A-Z
Tracey Thorn Lyrics
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Kids still call each other names
Should get better, but it's sad and strange
Every insult still the same
Growing up in small town hell
They bide their time till the dinner bell
Take a swing with a bag, and they wait
By the school gate
All this pushin' and shovin'
When you need a little lovin'
A little human kindness
But where you gonna find it?
So you close your bedroom door
And you kneel down on the floor
Cause you don't want to get caught
Packing the bag that your mother doesn't even
Know you bought
"So it's come to this" you cry
Not even time to say goodbye
You pack some cigarettes and an A-Z
Push the suitcase back under the bed
You've been balanced on a knife
Will the city save your life?
You've been waiting for so long
Just for somewhere to feel like home
You've been balanced on a knife
Will the city save your life?
Your life is waiting for you
Love is waiting for you
So pack your cigarettes
And your A-Z
It'll be just like that book you read
Tracey Thorn's "A-Z" is a song that describes the experiences of a person growing up in a small town, where kids still call each other names and every insult remains the same. Despite the hope that things will improve, the reality is sad and strange. In small town hell, the kids bide their time until the dinner bell, waiting to swing a bag and fight by the school gate. It's a tough environment without much kindness, and the need for a little love is great. The song's persona closes their bedroom door and packs their bags to leave, hoping to find a place that feels like home.
Line by Line Meaning
Some things never seem to change
Certain behaviors never evolve
Kids still call each other names
Children still use the same insults
Should get better, but it's sad and strange
It's disheartening that things haven't improved
Every insult still the same
The same insults continue to be used
Growing up in small town hell
Being raised in a rural area that feels like a prison
They bide their time till the dinner bell
Kids anxiously wait for the next mealtime
Take a swing with a bag, and they wait
Provoking and anticipating a physical fight
By the school gate
Outside the school entrance
All this pushin' and shovin'
Violent conflicts and confrontations
When you need a little lovin'
During times when emotional support is necessary
A little human kindness
A small act of compassion
But where you gonna find it?
Where can one discover this?
So you close your bedroom door
Closing oneself off from the outside world
And you kneel down on the floor
On your knees in desperation
Cause you don't want to get caught
Trying to avoid being discovered
Packing the bag that your mother doesn't even Know you bought
Secretly putting together a bag that Mom doesn't know about
"So it's come to this" you cry
Feeling defeated
Not even time to say goodbye
Leaving without a farewell
You pack some cigarettes and an A-Z
Taking essentials including a map and some tobacco
Push the suitcase back under the bed
Hiding the suitcase from view when it is no longer needed
You've been balanced on a knife
Feeling like you're treading on thin ice
Will the city save your life?
Will moving to the city improve things?
You've been waiting for so long
Feeling like you've been waiting an eternity for a change
Just for somewhere to feel like home
Hoping to find a place of comfort and belonging
Your life is waiting for you
Opportunities are waiting for you
Love is waiting for you
You can discover affection
So pack your cigarettes
Take the cigarettes you need
And your A-Z
Take the map with you
It'll be just like that book you read
The experience will resemble that novel you read
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SENTRIC MUSIC
Written by: GANDEY, THORN
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