I agree with screamingly, in that, it has to do with a loss of control. I wonder if it's more than a loss of control because of the generational position she's in.
For me, this song speaks about social justice in general. My god, trying to discuss any kind of social justice whether it relates to poverty, sexuality, race, gender, disability, etc, it's just so damn tiring. The scream (passion and sincerity) become a yawn (burn-out, "nothing will ever change" mentality). I relate to this song so fully because of that.
When I get, to the bottom of it I sink, seems like nothing I said ever meant anything (unless people want to understand, they don't.. and it's so depressing.. trying to bring a world together that so hates itself.. the feeling is perfectly described as sinking and no matter how thoroughly or respectfully you try to explain something, it seems like it just never meant anything to the person on the other side.)
But a headline over my head (often times when trying to point out inequalities you get slandered "You're just jealous" "you need to work harder" "you're making things up!" etc, etc. We see it constantly in media)
Thought I made a stand, only made a scene (you hope to explain, understand, and create change, but all you end up doing is having some asinine facebook argument that no one learns anything from in the end).
There's no feast for the underfed (those in poverty don't actually gain anything from your simple statements)
All the unknown dying or dead, keep showing up in my dreams, they stand at the end of my bed (again, whatever you do to try and help, you still can't help the millions of people out there facing inequity).
Have I ever really helped anybody but myself, to believe in the power of songs, to believe in the power of girls? (Maybe my statements and assertions don't effect anyone but me. Maybe, no matter what I say, no one hears it, I'm just teaching myself by becoming educated enough to disagree with the dominant discourse over time with research. Maybe no one but me is learning from any of this.)
Thought the point we're making is strong, play it stripped down to my bones (strong point, completely vulnerable)
I'll shut up and carry on, the scream becomes a yawn (I'm done trying, I'm so passionate,but so damn tired. My scream is now a yawn. I can't keep explaining the same shit over and over.)
I don't know if that's what this song is meant to portray, but my god does it fit perfectly.
I agree with screamingly, in that, it has to do with a loss of control. I wonder if it's more than a loss of control because of the generational position she's in.
For me, this song speaks about social justice in general. My god, trying to discuss any kind of social justice whether it relates to poverty, sexuality, race, gender, disability, etc, it's just so damn tiring. The scream (passion and sincerity) become a yawn (burn-out, "nothing will ever change" mentality). I relate to this song so fully because of that.
When I get, to the bottom of it I sink, seems like nothing I said ever meant anything (unless people want to understand, they don't.. and it's so depressing.. trying to bring a world together that so hates itself.. the feeling is perfectly described as sinking and no matter how thoroughly or respectfully you try to explain something, it seems like it just never meant anything to the person on the other side.)
But a headline over my head (often times when trying to point out inequalities you get slandered "You're just jealous" "you need to work harder" "you're making things up!" etc, etc. We see it constantly in media)
Thought I made a stand, only made a scene (you hope to explain, understand, and create change, but all you end up doing is having some asinine facebook argument that no one learns anything from in the end).
There's no feast for the underfed (those in poverty don't actually gain anything from your simple statements)
All the unknown dying or dead, keep showing up in my dreams, they stand at the end of my bed (again, whatever you do to try and help, you still can't help the millions of people out there facing inequity).
Have I ever really helped anybody but myself, to believe in the power of songs, to believe in the power of girls? (Maybe my statements and assertions don't effect anyone but me. Maybe, no matter what I say, no one hears it, I'm just teaching myself by becoming educated enough to disagree with the dominant discourse over time with research. Maybe no one but me is learning from any of this.)
Thought the point we're making is strong, play it stripped down to my bones (strong point, completely vulnerable)
I'll shut up and carry on, the scream becomes a yawn (I'm done trying, I'm so passionate,but so damn tired. My scream is now a yawn. I can't keep explaining the same shit over and over.)
I don't know if that's what this song is meant to portray, but my god does it fit perfectly.