Terminally Chill
Neon Indian Lyrics
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Friendly eyes so small they rise from the waist line
In dreams came callipygous things to my bedside
And shrimped so she's pullin' the plugs to the outside
Like the days when lovesick haze chemical fried
Lock your face point to minimum waits friends to decide
Mostly nights when your perfumes hide to revive
On all my soup we caught in the tide
The first verse of Neon Indian's "Terminally Chill" is a surreal and evocative depiction of a dreamlike encounter. The singer describes an enigmatic woman who has been waiting to "creep" for a long time. Her eyes are "so small they rise from the waist line," an image that suggests an otherworldly or metaphysical quality. The singer then describes a series of strange and seemingly unrelated events: he dreams of "callipygous things" (which refers to a person with a shapely buttocks), and the woman is "shrimped" and "pullin' the plugs to the outside." These details paint a vivid picture of a surreal, almost grotesque scene.
In the next few lines, the lyrics become more abstract and poetic. The singer talks about "lovesick haze chemical fried," suggesting that he is in a state of confusion or disorientation. He also sings about "lock[ing his] face point to minimum waits friends to decide," a line that is hard to parse but seems to suggest a sense of indecision or hesitation. The final line, "On all my soup we caught in the tide," is similarly opaque but conveys a sense of being swept away or caught up in a powerful force.
Line by Line Meaning
Just asleep she's been waiting to creep for a long time
She has been patiently waiting to approach me while I am asleep
Friendly eyes so small they rise from the waist line
Her warm eyes are barely visible, only noticeable at her waistline
In dreams came callipygous things to my bedside
In my dreams, attractive things with shapely buttocks came to my bedside
And shrimped so she's pullin' the plugs to the outside
She is removing barriers and freeing herself to connect with me
Like the days when lovesick haze chemical fried
Like the past when my mind was clouded with love's intoxication
Lock your face point to minimum waits friends to decide
Keep a straight face and wait for friends to make a decision
Mostly nights when your perfumes hide to revive
Mostly at night when your fragrances become more intense to revive me
On all my soup we caught in the tide
We are both caught up in the same situation, unable to escape it
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ANGELO LA BIONDA, CARMELO LA BIONDA, TIMOTHY TOUCHTON, ALAN PALOMO
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