Lugubrious Smiles Often End In Bouts Of Laughter
Apocalypse Hoboken Lyrics


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An open invitation
A bout of meditation
To claim our emancipation
With a bitter medication
Filled with rhyme
Thyme time tick tock ticking
In crooked lines we watch
With bleeding noses
Dotting in the spaces
Who mister miss erases
We squint with anticipation




Arms turning turning
Turning like windmills

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Apocalypse Hoboken's song "Lugubrious Smiles Often End In Bouts Of Laughter" are filled with cryptic messages about freedom, time, and the human condition. The song begins with an "open invitation" to a "bout of meditation," suggesting that the singer is trying to free themselves from something or someone. The phrase "claim our emancipation" suggests that the singer is trying to break free from the expectations and constraints of society.


The mention of "bitter medication" suggests that the process of breaking free is painful and difficult. The use of rhyme and ticking time imagery suggests that the singer is struggling to find the right words and the right time to speak out about their experiences. The line "we squint with anticipation" suggests that the singer is hopeful that their words will have an impact, but also fearful of the consequences of speaking out.


The mention of "bleeding noses" and "dotting in the spaces" suggests that the singer is struggling to find their place in the world. The line "arms turning, turning, turning like windmills" suggests that the singer is trying to find a way to move forward, but is caught in a cycle of uncertainty and doubt. Overall, the lyrics to this song are a powerful exploration of the human struggle for freedom and self-expression.


Line by Line Meaning

An open invitation
A willingness to invite anyone to come and join us


A bout of meditation
A period of deep thought and reflection


To claim our emancipation
To assert our freedom and independence


With a bitter medication
Using a unpleasant remedy to heal ourselves


Filled with rhyme
Full of poetic language


Thyme time tick tock ticking
The time passing by ticking slowly like thyme leaves


In crooked lines we watch
Watching the time pass in a manner that is not straight or direct


With bleeding noses
With noses bleeding due to some reason


Dotting in the spaces
Making small marks or points in the spaces


Who mister miss erases
Trying to find out who is erasing the titles


We squint with anticipation
We look forward with excitement


Arms turning turning
Arms are moving in circle motion repeatedly


Turning like windmills
The arms are rotating like the blades of a windmill




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