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Ugly Human Heart Pt. 1
Daniel Romano Lyrics


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She crawled into the tavern
With her stringy hair
All tangled like a brier
My habits took her by the hands
But this time they were branded from the fire
Oh

If I had any sense at all
I would have had those officers arrest her
But something in the desperate light of nature
Wouldn't let good reason register

Her ugly human heart

We walked the arid sunrise
And then back again
Through webs already spun
We were dancing on the unmarked graves of everything that
Cannot be undone
Oh

If I was wearing anything at all
I probably wore it on my sleeve
'Cause love's enough for any fool to put on
Quick as something to believe in like

Her ugly human heart

Yes, there were shapes of ancient wonder
'Long the trails of piling rocks
And foggy dew
And though it seemed like make believe
The assassins are all fleshy and true
What about you?
All the while I stood in style
My fingers either occupied or crossed
And though our cards were counted
We still folded every hand until we lost
Everything but

Her ugly human heart

Overall Meaning

In Daniel Romano's song Ugly Human Heart Pt. 1, the lyrics describe the singer's encounter with a woman who enters a tavern with "stringy hair, all tangled like a brier". Despite her unkempt appearance, the singer feels drawn to her and takes her hand. He acknowledges that he should have had the officers arrest her, but something about her desperation and humanity prevents him from doing so. As they walk together, they eventually end up dancing on "the unmarked graves of everything that cannot be undone", implying that they are both grappling with difficult emotions and past traumas. The lyrics ultimately suggest that while the woman may have an "ugly human heart", she is still worthy of love and compassion.


Line by Line Meaning

She crawled into the tavern
A woman entered the tavern on her hands and knees


With her stringy hair
Her hair was thin and greasy


All tangled like a brier
Her hair was knotted and entangled like a thorny plant


My habits took her by the hands
The artist's actions guided the woman


But this time they were branded from the fire
The artist's actions were influenced by pain and hurt from past experiences


If I had any sense at all
The singer knew what they should have done


I would have had those officers arrest her
The singer should have had law enforcement intervene


But something in the desperate light of nature
There was a feeling of wildness and chaos in the air


Wouldn't let good reason register
The artist couldn't think clearly or logically


Her ugly human heart
The woman's inner, flawed character


We walked the arid sunrise
They were walking through a dry, barren landscape early in the morning


And then back again
They returned to where they started


Through webs already spun
They walked through a complicated and confusing situation that was already in motion


We were dancing on the unmarked graves of everything that
They were metaphorically celebrating the death of everything that


Cannot be undone
Things that couldn't be changed or fixed


If I was wearing anything at all
The artist might not have been wearing any clothes


I probably wore it on my sleeve
The artist was very open and vulnerable


'Cause love's enough for any fool to put on
Because anyone can fall in love easily


Quick as something to believe in like
As easily as believing in something


Her ugly human heart
The woman's flawed inner character


Yes, there were shapes of ancient wonder
There were mysterious and awe-inspiring shapes in the landscape


'Long the trails of piling rocks
These shapes were along paths of stacked rocks


And foggy dew
There was a misty, humid atmosphere


And though it seemed like make believe
Even though it felt like it couldn't be real


The assassins are all fleshy and true
The real dangers were physical, human beings


What about you?
The singer is questioning the listener's situation


All the while I stood in style
The singer was standing confidently


My fingers either occupied or crossed
The artist's hands were busy or folded together


And though our cards were counted
Even though they were keeping score


We still folded every hand until we lost
They gave up before winning


Everything but
Despite losing, they still held onto


Her ugly human heart
The woman's flawed inner character




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Daniel Romano

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