Your Heart Is a Muscle the Size of Your Fist
Ramshackle Glory Lyrics
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She would say, "I know how sad you get
And some days I still get that way, but it gets better
It gets better, it gets better. Sweetie, it gets better, I promise you"
And she tells me, "your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and hold on, hold on for your life"
Ian built a cabin in the woods to live in
For years, terrifying noises kept him up at night
With a twelve gauge under his pillow
He's living in Boston now, going to art school
I forgive him, I forgive him, hell I'll admit it: I'm proud of him
Serena's an architect and a carpenter
She's such a feminist, she says she isn't one
Because goddamn, my gender shouldn't matter
And her motorcycle glides through the streets of Providence
Down to the warehouse district
The paint job is as stunning as her knowledge
Of medieval building techniques
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and hold on, hold on for your life
This one goes out to Georgios, he knows how to dance
Abby Banks, your book is beautiful, and fuck anyone who says otherwise
Scott, I love you and you make me glad to be alive
I promise that I'm gonna pay you back
You always know how funny everything is
Even when I'm so serious that it's gonna be the death of me
Like the time that our friend Chuck came over to our house
He said he needed somebody to take care of his pets
Because he was going out of town
I asked him, "where?" and he said, "New Mexico"
I asked if I could get a ride
He said, "no, you don't want to follow me
Where it is that I'm going"
He pulled out of the drive way; that was the last time we saw him
'Cause he drove straight to his parent's cabin
And put a bullet in his head
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and hold on, hold on for your life
The lyrics of Ramshackle Glory's "Your Heart Is a Muscle the Size of Your Fist" are about the interconnected lives of different people. The song focuses on people who are trying to make their way in life, who are struggling in various ways, but who have found support among their community. The song highlights the importance of sticking together and supporting each other throughout even the hardest times. The song includes the story of Dalia, who shows the singer kindness and encourages him during hard times. She tells him to keep loving and fighting, and that his heart is a muscle the size of his fist, urging him to hold on for his life.
Ian is another person who appears in the song. He built a cabin in the woods and had trouble sleeping at night. He kept a twelve gauge gun under his pillow to protect himself. Although he struggled, he eventually made it to Boston and started going to school for art. The singer forgives him for anything he might have done wrong and is proud of him for studying in school.
The song also mentions Serena, an architect and carpenter who is a proud feminist. She rides a motorcycle and is knowledgeable about medieval building techniques. The song recognizes the important role of strong, independent women in society and acknowledges the progress that has been made towards gender equality.
Overall, the song emphasizes the importance of community and connection in helping people through tough times, and the importance of holding on and fighting for what you believe in.
Line by Line Meaning
Dalia never showed me nothing but kindness
Dalia was always kind to the singer
She would say, 'I know how sad you get
Dalia understood the singer's sadness
And some days I still get that way, but it gets better
The singer still gets sad sometimes, but it gets better
It gets better, it gets better. Sweetie, it gets better, I promise you'
Dalia reassures the singer that things will get better
And she tells me, 'your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Dalia reminds the singer that their heart is strong
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
Despite hardships, the singer should keep loving and fighting
And hold on, and hold on, hold on for your life'
The singer should hold on tight to life
Ian built a cabin in the woods to live in
Ian built a home in nature for himself
For years, terrifying noises kept him up at night
Ian was scared by sounds in the woods
With a twelve gauge under his pillow
Ian kept a shotgun close for safety
He's living in Boston now, going to art school
Ian lives in a city and studies art
I forgive him, I forgive him, hell I'll admit it: I'm proud of him'
The singer forgives Ian and is proud of his achievements
Serena's an architect and a carpenter
Serena is skilled in construction and design
She's such a feminist, she says she isn't one
Serena doesn't like labels, but supports gender equality
Because goddamn, my gender shouldn't matter
Serena believes that gender shouldn't be a factor in one's abilities
And her motorcycle glides through the streets of Providence
Serena rides a motorcycle through a city
Down to the warehouse district
Serena rides to a specific area of the city
The paint job is as stunning as her knowledge...
Serena's motorcycle looks great and she has knowledge of medieval building techniques
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
A reminder that the heart is strong
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
Despite hardships, the singer should keep loving and fighting
And hold on, and hold on, hold on for your life'
The singer should hold on tight to life
This one goes out to Georgios, he knows how to dance
A shoutout to Georgios for his dance skills
Abby Banks, your book is beautiful, and fuck anyone who says otherwise
Abby's book is great and the singer doesn't care about naysayers
Scott, I love you and you make me glad to be alive
The singer loves Scott and enjoys life because of him
I promise that I'm gonna pay you back
The singer owes Scott and vows to pay him back
You always know how funny everything is
Scott has a good sense of humor
Even when I'm so serious that it's gonna be the death of me
Scott can make the singer laugh even during tough times
Like the time that our friend Chuck came over to our house
The singer recalls a time with friends
He said he needed somebody to take care of his pets
Chuck asked for pet care help
Because he was going out of town
Chuck was leaving town
I asked him, 'where?' and he said, 'New Mexico'
The singer asked Chuck about his destination
I asked if I could get a ride
The singer asked Chuck for a ride
He said, 'no, you don't want to follow me
Chuck declined the ride request
Where it is that I'm going'
Chuck found his destination unsuitable for the singer
He pulled out of the drive way; that was the last time we saw him
Chuck left and the singer never saw him again
'Cause he drove straight to his parent's cabin
Chuck drove to his parents' cabin
And put a bullet in his head
Chuck took his own life
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
A reminder that the heart is strong
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
Despite hardships, the singer should keep loving and fighting
And hold on, and hold on, hold on for your life'
The singer should hold on tight to life
Contributed by Gianna H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@felix.smells2047
Dalia never showed me nothing but kindness
She would say: “I know how sad you get"
And some days, I still get that way
But it gets better, it gets better, it gets better
Sweetie, it gets better, I promise you
And she'd tell me...
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and hold on
Hold on for your life
Ian built a cabin in the woods to live in
For years, terrifying noises kept him up at night
With a twelve gauge under his pillow
He’s living in Boston now, going to art school
I forgive him, I forgive him
Hell, I’ll admit it: I’m proud of him
Serena’s an architect and a carpenter
She’s such a feminist she says she isn’t one
'Cause, "Goddamn, my gender shouldn’t matter!"
And her motorcycle glides through the streets of Providence
Down to the warehouse district, the paint job is as stunning as
Her knowledge of medieval building techniques
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and hold on
Hold on for your life
This one goes out to Georgios, he knows how to dance
Abby Banks, your book is beautiful
And fuck anyone who says otherwise
Scott, I love you and you make me glad to be alive
I promise that I’m gonna pay you back
You always know how funny everything is
Even when I’m so serious that it’s gonna be the death of me
Like the time that our friend Chuck came over to our house
He said he needed somebody to take care of his pets
'Cause he was going out of town
I asked him, “Where,” and he said “New Mexico”
I asked if I could get a ride
He said: “No, you don’t want to follow me
Where it is I’m going”
He backed out of the driveway
That was the last time we saw him
'Cause he drove straight to his parent’s cabin
And put a bullet in his head
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and hold on
Hold on for your life...
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and hold on
Hold on for your life
Thank you for reading this
@talyiarundle4560
Dalia never showed me nothing but kindness.
She would say: “I know how sad you get."
And some days, I still get that way,
But it gets better.
It gets better.
It gets better.
Sweetie, it gets better, I promise you.
And she'd tell me
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist,
Keep on loving. Keep on fighting.
And hold on, hold on,
Hold on for your life.
Ian built a cabin in the woods to live in.
For years, terrifying noises kept him up at night
With a twelve gauge under his pillow.
He’s living in Boston now, going to art school.
I forgive him.
I forgive him.
Hell, I’ll admit it: I’m proud of him.
Serena’s an architect and a carpenter.
She’s such a feminist she says she isn’t one,
Because 'Goddamn, my gender shouldn’t matter!'
And her motorcycle glides through the streets of Providence,
Down to the warehouse district.
The paint job is as stunning as
Her knowledge of medieval building techniques.
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist.
Keep on loving. Keep on fighting.
And hold on, and hold on,
Hold on for your life.
This one goes out to Georgios, he knows how to dance.
Abby Banks, your book is beautiful,
And fuck anyone who says otherwise.
Scott, I love you and you make me glad to be alive.
I promise that I’m gonna pay you back.
You always know how funny everything is,
Even when I’m so serious that it’s gonna be the death of me.
Like the time that our friend Chuck came over to our house.
He said he needed somebody to take care of his pets,
'Cause he was going out of town.
I asked him “Where?” and he said “New Mexico.”
I asked if I could get a ride.
He said: “No, you don’t want to follow me
Where it is I’m going.”
He pulled out of the drive way.
That was the last time we saw him,
'Cause he drove straight to his parent’s cabin
And put a bullet in his head.
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist.
Keep on loving. Keep on fighting.
And hold on, and hold on,
Hold on for your life.
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist.
Keep on loving. Keep on fighting.
And hold on, and hold on,
Hold on for your life.
@samaxion93
Don't mind me I just want it sing along
Dalia never showed me nothing but kindness
She would say: “I know how sad you get"
And some days, I still get that way
But it gets better, it gets better, it gets better
Sweetie, it gets better, I promise you
And she'd tell me
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and hold on
Hold on for your life
Ian built a cabin in the woods to live in
For years, terrifying noises kept him up at night
With a twelve gauge under his pillow
He’s living in Boston now, going to art school
I forgive him, I forgive him
Hell, I’ll admit it: I’m proud of him
Serena’s an architect and a carpenter
She’s such a feminist she says she isn’t one
'Cause, "Goddamn, my gender shouldn’t matter!"
And her motorcycle glides through the streets of Providence
Down to the warehouse district, the paint job is as stunning as
Her knowledge of medieval building techniques
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and hold on
Hold on for your life
This one goes out to Georgios, he knows how to dance
Abby Banks, your book is beautiful
And fuck anyone who says otherwise
Scott, I love you and you make me glad to be alive
I promise that I’m gonna pay you back
You always know how funny everything is
Even when I’m so serious that it’s gonna be the death of me
Like the time that our friend Chuck came over to our house
He said he needed somebody to take care of his pets
'Cause he was going out of town
I asked him, “Where,” and he said “New Mexico”
I asked if I could get a ride
He said: “No, you don’t want to follow me
Where it is I’m going”
He backed out of the driveway
That was the last time we saw him
'Cause he drove straight to his parent’s cabin
And put a bullet in his head
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and hold on
Hold on for your life
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and hold on
Hold on for your life
@pedroleite1986
"We're just suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids that suicide isn't the answer."
@JustTryinaDuck
Hey If I can’t do it no one else can
@jamesheath7747
Yeah
@grindingyt
@@JustTryinaDuck ???
@grindingyt
@@JustTryinaDuck what do you mean?
@JustTryinaDuck
@@grindingyt if I can’t kill myself no one else can
@nadiayarrvm
My friend who showed me this took his own life today, fighting and loving for you bud, fly high.
@bptdns22
Stay strong, hold on for your life.
@overlordtealover1128
Stay strong Adrian
@illysinlove
°Fly High!!! Respect To You And Your Friend, I’m So Sorry, My Dear. Thank You For Being Here!!!!°