Daisy
Anna Rune Lyrics


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Staring at my skeleton again
Can you read my body, can you read my body
Hospital walls they talk in riddles
Will you take our remedy will you take our remedy
No, I am a daisy girl, I am a daisy girl

The wheels of my bed squeak their way through the halls leaving scars on the cold plastic floors.
I turn my head to the right at a girl who is busy plucking petals off a rose
She squeezes the juices like blood on her fingers dripping and dropping another
Until her face starts to grin, because he loves her so.

Staring at my skeleton again
Can you read my body, can you read my body
Hospital walls they talk in riddles
Will you take our remedy will you take our remedy
No, I am a daisy girl, I am a daisy girl

I am courted by machines, how they sing, how they dance
As they pump back the air into your lungs
With their arms made of tubes and their faces made of buttons
There is one you can press to feel numb
Your drunken veins play a game of deception
Stinging, sedation in action
And then they′re patched up again for the night yet to come

Staring at my skeleton again
Can you read my body, can you read my body
Hospital walls they talk in riddles
Will you take our remedy will you take our remedy
No, I am a daisy girl, I am a daisy...

One day you'll be old and withered
Pressing your weight into your pillow
They′ll zip you up in white, and you'll wear a vale
And it feels just like your wedding day
But you'll look pale

Staring at my skeleton again
Can you read my body, can you read my body
Hospital walls they talk in riddles
Will you take our remedy will you take our remedy
No, I am a daisy girl, I am a daisy girl





I′ll have some daisies, girl

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Anna Rune's song Daisy describe the experience of being in a hospital, specifically in a state of vulnerability and physical weakness. The lyrics express the singer's awareness of the machines and medicines being used to keep her alive, while simultaneously being aware of the ultimate futility of these efforts. The line "staring at my skeleton again" reinforces this awareness of the frailty of the human body, and the line "can you read my body" suggests a sense of helplessness or desperation, as though the singer is asking those around her to understand or empathize with her plight.


The chorus of "Hospital walls they talk in riddles, will you take our remedy, will you take our remedy, no I am a daisy girl, I am a daisy girl" further emphasizes this sense of confusion or desperation. The suggestion that the hospital walls speak in riddles reinforces the sense of isolation and confusion that often comes with being in a hospital. The repetition of the phrase "will you take our remedy" suggests that the singer is being asked to undergo various medical treatments or procedures, but she resists, asserting her identity as a "daisy girl."


The final verse of the song is both resigned and hopeful in its description of death. The singer suggests that even though death is inevitable, it can be peaceful and even beautiful, suggesting that death, just like life, is an experience to be cherished.


Line by Line Meaning

Staring at my skeleton again
I am lying in the hospital bed, staring at my own skeletal body trying to make sense of my situation.


Can you read my body, can you read my body
I am asking the people around me if they can understand what my body is trying to communicate.


Hospital walls they talk in riddles
The hospital environment is full of obscure words and phrases that are difficult to comprehend.


Will you take our remedy will you take our remedy
The doctors and nurses are constantly offering medications and treatments for my condition.


No, I am a daisy girl, I am a daisy girl
I am choosing to take a more natural and simple approach to my health, like that of a delicate and resilient daisy.


The wheels of my bed squeak their way through the halls leaving scars on the cold plastic floors.
As I'm wheeled through the hospital, the sound of the bed wheels scraping across the floor leave behind visible marks and serve as a reminder of where I am.


I turn my head to the right at a girl who is busy plucking petals off a rose
I notice a fellow patient next to me, preoccupied with picking apart a flower.


She squeezes the juices like blood on her fingers dripping and dropping another
She is fully immersed in the moment of removing the petals and the juices from the stem, much like how blood would drip from a wound.


Until her face starts to grin, because he loves her so.
The girl's joy comes from the validation and affection she feels from her loved one.


I am courted by machines, how they sing, how they dance
I am constantly being monitored by machines that beep, swirl and whirl around me, indicating my physical condition.


As they pump back the air into your lungs
The machines assist me in breathing properly by pushing air into my lungs.


With their arms made of tubes and their faces made of buttons
The machines are constructed with tubes and buttons that make them appear as though they're alive.


There is one you can press to feel numb
Among the buttons on the machines, there is one that can help me to feel numb and free from pain or worries.


Your drunken veins play a game of deception
My veins are being affected by medication or sedatives that make my physical state feel altered.


Stinging, sedation in action
The medication and procedures are actively working to numb and sedate me.


And then they're patched up again for the night yet to come
Following medication or treatments, the doctors and nurses make necessary adjustments to prepare me for another night of hospital care.


One day you'll be old and withered
There will come a time when I am old and feeble, no longer able to do things as easily as before.


Pressing your weight into your pillow
In old age, I might spend more time resting or sleeping, and may need to rely on the support of a pillow to remain comfortable.


They'll zip you up in white, and you'll wear a vale
When the end comes, I might be wrapped up in white cloth or garb, perhaps even wearing a veil as part of cultural or religious customs.


And it feels just like your wedding day
Despite the solemn and final nature of the moment, there is a sense of strange familiarity and happiness that reminds me of a wedding ceremony.


But you'll look pale
Despite any emotional or physical presence I may have, there will be a physical appearance of sickness and pallor that comes with death.




Writer(s): Anna Rune

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