Songs take on new meaning as they travel with us through life and how we experience it. The fox, the girl, boy and kid are all one, dimensions of a person with potential depth, but is lost to shallow desperation.
For me, this song is about the narcissistic intafamous, the self proclaimed instagram model. She’s lost all direction and creativity,
“Before you hang a right
And disappear from sight,”
Chasing her tail, the fox has stopped feeding her mind and soul. It’s easy attention, as the girl becomes increasingly brash and trashy and easy to spot, like a fox in the snow. The fox is starving and needs to keep feeding her narcissism.
Like a boy on a bike, she rides aimlessly. She runs around and her life is being driven by her next post. “It’s time to take a holiday,” from her addiction to attention. It’s not a professional model shoot- it’s unpaid, pay to play even.
“You're going up, you're going down.
You're going nowhere.
It's not as if they're paying you.”
Likewise, the girl in the snow is the woman losing all maturity.
“To tell someone all the truth before it kills you
They listen to your crazy laugh,” her hashtags full of quasi indirects and poor attempts at humor, reveal she’s losing her sanity.
The kid in the snow is the instagram model, hitting her mid life crisis hard. She’s aged, is losing her natural youthful beauty. However, the cross fit gym culture is giving her a last crack at being hot. Cosmetics, good angles and strong Instagram filters fuel her selfie addiction. She says she still feels just like a kid, hashtagging #whenyourentirewardrobeisfromthejuniorsdepartment but in actuality, it’s train wreck: he’s embarrassed as she acts out her mid life crisis publicly.
“Kid in the snow, way to go
It only happens once a year
It only happens once a lifetime
Make the most of it
Second just to being born
Second to dying too
What else would you do?
What else would you do?
What else would you do?
What else would you do?”
I love the repeated verse of “What else would you do?” The imagery emotes her insanity and desperation. Finally, the man singing knew her once before she spiraled into what she’s become. His weepy style of voice exudes sadness, loss and disappointment. He’s outside looking in and no longer relates to her. His connection with her is gone, and she’s has lost her mind to narcissism false fame on instagram.
Songs take on new meaning as they travel with us through life and how we experience it. The fox, the girl, boy and kid are all one, dimensions of a person with potential depth, but is lost to shallow desperation.
For me, this song is about the narcissistic intafamous, the self proclaimed instagram model. She’s lost all direction and creativity, “Before you hang a right And disappear from sight,”
Chasing her tail, the fox has stopped feeding her mind and soul. It’s easy attention, as the girl becomes increasingly brash and trashy and easy to spot, like a fox in the snow. The fox is starving and needs to keep feeding her narcissism.
Like a boy on a bike, she rides aimlessly. She runs around and her life is being driven by her next post. “It’s time to take a holiday,” from her addiction to attention. It’s not a professional model shoot- it’s unpaid, pay to play even.
“You're going up, you're going down. You're going nowhere. It's not as if they're paying you.”
Likewise, the girl in the snow is the woman losing all maturity.
“To tell someone all the truth before it kills you They listen to your crazy laugh,” her hashtags full of quasi indirects and poor attempts at humor, reveal she’s losing her sanity.
The kid in the snow is the instagram model, hitting her mid life crisis hard. She’s aged, is losing her natural youthful beauty. However, the cross fit gym culture is giving her a last crack at being hot. Cosmetics, good angles and strong Instagram filters fuel her selfie addiction. She says she still feels just like a kid, hashtagging #whenyourentirewardrobeisfromthejuniorsdepartment but in actuality, it’s train wreck: he’s embarrassed as she acts out her mid life crisis publicly.
“Kid in the snow, way to go It only happens once a year It only happens once a lifetime Make the most of it Second just to being born Second to dying too What else would you do? What else would you do? What else would you do? What else would you do?”
I love the repeated verse of “What else would you do?” The imagery emotes her insanity and desperation. Finally, the man singing knew her once before she spiraled into what she’s become. His weepy style of voice exudes sadness, loss and disappointment. He’s outside looking in and no longer relates to her. His connection with her is gone, and she’s has lost her mind to narcissism false fame on instagram.
What else would you do?