Replica
Big Talk Lyrics
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Maybe I won't
When I'm done with the thrill
When I finally come home
But that's a long way home that is
When I finally come away from all the sinking ships
I'm tired of trying
To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter
She's a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
Well maybe I will
Maybe I won't
If I'm losing my step
Will you carry me home
But that's a long way home that is
Can I finally walk away from all the sinking ships
Oh baby I'm trying
It could take a long time
To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter
She's a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
But its got blood
Not your blood
Its that blood on your hands
Well your friends
Are your friends
Or your biggest fans
So pin that letter
Pin that letter
Pin that letter to your chest
I confess
I confess
I confess
Bring it back and cut it loose
Put it on like all the rest
You tell them lies
I'll tell them truths
I confess
I confess
She's a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
The song “Replica” by Big Talk features lyrics which are loaded with emotions and conflicts. The first two verses of the song illustrate the fear and hesitation of the singer towards going to the end of a thrilling ride, representing life challenges. He knows that he may not make it back home or to his comfort zone, but he still wants to take the risk of stepping into the unknown. As the song progresses, it highlights the singer’s struggle in distinguishing reality from an illusory mirage. There is this ‘replica,’ a mirror image of his conscience, taunting him to live in an idealistic world, but he realizes it is fake. The last verse speaks of a confession, which adds to the emotional intensity of the song. The singer is acknowledging that he has been dishonest, and others may have been fooled, but he needs to break free from this cycle of deceit.
“Replica” has a distinct sound, with a blend of rock and folk genres. However, what stands out is the repeated use of the lyric ‘No patron saints, not one, no one to trust outside of this.’ It emphasizes the singer’s skepticism towards the people around him; he believes he is on his own. Big Talk has written a song that captures the fear of uncertainty and the confusion of reality. Ultimately, “Replica” is a song of emotional exploration.
Line by Line Meaning
Well maybe I will
I am uncertain whether or not I will take certain actions
Maybe I won't
I have not yet decided on my future actions
When I'm done with the thrill
Once I have had enough excitement or stimulation
When I finally come home
After I return to a familiar or comfortable place
But that's a long way home that is
The journey back to that familiar or comfortable place will take a considerable amount of time
When I finally come away from all the sinking ships
Once I am able to escape from danger or a difficult situation
I'm tired of trying
I am exhausted from attempting to succeed or make progress
It could take a long time
The process of forgetting may be lengthy
To forget that color of the water
To put behind me a memory or experience that has left a mark
Only the deepest blues
The most intense, profound emotions
Can get me back to the crux of the matter
Are capable of bringing me to the central, most important point or issue
She's a replica
This person is not real or original, but a copy or imitation
An imitation of
A mimic or reproduction of
My conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
This copy of a person represents the voice in my head that points me towards what I believe is true happiness
Another image of
A different version of or perspective on
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
There is no external higher authority or source of guidance beyond the personal relationship with this copy of a person
If I'm losing my step
If I am faltering or losing my progress
Will you carry me home
Do you have the capacity and willingness to support and help me?
Oh baby I'm trying
I am actively attempting to succeed, despite difficulties
But its got blood
This situation or issue is fraught with danger, harm, or the potential for violence
Not your blood
I am not responsible for this harm or danger
Its that blood on your hands
You are responsible for the negative consequences of this situation or issue
Well your friends
The people you associate with or rely on
Are your friends
They are truly on your side and supportive
Or your biggest fans
They may not be fully supportive or genuine in their motives, but may only care about their own benefit from your association
So pin that letter
Take responsibility for your actions and consequences
To your chest
Make a personal commitment to take responsibility
I confess
I admit to the truth or reality of a situation
Bring it back and cut it loose
Revisit the situation and make a decision to end or move on from it
Put it on like all the rest
Deal with the situation as one would typically handle it or as it deserves to be handled
You tell them lies
You convey misinformation or deception to others
I'll tell them truths
I will tell others what I perceive to be the unvarnished and straightforward reality
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
I cannot rely on or trust external guidance, but must trust my own perception and judgment
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: RONNIE JR. VANNUCCI
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Kricket Saucedo
Well maybe I will
Maybe I won't
When I'm done with the thrill
When I finally come home
But that's a long way home that is
When I finally come away from all the sinking ships
I'm tired of trying
It could take a long time
To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter
She's a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
Well maybe I will
Maybe I won't
If I'm losing my step
Will you carry me home
But that's a long way home that is
Can I finally walk away from all the sinking ships
Oh baby I'm trying
It could take a long time
To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter
She's a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
But its got blood
Not your blood
Its that blood on your hands
Well your friends
Are your friends
Or your biggest fans
So pin that letter
Pin that letter
Pin that letter to your chest
I confess
I confess
I confess
Bring it back and cut it loose
Put it on like all the rest
You tell them lies
I'll tell them truths
I confess
I confess
She's a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
Lucas Conde ²
It's a really great song, and it deserves more attention !
Kricket Saucedo
Well maybe I will
Maybe I won't
When I'm done with the thrill
When I finally come home
But that's a long way home that is
When I finally come away from all the sinking ships
I'm tired of trying
It could take a long time
To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter
She's a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
Well maybe I will
Maybe I won't
If I'm losing my step
Will you carry me home
But that's a long way home that is
Can I finally walk away from all the sinking ships
Oh baby I'm trying
It could take a long time
To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter
She's a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
But its got blood
Not your blood
Its that blood on your hands
Well your friends
Are your friends
Or your biggest fans
So pin that letter
Pin that letter
Pin that letter to your chest
I confess
I confess
I confess
Bring it back and cut it loose
Put it on like all the rest
You tell them lies
I'll tell them truths
I confess
I confess
She's a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
Caio Feijó
Wow, Killers, add a mic to Ronnie's drum kit!
Ariela Almeida
I just love this song so much!
rebeldiamondgirl
Love it!! Good job Ronnie & Co!!
Janny Mikaelson
Oh, how I love this song!!!
Andres Norris
este video é ótimo, pois é uma das melhores musicas do album.
Steven Spahr
This jam didn't get the love it deserves.
Barack W. Trump
One of the best albums of that year 2011, I think
Stuart Seaton
I agree. This album rocks