Cornerstone
Benjamin Clementine Lyrics
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When all is said and done
As the wind blows to the east from the west
Unto this bed, my tears have their solemn rest
I am lonely, alone in a box of stone
They claim to love me but they're all lying
I've been lonely alone in a box of my own
And this is the place, I now belong
It's my home, home, home, home home home home home
It's my home, home, home, home home home home home
It wasn't easy getting used to this
I used to scream
It's not true, that it's only when the door is locked
That nobody enters
'Cause mine had been open till your demise
But none had come, well who am I
What have I done, what have I done?
I've been lonely, alone in a box of my own
They claim to be near me but they're all lying, it's not true
I've been lonely alone in a box of my own
And this is the place, I now belong
It's my home, home, home, home home home home home
It's my home, home, home, home home home home home
Friends, I have met
Lovers have slept and wept
Promises to stay had never been kept
This bare truth of which most won't share
I hope you share
'Cause I have been lonely
Alone in a box of my own
They claim to love me and be near me
But they are all lying
I have been lonely, alone in a box of stone
And this is the place I now I belong
It's my home, home, home, home home home home home
It's my home, home, home, home home home home home
In “Cornerstone,” Benjamin Clementine sings about being alone in a box of stone, a metaphor for feeling trapped and isolated. He feels that the people in his life who claim to love him are lying to him and that he is truly alone. Clementine expresses the pain he feels from this lonely existence, with his tears having nowhere to go except the bed he lies in. He also reflects on how difficult it was getting used to this way of life, admitting that he used to scream but has now accepted that this is where he belongs.
Despite the song’s sad and lonely tone, there is an invitation to the listener to empathize and understand Clementine’s experience. He acknowledges the bare truth that most people won’t share, and he hopes that the listener can relate or at the very least, gain some insight into his perspective. In the end, the box of stone that he is in has become his home, and he sings this line repeatedly to drive home the idea that he has accepted his fate.
Line by Line Meaning
I am alone in a box of stone
I am isolated and trapped in a lifeless and inanimate environment.
When all is said and done
After everything has been said and done, I am still alone and isolated.
As the wind blows to the east from the west
The force of the wind is unpredictable and can change direction at any moment, just like life.
Unto this bed, my tears have their solemn rest
My bed is where my tears fall and where my heartache is most evident.
It's my home, home, home, home home home home home
Despite being isolated and alone, my box of stone is my only home.
It wasn't easy getting used to this
Adjusting to being alone and isolated in a box of stone was a difficult journey.
I used to scream
In the beginning, I used to cry out for help and for someone to show me love and compassion.
It's not true, that it's only when the door is locked
My isolation is not solely due to the door being locked, as people can still choose to ignore my cries for help.
That nobody enters
No one comes to comfort me and ease my loneliness.
'Cause mine had been open till your demise
My door had been open, but no one chose to enter until you died.
But none had come, well who am I
No one had come to comfort me, leaving me to question my worth and identity.
What have I done, what have I done?
I question what I did wrong that led to my isolation and loneliness.
Friends, I have met
Despite being alone, I have met people and had brief connections.
Lovers have slept and wept
I have been in relationships, but they have all ended in sadness and tears.
Promises to stay had never been kept
People have promised to stay and comfort me, but they never fulfilled their promises.
This bare truth of which most won't share
The truth of my loneliness and isolation is something that most people won't openly talk about.
I hope you share
I hope that by sharing my story, others will understand and empathize with me.
And this is the place I now I belong
My box of stone is where I belong, as it is the only place that has ever truly been mine.
Lyrics © WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC FRANCE
Written by: Benjamin Eric Breakspeare
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@nansvdh
I am alone in a box of stone
When all is said and done
As the wind blows to the east from the west
Unto this bed, my tears have their solemn rest
I am lonely, alone in a box of stone
They claim they loved me but they all lieing
I am lonely alone in a box of my own
And this is the place, I now belong
Its my home, home, home, home home home home home x2
It wasnt easy getting used to this
I use to scream
Its not true, that its only when the door is locked
That nobody enters
Cuz mine has been open till your demise
But none had come, well who am I,
What have i done wrong?
Ive been lonely, alone in a box of my stone
They claim to be near me but they were all lying, its not true
Ive been lonely, alone in a box of my stone
This is the place I know I now belong
Its my home, home, home, home home home home home x2
Friends, I have met
Lovers have slept and wept
Promises to stay had never been kept
This bare truth of which most wont share
I hope you share, I hope you share
Cuz I have been lonely
Alone in a box of my own
They claim to love me and be near me
But they are all lieing
I have been lonely, alone in a box of my stone
And this is the place I now know I belong
Its my home, home, home, home home home home home x2
@Erick101ism
My nephew who is a poet introduced this man to me , am literally in tears he is phenomenal am beyond words
@brookeroeder7974
I agree. I just discovered him and I'm in tears!
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Your nephew have a good apreciation for music.
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it would a be good song even if your nephew was a cook
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This is the first time I cry over the sound of admiration.
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