And you say: Let me out the bottle
Make me into someone
[A bottle of liquor is the answer this person choses to give their life meaning and existence, or at least dim the lack of it]
You can give me life [Or semblance of life]
And I'll trade
The potion you embody [the potion it embodies is indeed life, or a healing elixer, something helpful] with
Trips down the well [going the opposite direction of what is wanted] and a swing from a necktie remedy, necktie remedy.
[I see this in two ways. the first being the most plausable: That alcohol is the remedy for the necktie, or an escape from everyday life, and since the song is about escapism, this is likely. The second way is I visualize someone patching up something using a necktie, obviously the wrong choice of tool but effective none the less.]
You can give me life...
Let me in, Let me in
You'll raise your drinks up high
You'll raise your drinks up high
[Like a toast]
You say: "The sugarcube mixture saves the day."
You say: "The green cloudy waters will take you away."
[As snarerushjunkie mentioned, this is indeed referring to Absinth, a popular drink for artists as the herbs and wormwood it is formed out of enhance one's artistic ablity, used by Vincent Van Gohe regularly]
But when dawn floods in
With the day
[Coming out of the inebriated state, not a "high" per say, more of an imagined high]
The journey I imagined [Illusion of progress] brought
Me right back here to a swing from a necktie remedie, necktie remedie [escapism again, even the excuse of "art" doesn't conceal escapism, call a spade a spade]
You can give me life...
Let me in, it's cold in this abyss
Let me in cause it's cold
You'll raise your drinks up high and swallow to forget
You'll raise your drinks up high
We'll swallow to forget
Let me in.
[Pretty self explanatory in the context of alcohol, for anyone who's indulged, it's nice.]
You'll be vacant
Repossessed
For those moments
(That you) occupy me.
Now let's make me something in and of myself
And become the cataclysmic reality
So far beyond the symptom, I, limitless when you empower me
Because habit takes root in decision
And you can bet that I can wait
If you can
For the moment when you need a little pick me up
A little bump
A little boost
A little helping hand.
[This is inebriation talking, it's enticing.]
Let me in, it's cold in this abyss
Let me in cause it's cold
You'll raise your drinks up high and swallow to forget
You'll raise your drinks up high
And swallow to forget
You say: Make me into something Give me a body
[Asking for a meaning, an existence]
And you say: Let me out the bottle Make me into someone
[A bottle of liquor is the answer this person choses to give their life meaning and existence, or at least dim the lack of it]
You can give me life [Or semblance of life] And I'll trade The potion you embody [the potion it embodies is indeed life, or a healing elixer, something helpful] with Trips down the well [going the opposite direction of what is wanted] and a swing from a necktie remedy, necktie remedy.
[I see this in two ways. the first being the most plausable: That alcohol is the remedy for the necktie, or an escape from everyday life, and since the song is about escapism, this is likely. The second way is I visualize someone patching up something using a necktie, obviously the wrong choice of tool but effective none the less.]
You can give me life...
Let me in, Let me in You'll raise your drinks up high You'll raise your drinks up high
[Like a toast]
You say: "The sugarcube mixture saves the day." You say: "The green cloudy waters will take you away."
[As snarerushjunkie mentioned, this is indeed referring to Absinth, a popular drink for artists as the herbs and wormwood it is formed out of enhance one's artistic ablity, used by Vincent Van Gohe regularly]
But when dawn floods in With the day
[Coming out of the inebriated state, not a "high" per say, more of an imagined high]
The journey I imagined [Illusion of progress] brought Me right back here to a swing from a necktie remedie, necktie remedie [escapism again, even the excuse of "art" doesn't conceal escapism, call a spade a spade]
You can give me life...
Let me in, it's cold in this abyss Let me in cause it's cold You'll raise your drinks up high and swallow to forget You'll raise your drinks up high We'll swallow to forget
Let me in.
[Pretty self explanatory in the context of alcohol, for anyone who's indulged, it's nice.]
You'll be vacant Repossessed For those moments (That you) occupy me.
Now let's make me something in and of myself And become the cataclysmic reality So far beyond the symptom, I, limitless when you empower me Because habit takes root in decision And you can bet that I can wait If you can For the moment when you need a little pick me up A little bump A little boost A little helping hand.
[This is inebriation talking, it's enticing.]
Let me in, it's cold in this abyss Let me in cause it's cold You'll raise your drinks up high and swallow to forget You'll raise your drinks up high And swallow to forget
You'll raise your drinks up high