Have you ever heard voices? Not just in your head but people on the street.. talking about you; sometimes subtle, sometimes not so subtle. Ever wonder if they can read your mind? If they can, then why not deafen them? This song, in my opinion, is about a defense mechanism.
"Like harvest moon o'er my head...
That Billboard prose shines on me...
It's been so long since my Telstar"
Harvest moons are bright, orange, and sometimes associated with occult/strange happenings. Perhaps FB is feeling a bit tormented; his demons or angels are bothering him because it's been so long since his first and or last big hit. Just my interpretation.
Have you ever heard voices? Not just in your head but people on the street.. talking about you; sometimes subtle, sometimes not so subtle. Ever wonder if they can read your mind? If they can, then why not deafen them? This song, in my opinion, is about a defense mechanism.
"Like harvest moon o'er my head... That Billboard prose shines on me... It's been so long since my Telstar"
Harvest moons are bright, orange, and sometimes associated with occult/strange happenings. Perhaps FB is feeling a bit tormented; his demons or angels are bothering him because it's been so long since his first and or last big hit. Just my interpretation.