Beach Slang were a three piece punk rock band from Philadelphia. Members al… Read Full Bio ↴Beach Slang were a three piece punk rock band from Philadelphia. Members also play in Weston, Crybaby and Ex-Friends. They have been described as sounding like "a one-night stand between The Psychedelic Furs and The Replacements". They broke up in 2021.

Their debut EP - Who Would Ever Want Anything So Broken was released on Dead Broke Rekerds.

Their second EP - Cheap Thrills on a Dead End Street was released in September 2014 on Tiny Engines.

Bad Art & Weirdo Ideas
Beach Slang Lyrics

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The sound of your heart is wired to break
Too fucked up to love, too soft to hate
The hum of your lung is my favorite thing
And the air you shove out
Into my mouth

Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha

I've always felt stuck, alone, or ashamed
The gutter's too tough, the stars are too safe
I'm always that kid always out of place
I try to get found
I've never known how

Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha

Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha

I'm tracing the lines on your handsome face
The scars on your arms, the shape of your veins
We are not alone, we are not mistakes
Don't whisper now
We're allowed to be loud

Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha

Ah ha ha
Ah ha ha

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Beach Slang's song "Bad Art & Weirdo Ideas" seem to describe a relationship that is not based on conventional attraction or even love. Instead, the singer is drawn to the sound of the other person's body, particularly the "hum" of their lung, which they describe as their "favorite thing." They seem to be deeply connected to this other person, even taking in their breath and feeling comfortable being "loud" around each other. The singer also describes feeling like an outsider, and suggests that they have found a kindred spirit in the other person. The affection between them is not based on physical beauty, but on the scars and veins on the other person's body.

Line by Line Meaning

The sound of your heart is wired to break
Your heart, which effectuates emotions, is predisposed to being hurt, which is unfortunate.

Too fucked up to love, too soft to hate
You're too traumatized to love and too gentle to loath.

The hum of your lung is my favorite thing
The underlying sound of your breathing is pleasant and comforting to me.

And the air you shove out
The breath that you exhale.

Into my mouth
Toward my oral cavity.

I've always felt stuck, alone, or ashamed
I've never felt like I belonged with anyone and frequently experience a sense of isolation and embarrassment.

The gutter's too tough, the stars are too safe
Society's dregs are daunting, and the idealized picture of success and happiness is unrealistic.

I'm always that kid always out of place
I often feel like an outsider wherever I go.

I try to get found
I make attempts to be found or noticed.

I've never known how
I've been unsuccessful in figuring out how to be found or noticed.

I'm tracing the lines on your handsome face
I'm drawing attention to and admiring the features of your attractive face.

The scars on your arms, the shape of your veins
I'm pointing out the distinguishing marks on your arms and the unique contours of your veins.

We are not alone, we are not mistakes
We're not solitary creatures or errors; we're part of a broader community and inherently valuable.

Don't whisper now
Speak with confidence and clarity.

We're allowed to be loud
We're permitted to be vocal and expressive without reservation.

Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: JAMES SNYDER

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