Backwards Marathon
Between the Buried and Me Lyrics
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One day it will all come together... first place desire in the backwards marathon... that's all we can ask for...
It's raining... it's raining... it's raining... it's raining...
When the sun comes up, it's still raining.
Slowly grow... weeds turn into... smiling trance... never mentioned
The early love seems to become jaded... I'm never expecting this... dance for the mirror, imagination towards the stars... the endless desire for my one and only true love... dreams won't let go... thoughts will not change... can't watch it fly away.
The lyrics to "Backwards Marathon" by Between the Buried and Me delve into the experience of pursuing a passion and the challenges that come with it. The opening lines touch on the disillusionment that can come with a long-term commitment, but the singer insists that their love for music will never change. The lines "if only they knew what push we have given... for this music... this happiness that keeps us all sane" speak to the idea that following a passion can be a way to stay grounded and find fulfillment.
The second verse touches further on the sacrifices and dedication that come with pursuing a creative passion, referencing late-night work ("cold nights seem to force questions") and the feeling of being out of place ("I guess I'm here but it feels weird... so weird... to know how weird all this can be"). The repeated refrain of "it's raining" can be interpreted as a symbol of the obstacles or setbacks that the singer faces, but they also acknowledge that the pursuit of their passion is a long-term journey ("one day it will all come together").
Overall, the song discusses the highs and lows of pursuing a creative passion, and the ways in which dedication can bring both fulfillment and challenges.
Line by Line Meaning
The early love seems to become jaded...
My initial passion and excitement have faded over time.
I'm never expecting this...
This outcome is not what I envisioned.
Glance towards the mirror, imagination towards the stars...
I reflect on my appearance while aspiring for something greater.
The endless desire for my one and only true love...
My relentless longing for my greatest passion.
This will never change I predict...
I foresee this passion forever remaining a constant in my life.
But I do get tired...
Despite my dedication, I sometimes feel worn out.
If only they knew what push we have given...
I wish others understood the effort we've exerted towards our goals.
For this music...
Our love for music motivates us.
This happiness that keeps us all sane...
The joy music brings us provides a necessary mental respite.
Cold nights seem to force questions, not wanting to accept these thoughts...
Lonely, contemplative evenings make me confront my doubts and insecurities.
I have worked and will keep working...
I have dedicated myself to continual effort and progress.
To keep the tradition of my one true motive in life...
I desire to preserve my lifelong passion and motivation.
Music... my only love...
My greatest passion and sole motivator in life.
Once building drum boxes and pretending to be the artist...
I used to play and dream of musical success.
I guess I'm here but it feels weird...
I've accomplished my goals but it doesn't feel entirely fulfilling.
So weird... to know how weird all this can be...
It's strange to comprehend the unusual nature of this lifestyle.
It seems to never work out like I planned...
Things don't always progress according to my idealized expectations.
Like we planned.
As a collective, we've also encountered unexpected obstacles and changes.
One day it will all come together...
Eventually, all our hard work and aspirations will culminate.
First place desire in the backwards marathon...
We strive to be the best in our musical endeavors.
That's all we can ask for...
Ultimately, we seek nothing more than personal fulfillment in our passions.
It's raining... it's raining... it's raining... it's raining...
A repeating, dreary motif emphasizing melancholy and disappointment.
When the sun comes up, it's still raining.
Despite new beginnings and potential, despair persists.
Slowly grow... weeds turn into... smiling trance... never mentioned
Gradual growth and evolution, with obscured positivity.
Lyrics Š CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Cartland Blake Richardson, Daniel Lanford Briggs, Paul Andrew Waggoner, Robert Dustin Waring, Thomas Giles Rogers
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Obscure Creation
I enjoy listening to this song when it is actually raining out.
VorticyHP
i like to drive home after work when its raining and put this on in the car!
Monster in the Bassment
Someoneâs doing it right. đ¤
High and Tight
Woah....it's raining where I live and that's why I put this on, and your comment was the first. SPOOKY.
andfww fiih
I haven;t listened to this in about ten years but i just had to because i looked out the window and it was raining and the "it's raining" part started playing in my head.
Daniel Ritchie
I canât count the times Iâve started a drive while itâs raining and start this song.
Travis Deciancio
Best BTBAM album ever, This song is a for sure stand out. Talk about song structure...
Robert Bowdish
It's unbelievable how intricate these guys are. They make Tool look like Korn.
EdFrankBlack
That change at 6:55 is utterly fucking sublime.
JPence14
I miss old BTBAM so much.