By Half
Bill Hicks Lyrics


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I am an old brick mason and I've traveled in my time--
I've rambled north, I've rambled south, and up and down the line;
I've wandered east and wandered west, I've been most everywhere,
I've seen some things would make you weep, and some would make you stare.
And some would make you stare.

In Baton Rouge a lady lived, as best I can recall,
It was so very long ago it could have been St. Paul.
At any rate she kissed me with a rare and magic glance,
And I commenced to court and spark as if I had a chance,
As if I had a chance.

Her ankle it was curved just so, I never glanced her knee,
My heart began to patter should her dappled mare I see.
And passing I would leave a note, tucked neatly in her tack,
And hope I would that she would read, much more to send one back,
Much more to send one back.

And this she did! I'll ne'er forget, that lovely spring-time morn,
When rising with the early bells I found a scented form,
All pink and blue and violets, the message a cool draught--
"My love," she said, "my love for you it grows and grows by half ,
"Each day it grows by half."

From thince the time flew quickly, and the bricks rose from the floor,
I would stand upon my scaffold, watch my love pass thru the door.
Our notes would fly, like Luna moths, around the growing flame,
In every one she'd add a half, and I would do the same,
And I would do the same.

The summer passed to autumn, and the hotel it was done.
Where once there had been half the bricks there now was not a one.
And where her arrow once was seated well and to the mark,
I'd seen it fly until it came to rest inside my heart,
To rest inside my heart.

But then she told me sadly, that it was ne'er to be--
She had learned in mathematics that tis falseness that we see--
For when an arrow's started it must go by half, not all,
And from that it follows clearly that it cannot start at all,
Oh, it cannot start at all.


Each building that I've started has been finished in the end,
Each brick I've laid has kept its place spite of the stoutest wind.
I've heard the lady's married to some attorney from Dubuque,
With several lively children and a terrier named "Duke."
A terrier named "Duke."

But I--I've long departed, tho I'm not sure if I've went.
The road is long and winding, but the journey isn't spent.
I've never loved another like the girl who kept my heart,
And I've cursed the mathematics, that tore us all apart.
It tore us all apart.

I am an old brick mason now, I've traveled in my time--
I've rambled north, I've rambled south, and up and down the line;
I've wandered east and wandered west, I've been most everywhere,




I've seen some things would make you laugh, and some would make you care.
And some would make you care.

Overall Meaning

The song "By Half" by Bill Hicks tells the story of an old brick mason who has traveled extensively, and reflects on a past love affair. He reminisces about a lady he once courted in Baton Rouge, who caught his eye with a rare and magic glance. He describes the beauty of her ankle and the thrill he felt passing her dappled mare, leaving notes tucked neatly in her tack, and hoping for a response. When she did respond, it was with a message that said her love for him grew and grew by half every day, which he reciprocated in their notes. However, she eventually told him that their love could never be, citing the mathematical principle that an arrow must go by half, not all, and therefore, cannot start at all.


The song has a wistful and nostalgic tone, with the brick mason recalling his past with a mix of joy and sorrow. He reflects on the notes that he and his love exchanged, describing them as "Luna moths." The song beautifully captures the charm and innocence of a past love affair, and the bittersweet feeling of looking back on it with fondness and regret.


Line by Line Meaning

I am an old brick mason and I've traveled in my time--
I'm a seasoned brick mason with many travels under my belt.


I've rambled north, I've rambled south, and up and down the line;
I've gone north and south and covered a lot of distance along the way.


I've wandered east and wandered west, I've been most everywhere,
I've explored the east and west and all the places in between.


I've seen some things would make you weep, and some would make you stare.
I've witnessed things that would bring you to tears, and others that would leave you in awe.


And some would make you stare.
And others would simply leave you in wonder.


In Baton Rouge a lady lived, as best I can recall,
There was a woman in Baton Rouge that I remember vaguely.


It was so very long ago it could have been St. Paul.
It's been such a long time that I can't be sure if it was in Baton Rouge or somewhere else like St. Paul.


At any rate she kissed me with a rare and magic glance,
Regardless, there was a moment when she kissed me with a magical look in her eyes.


And I commenced to court and spark as if I had a chance,
I began to pursue her ardently, as if there were a chance for us.


As if I had a chance.
But in reality, it was a futile pursuit.


Her ankle it was curved just so, I never glanced her knee,
I admired her perfectly shaped ankle, yet I never let my gaze move up past her knee.


My heart began to patter should her dappled mare I see.
If I saw her spotted mare, my heart would start racing.


And passing I would leave a note, tucked neatly in her tack,
As I walked by her horse's gear, I would leave her messages in a discreet spot.


And hope I would that she would read, much more to send one back,
I hoped that she would find my notes and reply with one of her own.


Much more to send one back.
And hopefully, we could continue this exchange and grow closer.


And this she did! I'll ne'er forget, that lovely spring-time morn,
To my delight, she did reply! I remember it was a beautiful spring morning.


When rising with the early bells I found a scented form,
As I woke up with the early morning church bells, I discovered a fragrant note from her.


All pink and blue and violets, the message a cool draught--
The note was adorned with pink, blue, and violet colors and was refreshing to read.


"My love," she said, "my love for you it grows and grows by half,
In her message, she confessed her growing love for me, which increased by half each day.


"Each day it grows by half."
Her love for me was growing at an exponential rate.


From thince the time flew quickly, and the bricks rose from the floor,
Time passed quickly as I worked on building and laying the bricks.


I would stand upon my scaffold, watch my love pass thru the door.
As I worked on the scaffolding, I would glimpse her passing through the door.


Our notes would fly, like Luna moths, around the growing flame,
Our notes would pass like Luna moths, drawn to the intensity of the growing flame of our love.


In every one she'd add a half, and I would do the same,
In every message she sent, she continued to express her ever-growing love, which I reciprocated.


And I would do the same.
I returned her expressions of love as intensely as she gave them.


The summer passed to autumn, and the hotel it was done.
As the seasons changed, our love continued to grow, and we completed the hotel construction.


Where once there had been half the bricks there now was not a one.
We had used all of the bricks we had started with and had built a solid hotel structure.


And where her arrow once was seated well and to the mark,
Once, her affections were securely aimed at me, and we were making progress.


I'd seen it fly until it came to rest inside my heart,
However, her attention had waned, and I knew that her feelings for me had come to a halt.


To rest inside my heart.
Despite this, my love for her refused to abate and continued to lie dormant in my heart.


But then she told me sadly, that it was ne'er to be--
She eventually told me, with a heavy heart, that we could never be together.


She had learned in mathematics that tis falseness that we see--
She explained that in mathematics, half represents a falseness, and that our love was never meant to be.


For when an arrow's started it must go by half, not all,
She convinced herself that if love started growing exponentially, it would never work out in the end.


And from that it follows clearly that it cannot start at all,
She concluded that love must start at a slow and constant pace, or it will never take off.


Oh, it cannot start at all.
In her mind, love between us was doomed from the start.


Each building that I've started has been finished in the end,
I've always succeeded in finishing every building project that I've started.


Each brick I've laid has kept its place spite of the stoutest wind.
The bricks I've laid have remained secure, even in the face of the strongest winds.


I've heard the lady's married to some attorney from Dubuque,
I've heard that she's married some attorney from Dubuque and has children and a dog named Duke.


With several lively children and a terrier named "Duke."
She has a full life with her spouse, children, and a beloved dog.


But I--I've long departed, tho I'm not sure if I've went.
I've moved on from that chapter of my life, but I'm uncertain whether I did so physically or just emotionally.


The road is long and winding, but the journey isn't spent.
Although my journey has been long and winding, I still have much distance to cover.


I've never loved another like the girl who kept my heart,
While I've never found a love that compares to hers, the memory of her still remains in my heart.


And I've cursed the mathematics, that tore us all apart.
I've blamed mathematical principles for causing our love to dissipate and leaving us apart.


It tore us all apart.
In the end, the exponential growth of our love turned out to be our undoing.


I've seen some things would make you laugh, and some would make you care.
Over the course of my travels and experiences, I've come across both humorous and heartwarming circumstances.


And some would make you care.
Together, these experiences have left me with a deep appreciation for the value of human connection and intimacy.




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F_Funk

Fucking dreamer man, but Iā€™m not the only one! Love it

Bubbles

So funny!

Morgan Rutherford

Dying and also grabbing my 13st beer

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