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Poet
Milo Lyrics
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For his integrity
Is a kind of metaphor
Must be considered as a metaphor
For the struggle, which is universal and daily
Of all human beings on the face of this terrifying globe
To get to become human beings
It is not your fault, it is not my fault, that I write
I would never come before you
In the position of a complainant (complainant)
For doing something that I must d (that I must do)
I must do
Ghiath Matar is dead
Roses are not armour
In my neighbourhood, it was become a poet or a farmer
Welcome back avatar, Mevlevi whirling while I'm boiling a pacifier
Hold thyself like J'zargo in Winterhold
Reality, I'm in Fargo reading dinner poems
Whincing at the virtue signalling
Jejune is Dirk Diggler staring at the ceiling post-coitus
Swerving through moral detours most boistrous
Black beans and deco spilt on my loafers
I'm back on my Black Bukowski bullshit
Fuck your notepad, wrote a poem with a toolkit
Shocking moment as the pupil thought
"Me and my niggas is a school of thought"
Shocking moment as the pupil thought
"Me and my niggas is a school of thought"
I wanna suggest that the poets
Are finally the only people who know the truth about us
Soliders don't, statesmen don't, priests don't, union leaders don't
Only the poets, that's my first proposition
My second propopisiton
Is what I really want to get at tonight
And it sounds mystical
I think in a country like ours, in a time like this
When something awful is happening to a civilization
When it ceases to produce poets
And what is even more crucial
When it ceases in any way whatever to believe in the report
That only poets can make
The lyrics of Milo's song "Poet" delve into the struggles faced by artists, specifically poets, in maintaining their integrity and expressing their truth. The artist's individual struggle for integrity is seen as a metaphor for the universal struggle of all human beings to fulfill their potential and become fully realized individuals in a world that can be terrifying and hostile. The lyrics emphasize the importance of this struggle and how it transcends personal fault or blame.
The song references Ghiath Matar, a Syrian activist who was killed during the Syrian civil war, symbolizing the dangers and sacrifices faced in pursuit of artistic expression or political activism. The choice between becoming a poet or a farmer in the singer's neighborhood suggests the limited options available for artistic pursuits in certain contexts. The juxtaposition of the Mevlevi whirling dance and boiling a pacifier highlights the contrast between spiritual and mundane aspects of life.
The lyrics also touch upon themes of self-expression, literary influences, and the power of words. The line "Fuck your notepad, wrote a poem with a toolkit" suggests a rejection of conventional writing methods and a desire to forge a unique artistic path. The reference to J'zargo, a character from the video game Skyrim, and Winterhold, a location in the game, adds a playful element to the lyrics. The shocking moment when the pupil realizes that they and their friends form a collective school of thought speaks to the transformative and enlightening nature of poetic expression.
In the second part of the lyrics, Milo presents two propositions. The first proposition asserts that poets are the only ones who truly understand and convey the truth about humanity, contrasting them with soldiers, statesmen, priests, and union leaders who are seen as unable to fully grasp the essence of the human experience. The second proposition, alluding to something mystical, suggests that in times of crisis or decline, when a civilization stops producing poets and loses faith in the power of their words, it is a crucial indicator of the civilization's decline.
Overall, "Poet" explores the struggles, sacrifices, and significance of poets as truth-seekers and truth-tellers in a society that often overlooks or dismisses their insights and contributions.
Line by Line Meaning
It seems to me that the artist's struggle
In my perspective, the struggle faced by artists
For his integrity
To maintain their authenticity and values
Is a kind of metaphor
Can be seen as a symbolic representation
Must be considered as a metaphor
Should be acknowledged and interpreted as such
For the struggle, which is universal and daily
For the universal and constant struggle
Of all human beings on the face of this terrifying globe
Faced by every individual on this frightening world
To get to become human beings
To evolve and reach their true human nature
It is not your fault, it is not my fault, that I write
Writing is not a personal fault of yours or mine
I would never come before you
I would never approach you
In the position of a complainant (complainant)
As someone who complains or whines
For doing something that I must d (that I must do)
For engaging in something necessary and obligatory
I must do
It is a task I am bound to fulfill
Ghiath Matar is dead
The person named Ghiath Matar has died
Roses are not armour
Flowers cannot serve as protection
In my neighbourhood, it was become a poet or a farmer
In my community, one had to choose between being a poet or a farmer
Welcome back avatar, Mevlevi whirling while I'm boiling a pacifier
Greetings, my virtual representation. I am engaged in a soothing activity while trying to calm myself
Hold thyself like J'zargo in Winterhold
Maintain composure and steadfastness like the character J'zargo in the town of Winterhold
Reality, I'm in Fargo reading dinner poems
In actuality, I am in Fargo, reading poems related to dinner
Whincing at the virtue signalling
Cringing at the display of moral superiority
Jejune is Dirk Diggler staring at the ceiling post-coitus
Immature and inexperienced, like Dirk Diggler after sexual activity, gazing at the ceiling
Swerving through moral detours most boistrous
Navigating through loud and disruptive moral distractions
Black beans and deco spilt on my loafers
Spilled black beans and decorative items on my shoes
I'm back on my Black Bukowski bullshit
I have returned to my pretentious and controversial behavior inspired by Charles Bukowski's style
Fuck your notepad, wrote a poem with a toolkit
Disregard your conventional methods, I composed a poem using unconventional means
Shocking moment as the pupil thought
A surprising moment when the student had a thought
"Me and my niggas is a school of thought"
"My group of friends and I form a collective way of thinking and approaching ideas"
I wanna suggest that the poets
I desire to propose that the poets
Are finally the only people who know the truth about us
Are ultimately the sole individuals who possess true understanding of our nature
Soliders don't, statesmen don't, priests don't, union leaders don't
Soldiers, statesmen, priests, and union leaders lack this knowledge
Only the poets, that's my first proposition
Exclusively the poets, and this is my initial proposal
My second propopisiton
Now, my second proposition
Is what I really want to get at tonight
Is the central idea I aim to convey this evening
And it sounds mystical
And it has an aura of mystery
I think in a country like ours, in a time like this
In my opinion, within a country such as ours, at a particular moment in history
When something awful is happening to a civilization
When a civilization is undergoing a terrible ordeal
When it ceases to produce poets
When it no longer generates poets
And what is even more crucial
And what is particularly important
When it ceases in any way whatever to believe in the report
When it completely loses faith in the account
That only poets can make
That can only be crafted by poets
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Rory Ferreira
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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