Watching the wipers squashing the leaves away.
Suddenly there in the road,
Is your old self trying to get out of the rain.
Mowing me over,
And towing the light away.
Somehow it just seems to fit,
With that old me trying to get back again.
Then all the voices begin,
Telling you things that aren't happening
(But they nig and they nag'til they're under your skin.)
You've really got to.
Remember yourself,
You've got a Fullhouse in your head tonight,
Remember yourself,
Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight.
Digging the knife in,
She loves to come for her ride,
Surely by now I should know,
I can control my highs and my lows,
By questioning all that I do,
Examining every move,
Trying to get back to the rudiments,
(If they nig and they nag, I'II just put in the boot.)
A brilliant cinematic song, packed with so many sensible insights.
Opens with a scene from a black and white thriller/horror (reflecting confusion and a shaken sense of self)… Driving alone on a rainy night… alone, except for her expansive troubled mind (crowded head)… She knows she must work on herself… to move forward through conflict…
Her mind’s eye sees (reflects on) her old crying foolish self, the mistake-maker. The ‘I am my enemy, mowing me over’ … The paranoid ‘I’ whose imagination gets her into trouble, ‘towing the light away’ …
She tells herself to remember the confused state she’s in! Not to let it happen again! To learn not to repeat mistakes. To leave behind silly patterns. To keep an eye on the ball so not to let mistaken ways back in again… She must keep a grip on her emotions, her spite, and her crazy imagination…
I think this is about some sort of mental illness.
How you fight against it and how it always comes back.