the books.
The speaker and the spoke, the axle and the wheel.
The teller and the tale, the flower and the bee.
The sword and the steel, the beast and the yoke.
The fish and the sea, the prisoner and the jail.
The fire and the smoke, the starved and the meal.
The head and the tail, the nut from the tree.
The wax and the seal, the dagger and the cloak.
The loss and the grief, the hammer and the nail.
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Ship of Fools Lyrics as written by Sandy Miranda Joshua Elliot Zucker
Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
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