austin corona - drums
lea jaffe - vocals, guitar
otto klammer - vocals, bass
brennan wedl - vocals, guitar
https://dazeyandthescouts.bandcamp.com/
Wet
Dazey and the Scouts Lyrics
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With the lights turned down and my roommate gone
I know it's over still I cling on
'Cause I'm my own right-hand girl
And I don't need anyone
But sometimes I miss your stupid face, and your taste
And your smoking gun
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet,
'Til I run dry
It's nights like this that remind me of my deepest fantasy
Where I'm all alone and I feel the cold, dark earth caressing me
'Cause I'm six feet under nearly, and I don't have anyone, but
This wouldn't be the first or last time that
Both my tears and I have come
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you keep me wet,
'Til I run dry
My blood runs cold, my thoughts are plasmic
From not letting go
And letting go could be orgasmic
But I guess I wouldn't know
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about you only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet,
'Til I run dry
The song "Wet" by Dazey and the Scouts is a melancholy but brutally honest expression of both physical and emotional longing. The lyrics depict the singer lying in her bedroom, alone and missing someone who has left her. She acknowledges that she can survive without them because she is her "own right-hand girl," but she still misses their presence along with their smell, taste, and company. This powerful sense of emptiness and longing is reflected in the repetition of the phrase "It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet, 'til I run dry," which speaks to both sexual and emotional desire.
The song's sexual overtones are not subtle, and they are mixed with hints of anxiety and frustration. The singer confesses that her tear ducts are "so much wetter than the space between my thighs," suggesting that her sadness and pain are somehow greater than her physical pleasure. The chorus's repetition of this image gives the song a visceral, urgent quality that is both powerful and unsettling. The final lines of the song hint at the idea of letting go as a form of release, but their ambiguity leaves the sense of longing and loss unresolved.
Line by Line Meaning
All alone in my bedroom
I am alone in my room
With the lights turned down and my roommate gone
The lights are off and my roommate has left
I know it's over still I cling on
I am aware that it's over but I still hold on
'Cause I'm my own right-hand girl
I am self-reliant
And I don't need anyone
I don't rely on anyone
But sometimes I miss your stupid face, and your taste
At times I miss your silly face and your flavour
And your smoking gun
And your persuasive charm
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
It's sad that my eyes shed tears
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
And they're wetter than my private area
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry
I can't stop thinking about it even though it makes me weep
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet,
It makes me feel aroused, as you know
'Til I run dry
Until I can't feel aroused anymore
It's nights like this that remind me of my deepest fantasy
It's nights like these that take me back to my deepest imagination
Where I'm all alone and I feel the cold, dark earth caressing me
Where I feel the cold, dark earth cradling me, and I am alone
'Cause I'm six feet under nearly, and I don't have anyone, but
Because I'm almost six feet under, and I'm alone
This wouldn't be the first or last time that
This isn't the first or final time that
Both my tears and I have come
My tears and I have cried together
My blood runs cold, my thoughts are plasmic
My blood is cold, and my thoughts are shapeless
From not letting go
Because I don't move on
And letting go could be orgasmic
But moving on could be pleasurable
But I guess I wouldn't know
But I'm unsure because I haven't tried
Writer(s): Dazey And The Scouts
Contributed by Sophie I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Ben - Moderator
Corrected now - thanks Val
Val
Move the way you do, do
Move the way you do
Don't you know just to play with what you're given?
Don't you know just to play with what you're given?
Can't take her for the only one to believe in
Wet road, paradise, wet roads today
Wet roads on the way to your house again
entirely wrong song