flowers
Bill Mallonee Lyrics
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Chasing after the wind
Buy that line with all the money in the bank
And never ever look in
To be so damn enlightened
Oh to be so free
To be so down in the bottom of the ninth
At the top of the century
I came with dirty hands
I came with blinded eyes
Tongue tied I could barely speak the truth
About my tall lies
They sold me on some pleasure
Till the pleasure it sold me
Into something that looked and smelled
A whole lot like slavery
We all need new beginnings
The first steps make you better
Maybe you're just a prayer away
From getting your shit together
Flowers growing out of the desert
Flowers out of parched ground
Flowers coming right up through the cracks
Of the pavement in your old town
Flowering's not a science
It's more like a fine art
Flowers coming right up through the cracks
Of our broke up little hearts
In Bill Mallonee's "Flowers", the lyrics express the idea of finding beauty in unexpected places, even when it is accompanied by difficulty and pain. The opening lines, "Round here there's just trouble, chasing after the wind", suggest a sense of despair, and the following line, "buy that line with all the money in the bank and never ever look in", further emphasizes the idea of blindly following what society deems to be desirable, without looking within in order to find our true values and beliefs.
The second verse explores the danger of believing in false pleasure, as the singer reflects on a time when they were misled in their pursuit of happiness, ultimately leading to a sense of enslavement. Despite this darkness, the chorus shifts to a more hopeful tone, declaring that "we all need new beginnings" and that these beginnings can be found in surprising places, such as flowers growing in the desert or through the pavement of a broken town.
The final lines, "flowering's not a science, it's more like a fine art flowers coming right up through the cracks of our broke up little hearts", provide a metaphorical image of how beauty can arise from difficulty and brokenness. In the end, the song encourages listeners to seek out and appreciate the small moments of beauty in life, even amidst struggle and hardship.
Line by Line Meaning
Round here there's just trouble
This place is full of problems
Chasing after the wind
Pursuing something that is impossible to catch
Buy that line with all the money in the bank
People believe in this unrealistic idea despite having plenty of resources
And never ever look in
Avoiding introspection and self-reflection
To be so damn enlightened
To be completely aware and knowledgeable
Oh to be so free
To be liberated from all kinds of constraints
To be so down in the bottom of the ninth
To be in a very difficult situation, almost at the end of the line
At the top of the century
At a significant moment in history
I came with dirty hands
I arrived with a guilty conscience
I came with blinded eyes
I was not aware of the truth
Tongue tied I could barely speak the truth
Struggling to express the true opinion
About my tall lies
Regarding the lies I have made up
They sold me on some pleasure
They convinced me about some temporary satisfaction
Till the pleasure it sold me
Until I became a slave to this temporary pleasure
Into something that looked and smelled
Becoming a part of something that was completely like
A whole lot like slavery
A condition where one loses freedom and becomes completely controlled by someone or something else
We all need new beginnings
We all require a fresh start
The first steps make you better
Taking the initial steps can improve the situation
Maybe you're just a prayer away
It's possible that your salvation is just a hope away
From getting your shit together
From organizing yourself and taking control of your life
Flowers growing out of the desert
Life and beauty can exist in the unfavourable and difficult conditions
Flowers out of parched ground
In dry and barren land, plants can still grow
Flowers coming right up through the cracks
New life can come out of the cracks and imperfections
Of the pavement in your old town
Even the unpleasant parts of our past can give rise to something beautiful
Flowering's not a science
The act of blooming cannot be achieved through calculation or formulae
It's more like a fine art
It requires an artist's touch, and an appreciation for the beauty of the process
Flowers coming right up through the cracks
New possibilities can emerge from the unexpected places
Of our broke up little hearts
From our broken and bruised hearts, something beautiful can still grow
Contributed by Hailey J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.