Running Out Of Ink
Barenaked Ladies Lyrics


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I stopped into a club
I thought I'd see a show
Everyone was there
At least everyone I know
Their knickers in a knot
Their hands upon their heart
The best they'd ever seen
The greatest work of art
I wished that it was me

It's bleaker than you think
I'm running out of ink
Give a guy a break
This is what it takes
To drive a man to drink

A party at a friend's
Toronto's coolest scene
I thought I'd bring a tape
To show them where I'd been
And listen for a while
The lyrics made them smile
They said that it was fine
Although it's not the style
I said it wasn't me

Once upon a time
I couldn't get enough
Until I made it big
And that's when it got rough
Disappointed now
Perhaps a bit surprised
To look them in the face
And see it in their eyes
They wish it wasn't me

It's bleaker than you think
I'm running out of ink
Give a guy a break
This is what it takes
To drive a man to drink

I used to hold you close
You used to tell me things
You never told a soul
Until you heard me sing
The details of your life
Condensed into a song
The neighbor and his wife
Work out and sing along
And you can't look at me

It's bleaker than you think
I'm running out of ink
Give a guy a break
This is what it takes
To drive a man to drink

Could song be an alibi
A lyric replacement for falling in love
But now that the well is dry
I can't understand what I've been singing of

Do you know what it is to love?
To really love?
To really love.
Do I?

I cycled by your house
I saw you on the lawn
I see you all the time
Now that you are gone
I tried to call your name
But something made me stop
I call you once a day
Until you call the cops
And told them it was me

I filled a plastic bag
With everything I wrote
I threw it off a bridge
And thought that it would float.
The water made it sink
The bag was bleeding ink.
I wished that I could swim
I wished that I could drink
I wished that it was me.

It's bleaker than you think
I'm running out of ink
Give a guy a break
This is what it takes
To drive a man to drink
I'm running out of ink
Give a guy a break
This is what it takes
To drive a man to drink




To drive a man to drink
To drive a man to drink

Overall Meaning

In "Running Out of Ink," Barenaked Ladies present a confessional narrative of a songwriter whose well of creative inspiration has run dry. The singer seems to be attending a party or club where everyone he knows is gathered to see a great work of art. They hail it as the best ever yet he is filled with despair that it is not him being recognized. He is disillusioned and empty, unable to produce anything worthwhile. He feels the pressure of the music scene, and the expectations of those around him are too high.


The second verse finds the songwriter at a friend's party, where he brings a tape of his latest music. The lyrics make them happy, though it is not their typical genre. The songwriter reveals that he is not satisfied with where he is creatively and is disappointed at how he was now being viewed. The lyrics have lost their meaning and have become a product to be consumed, and the artist feels lost in the shuffle.


In the bridge, the songwriter explores the idea that music may be a crutch to replace the love that he used to cultivate in his life. Real love is long gone, and all he has left is the music, which may be failing him, leaving him empty and in despair.


Overall, the song expresses the emotions that accompany the pressure of fame and the feeling of being drained creatively. The sense of self-loathing that comes with believing one's work is inadequate is palpable throughout the lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

I stopped into a club
I visited a club


I thought I'd see a show
I expected a performance


Everyone was there
All my acquaintances were present


At least everyone I know
At least those I'm familiar with


Their knickers in a knot
They were agitated or upset


Their hands upon their heart
They expressed strong emotions


The best they'd ever seen
They found it the greatest thing they had ever witnessed


The greatest work of art
They deemed it an exceptional masterpiece


I wished that it was me
I yearned to be in their position


It's bleaker than you think
It's more desolate than perceived


I'm running out of ink
I'm running out of ideas


Give a guy a break
Please be kind or merciful


This is what it takes
This is the price one must pay


To drive a man to drink
To push a man to alcoholism


A party at a friend's
A celebration at a friend's place


Toronto's coolest scene
The most fashionable and trendy in Toronto


I thought I'd bring a tape
I intended to showcase my work on tape


To show them where I'd been
To demonstrate what I had achieved


And listen for a while
To hear it play for some time


The lyrics made them smile
The words amused them


They said that it was fine
They approved it


Although it's not the style
Even though it isn't their preferred genre


I said it wasn't me
I insisted it wasn't my true self


Once upon a time
In the past


I couldn't get enough
I was never content


Until I made it big
Until I became famous


And that's when it got rough
And that's when the troubles began


Disappointed now
Now feeling let down


Perhaps a bit surprised
Maybe a little taken aback


To look them in the face
To face them directly


And see it in their eyes
And sense their true feelings


They wish it wasn't me
They want it to not involve me


Could song be an alibi
Can music be an excuse


A lyric replacement for falling in love
Substituting love with lyrics


But now that the well is dry
But now that my creativity is exhausted


I can't understand what I've been singing of
I can not make sense of my own compositions


Do you know what it is to love?
Have you ever experienced true love?


To really love?
To love deeply?


Do I?
Do I understand?


I cycled by your house
I rode a bike past your dwelling


I saw you on the lawn
I noticed you on the yard


I see you all the time
I glimpse you regularly


Now that you are gone
Now that you are no longer with me


I tried to call your name
I attempted to call you


But something made me stop
But an inexplicable force prevented me


I call you once a day
I only call you once a day


Until you call the cops
Until you alert the authorities


And told them it was me
And accused me of something


I filled a plastic bag
I packed a plastic bag


With everything I wrote
Containing everything I ever wrote


I threw it off a bridge
I launched it off a bridge


And thought that it would float.
Expecting it to drift in the water


The water made it sink
The water caused it to submerge


The bag was bleeding ink.
The bag was leaking ink


I wished that I could swim
I wished that I could swim


I wished that I could drink
I wished that I could consume alcohol


To drive a man to drink
The situation can make a person turn alcoholic




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ED ROBERTSON, STEVEN PAGE

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