Suicides
Air Lyrics


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Lo que sea
Lo que sea
Lo que sea
Lo que sea
No me importa
No me importa
No me importa
No me importa

Más que tú
Más que tú
Más que tú
Más que tú
Aparte de ti
Aparte de ti
Aparte de ti
Aparte de ti

To make it a beautiful day
To make it a beautiful day
Let's make it a beautiful day
To make it a beautiful day




To make it a beautiful day
Let's make it a beautiful day

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Air's song "Suicides" convey a sense of indifference and the singer's sole preoccupation with one person. The repetition of phrases such as "Lo que sea" and "No me importa" emphasize a lack of concern for anything else other than this individual. The Spanish phrase "Lo que sea" translates to "whatever" or "anything," suggesting that the singer is willing to do or be anything for this person. The repeated "Más que tú" (meaning "more than you") reinforces the idea that this person is of utmost importance and holds a significant place in the singer's life.


The line "Aparte de ti" (meaning "apart from you") implies that there is nothing or no one else of significance in the singer's life aside from this person. This could suggest that the relationship with this individual is all-consuming, overshadowing any other external factors. The repetition of "To make it a beautiful day/Let's make it a beautiful day" expresses a desire to create happiness or a positive experience, possibly indicating that the singer believes that their connection with this person has the power to transform any day into something beautiful.


Overall, these lyrics speak to the intensity and exclusivity of a relationship, where the singer's thoughts and actions are primarily focused on one individual, with little regard for anything else.


Line by Line Meaning

Lo que sea
Whatever it may be


No me importa
I don't care


Más que tú
More than you


Aparte de ti
Apart from you


To make it a beautiful day
In order to create a day filled with beauty


Let's make it a beautiful day
We should strive to transform it into a beautiful day




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: 章江南

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N.Araujo

Lyrics:

Everyone dated the demise of our neighborhood from the suicides of the Lisbon girls.
People saw their clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms and harsh sunlight.
Some thought the torture tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them:
So full of flaws.

But the only thing we are certain of after all these years is the insufficiency of explenation.

"Obviously doctor, you've never been a thirteen year-old girl."
The Lisbon girls were 13, Cecillia, 14, Lux, 15, Bonnie, 16, Mary, and 17, Therese.

No one could understand how Mrs. Lisbon and Mr. Lisbon, our math teacher, had produced such beautiful creatures.

From that time on, the Lisbon house began to change.

Almost every day, and even when she wasn't keeping an eye on Cecilia,
Lux would suntan on her towel wearing a swimsuit that caused the knife-sharpener to give her a 15-minute demonstration for free.

The only reliable boy who got to know Lux was Trip Fontaine
For only 18 months before the suicides had emerged from baby fat
To the delight of girls and mothers alike.

But few anticipated it would be so drastic.

The girls were pulled out of school, and Mrs. Lisbon shut the house for maximum security isolation.

The girls' only contact with the outside world was through the catalogs
They ordered that started to fill the Lisbon's mailbox with pictures of high-end fashions and brochures for exotic vacations.

Unable to go anywhere, the girls traveled in their imaginations:
To gold-tipped Siamese temples or past an old man, the leaf broom tidying the maw carpeted speck of Japan.

And Cecelia hadn't died. She was a bride in Calcutta.

Collecting everything we could of theirs, we couldn't get the Lisbon girls out of our minds, but they were slipping away.

The colours of their eyes were fading, along with exact locations of moles and dimples.

From five, they had become four, and they were all, the living and the dead, become shadows.

We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn't contacted us.

Lux was the last to go.

Fleeing from the house, we forgot to stop at the garage.

After the suicide free-for-all, Mr. and Mrs. Lisbon gave up any attempt to lead a normal life.

They had Mr. Hedly pack up the house, selling what furniture he could at a garage sale.

Everyone went just to look.

Our parents did not buy used furniture, and they certainly didn't buy furniture tainted by death.

We of course took the family photos that were put out with the trash.

Mr. Lisbon put the house on the market, and it was sold to a young couple from Boston.

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls.
But only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling; still do not hear us.

Calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time. alone in suicide,
Which is deeper than death,
And where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.



All comments from YouTube:

Toe 98

I dont think I ever heard anything as soul crushing as this

Alexander Russell

I would like this as an instrumental as well. It's a masterpiece

Komando

The bass line in this song is so simple yet so good. I remember my friend and I back when we were in our early 20s just jamming this.

N.Araujo

Lyrics:

Everyone dated the demise of our neighborhood from the suicides of the Lisbon girls.
People saw their clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms and harsh sunlight.
Some thought the torture tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them:
So full of flaws.

But the only thing we are certain of after all these years is the insufficiency of explenation.

"Obviously doctor, you've never been a thirteen year-old girl."
The Lisbon girls were 13, Cecillia, 14, Lux, 15, Bonnie, 16, Mary, and 17, Therese.

No one could understand how Mrs. Lisbon and Mr. Lisbon, our math teacher, had produced such beautiful creatures.

From that time on, the Lisbon house began to change.

Almost every day, and even when she wasn't keeping an eye on Cecilia,
Lux would suntan on her towel wearing a swimsuit that caused the knife-sharpener to give her a 15-minute demonstration for free.

The only reliable boy who got to know Lux was Trip Fontaine
For only 18 months before the suicides had emerged from baby fat
To the delight of girls and mothers alike.

But few anticipated it would be so drastic.

The girls were pulled out of school, and Mrs. Lisbon shut the house for maximum security isolation.

The girls' only contact with the outside world was through the catalogs
They ordered that started to fill the Lisbon's mailbox with pictures of high-end fashions and brochures for exotic vacations.

Unable to go anywhere, the girls traveled in their imaginations:
To gold-tipped Siamese temples or past an old man, the leaf broom tidying the maw carpeted speck of Japan.

And Cecelia hadn't died. She was a bride in Calcutta.

Collecting everything we could of theirs, we couldn't get the Lisbon girls out of our minds, but they were slipping away.

The colours of their eyes were fading, along with exact locations of moles and dimples.

From five, they had become four, and they were all, the living and the dead, become shadows.

We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn't contacted us.

Lux was the last to go.

Fleeing from the house, we forgot to stop at the garage.

After the suicide free-for-all, Mr. and Mrs. Lisbon gave up any attempt to lead a normal life.

They had Mr. Hedly pack up the house, selling what furniture he could at a garage sale.

Everyone went just to look.

Our parents did not buy used furniture, and they certainly didn't buy furniture tainted by death.

We of course took the family photos that were put out with the trash.

Mr. Lisbon put the house on the market, and it was sold to a young couple from Boston.

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls.
But only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling; still do not hear us.

Calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time. alone in suicide,
Which is deeper than death,
And where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

Ron G

I've never been a 13 year old girl, and she's never been a 13 year old boy. So here we are...

Tomczyk Joseph (NMI)

'Wonder who voiced that therein.

TBray

ten years on and this is still my favourite movie score - Air is just so wonderful, and this track is so full of beauty and despair.

Pauline Docherty

The music and cinematography made this movie one of my all time favourites

jak0voln

My father commited suicide and this is the "best" explenation that i have ever heard why someone would do something like that. There is a saying dead man dont ask questions, but they leave a lot of unaswerd questios. Good luck and remeber - live laugh love

K-leb

I wish there was an instrumental version of this. I don't really care for the samples from the movie's dialogue.

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