For What It's Worth
♫ Placebo Lyrics
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I said my goodbyes
For what it's worth
I always aimed to please
But I nearly died
For what it's worth
Come on lay with me
For what it's worth
I tear the sun in three
To light up your eyes
For what it's worth
For what it's worth
For what it's worth
For what it's worth
Broke up the family
Everybody cried
For what it's worth
I have a slow disease
That sucked me dry
For what it's worth
Come on walk with me
Into the rising tide
For what it's worth
Filled a cavity
Your god shaped hole tonight
For what it's worth
For what it's worth
For what it's worth
For what it's worth
For what it's worth
For what it's worth
For what it's worth
For what it's worth
No one cares when you're out on the street
Picking up the pieces to make ends meet
No one cares when you're down in the gutter
Got no friends, got no lover
No one cares when you're out on the street
Picking up the pieces to make ends meet
No one cares when you're down in the gutter
Got no friends, got no lover
For what it's worth
Got no lover
For what it's worth
Got no lover
For what it's worth
Got no lover
For what it's worth
Got no lover
For what it's worth
Got no lover
For what it's worth
Got no lover
For what it's worth
Got no lover
Got no friends got no lover
The lyrics of the song "For What It's Worth" by Placebo convey a sense of desperation, loss, and loneliness that come along with the end of the century. The singer seems to be reflecting on his life, possibly on his deathbed, saying his final goodbyes. He mentions that despite his desire to please others, he almost died, and his life was sucked dry by a slow disease. The phrase "for what it's worth" is repeated throughout the song, indicating a sense of resignation towards the events of life.
The singer then makes a plea for someone to lay with him, and he talks about how he would go to great lengths to light up their eyes. He also mentions breaking up his family, which caused everyone to cry. The rising tide can be interpreted as a metaphor for the inevitability of change and the unknown future. Despite all of this, the singer finds solace in a god-shaped hole that's been filled.
In the final verse, the singer talks about how no one cares about you when you're struggling to make ends meet, and you have no friends or lover. This lyric echoes the feelings of loneliness and isolation experienced by many people in modern-day society.
Line by Line Meaning
The end of the century
The end of the 20th century, a time of change and reflection
I said my goodbyes
I prepared to leave behind the past and move forward
For what it's worth
This may not seem important, but I want to express myself
I always aimed to please
I tried my best to make others happy
But I nearly died
It took a toll on my physical and emotional wellbeing
Come on lay with me
Spend intimate time with me
Cause I'm on fire
I'm passionate and intense
I tear the sun in three
I would do anything to bring light to your life
To light up your eyes
To bring joy and happiness to you
Broke up the family
The family unit was disrupted and separated
Everybody cried
It was a sad and emotional event
I have a slow disease
I'm struggling with an illness that worsens gradually
That sucked me dry
It drained me of all my energy and strength
Come on walk with me
Let's go on a journey together
Into the rising tide
Despite the challenges, let's face them head-on
Filled a cavity
I provide a missing piece to your life
Your god-shaped hole tonight
I'm here to fill the void and provide comfort
No one cares when you're out on the street
When you're alone and struggling, society may overlook your struggles
Picking up the pieces to make ends meet
Trying to make a living and survive despite hardships
Got no friends, got no lover
Feeling alone and disconnected from others
Got no lover
I'm missing the intimacy and connection of a romantic relationship
Got no friends
I'm lacking meaningful relationships and connections with others
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Written by: STEVE FORREST, WILLIAM LLOYD, BRIAN MOLKO, STEFAN OLSDAL
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Soli_Deo_Gloria_.
What is the chief end of man ?
Man's chief end is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever.
There is a reason why somthing rather than nothing and it is predicated on the uncaused non contingent first cause of all contingency...
God
Seek Christ Jesus the Redeemer
The cosmological argument
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CulBuMCLg0
The contingency argument
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=FPCzEP0oD7I
Fine tuning of the universe
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=EE76nwimuT0&t=9s
The ontological argument
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xBmAKCvWl74
The moral argument
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=OxiAikEk2vU
@edisonpacheco9777
Lyrics:
Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life
Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Well I never pray,
But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah.
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now.
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
But I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life.
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
It justs sex and violence melody and silence
It justs sex and violence melody and silence (I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
It's just sex and violence melody and silence
It's just sex and violence melody and silence
It's just sex and violence melody and silence (I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(It's just sex and violence melody and silence)Been down
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)
@maxlarocca78
This is a brilliant song. It is about the feeling of being trapped and powerless to change your behavior or your life due to circumstances beyond your control. It is about the sense of desperation you feel as your life passes before your eyes and you struggle unsuccessfully to control and shape it. It is about the perpetual conflict between the path you want to follow and the path you are compelled to follow.
Walking down a busy London street is a metaphor for how he feels about his life. He walks down the street and is almost hit by a passing car, runs into people, walks over a car hood that is in his path, etc. As a result everyone is annoyed — even angry with him. When a young woman confronts him physically he calmly and resolutely moves forward along his path without a trace of animosity or anger. People are critical and disdainful of the path he is walking — insisting he should be able to avoid these obstacles— to choose a better, safer and more conscientious path to walk. But he feels completely powerless to change his speed and direction. His path is mandated and not chosen by him.
He knows emphatically that he could be different — be a better person and live a different, more meaningful life. He knows if it were merely up to him he could change (“I can change, I can change, I can change”), but the circumstances of his life have cast him into a rigid mold that keeps him on a steady trajectory, limiting his choices. It isn’t his lack of ability, intelligence, imagination or flexibility that is holding him back (“I’m a million different people from one day to the next”) but the circumstances of the culture / world into which he was born.
He wants more meaning in his life. But the overriding importance of the pursuit of making a living is always threatening to squeeze out his uniqueness, nullify his aptitudes and mold his path to a formal structure of daily life that he had no part in designing. He wants to be a better person. Yet, he continually finds himself walking down the same familiar self-destructive paths, despite his effort to avoid them. There is never a time when he can break free of this mold because he is stuck in a pattern of behavior until he dies.
He can’t accept this. Because this is the only life he will ever have, he is pressed with frequent internal anguish. He is on the verge of breaking and is walking through life in a fog. He doesn’t generally pray, but he is getting desperate. He gets down on his knees to pray — if only to hear the sound his own voice recognizing the frustration he feels. Any sound of compassion - any recognition of his pain - is better than the silence. He prays sincerely, earnestly and desperately. While he is pleading and making his case, his prayer is like a melody that helps him to feel better. It is a song that clears his mind, grounds him and makes him feel like he can break free of his mold and change his life. But it is a false hope. When he finishes praying there is only silence. God does not answer him. The airwaves are clean without a trace of anything but static. For all his singing, no one is singing to him now. He has no idea what to do and finds himself just as discouraged and helpless as before. There must be more to life than this (“Vanity, vanity: all is vanity and striving after the wind” ).
This experience is a microcosm for the whole of his life — a Bittersweet Symphony. There are periods of clarity, beauty and temporary relief in his life. Yet, it is all encapsulated by an overall theme that is heart rending — like waking suddenly from a warm, peaceful dream to find that you are back in cold, dark room — unchanged and unmoved by your dreams.
He can’t accept the path his life has taken, but he has no choice. He will be in perpetual conflict with his situation. He is immobilized in his mold and has no choice but to continue down this path, accepting all its adverse consequences, until it the path finally comes to an end at the place “where all things meet” - Death.
@theharshtruthoutthere
@@absxxproductions9172 There is nothing cool nor okay, being a mason - soul, these are the biggest liars cause they are deceived the deepest.
Search what i did, BIBLE + FREEMASONRY, and no longer a mason you want to be. Cause then you`ll see how wicked you shall be under the lie of being illuminated. Then you`ll see and hopefully understand also how sick rituals masons do. Baphomet servers wont be in heaven.
No Christian is illuminated nor called to be one. We are simply souls, who have came to repentance, changed our minds and our hearts. Admit that we are sinners beyond being able to help our own selves. Deeply evil, knowing how to do evil rather then good.
We seek´t out the truth, cause the off vibes this realm give us and not being satisfied with lies.
We repented, cause we felt awfully about our own sinful nature, being able to do evil 24/7/365.
Christians is not a illuminated souls, we are just souls who miss home. Missing home that badly the we counted the cost of following CHRIST and to walk on that narrow path into heaven.
The cost of following CHRIST? - giving up our lives here on this earth, as CHRIST did for us. If it come to it, and it shall come to it, we are willing to be beheaded.
So? - Are you that brave (foolish in the eyes of this world) soul or are you a coward who hides in the enemies lines?
Why were schools and working places created? to produce slaves.
Slaves who:
- think nor question not, no matter their age, race, culture background, beliefs.
Masons wanted generations of slaves, and they got their wish.
And, we, the people, lost the right to debate and complain about, humans were once slaves and all the made up problems between black and white skinned humans.
Why? , cause we are still SLAVES.
Slaving away our time - health - life. Slaving it all away to whom? - to the uncaring governments.
Why masons give us the "freedom" to believe whatever we want and live how we want? - to keep us, their slaves, blind and deaf.
@famousshortz
This is one of those rare songs that never gets old and it stays in your memory forever. Simply a masterpiece
@ayasreviewsandtoycolection7148
You should listen to the song titled standing outside a phone booth with change in my pockets. It's an oldie but a goody.
@boston218
@@ayasreviewsandtoycolection7148 👍
@LuvBorderCollies
I think I've listened to it a thousand times and it just doesn't get old. A thousand might be a stretch but hundreds would be slightly conservative.
@big925chilli6
Exactly it just popped back in my head LMAO....
@boston218
@@big925chilli6 how
@_subawu_
The 1 billion view mark was passed 2-15-2024! A true testament to this song and video.
@viannizvnv7222
let's fucking go
@spleeeen4it
there are loads of better songs than this
@axy_cz
@@spleeeen4itnope