Last Day Blues
Biscuit Boy AKA Crackerman Lyrics


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We were dreaming of houses we'd built
With the money we'd make
Dreams so real our muscles had forgotten to ache
Just listening to a radio
Whilst treading on grapes
Ain't my usual choice of keeping in shape

And that's the reason we get ourselves sun-burnt
Is we're oh-so greedy for sun
Sick of all the time, spent under shadow
Of somebody else's white bum

And the reason we make these holidays
One or two weeks and not three
Is we're scared during last day blues
We'll get dragged like kid from the sea
Scared during last day blues
We're dragged like kid from the sea
Scared that the extra week may expose
Asylum seeker we could easily be
We could easily be
We could easily be

We were picketing gates of a place
Where we'd been given the sack
Where anyone with half a brain would never want to go back
About to light the cocktails
We had to use to attack
When a different cocktail made us lose our tack

And the reason I stood out in the winter
Until I turned blue and I cried
Was I thought it'd make, make me feel warmer
With the person waiting inside

And the reason we make these holidays
One or two weeks and not three
Is we're scared during last day blues
We'll get dragged like kid from the sea
Scared during last day blues
We're dragged like kid from the sea
Scared that the extra week may expose
Asylum seeker we could easily be
We could easily be
We could easily be

The exhaustion numbed our minds
And lowered the stakes
Till we forgot the original reason we planned the escape
And the dreams that never seemed
Any good when awake
Utopia's




Only Utopia
If you're willing to wait

Overall Meaning

In "Last Day Blues," Biscuit Boy AKA Crackerman talks about the dreams of escaping the monotony of work, the fear of not having enough money, and the exhaustion that comes with it all. The lyrics speak of the longing for a better life, where one can build his own house and not worry about money. He talks about how they work so hard that their muscles forget to ache, but that they are always chasing the sun to escape someone else's shadow. Even if they fear being an asylum seeker, they still long to be free from the grind of work. The last days of holidays bring with them sadness, knowing that they must return to the life they want to escape. When they leave, they feel like kids struggling to escape the grip of the sea, afraid they'll be dragged back in.


The second verse speaks of picketing the place where they lost their jobs, desperate and angry. They're about to throw petrol bombs when something else happens - they meet somebody they want to be with, and suddenly, they forget their anger. The singer talks about standing out in the cold, hoping that it will make them warmer when they finally get inside with their loved one. The song then returns to the chorus, where the fear of last day blues and the grind of life keeps them from staying longer on holiday.


Line by Line Meaning

We were dreaming of houses we'd built With the money we'd make Dreams so real our muscles had forgotten to ache
We were having vivid dreams of the houses we could build with the money we'd earn. These dreams had become so real that we were no longer feeling the physical strain of our hard work


Just listening to a radio Whilst treading on grapes Ain't my usual choice of keeping in shape
We weren't used to working out by pressing grapes while casually listening to the radio.


And that's the reason we get ourselves sun-burnt Is we're oh-so greedy for sun Sick of all the time, spent under shadow Of somebody else's white bum
We deliberately exposed ourselves to the sun in order to get a tan because we were tired of always being in the shade of someone else's behind.


And the reason we make these holidays One or two weeks and not three Is we're scared during last day blues We'll get dragged like kid from the sea Scared during last day blues We're dragged like kid from the sea Scared that the extra week may expose Asylum seeker we could easily be We could easily be We could easily be
We only take one or two week vacations because we fear that extending the trip will reveal us as being in search of asylum. We feel like kids dragged back from the sea and are afraid that authorities will catch on to us.


We were picketing gates of a place Where we'd been given the sack Where anyone with half a brain would never want to go back
We were protesting outside of a place where we had been fired, something which any sane person wouldn't want to revisit.


About to light the cocktails We had to use to attack When a different cocktail made us lose our tack
We were about to attack using Molotov cocktails when we accidentally became intoxicated and lost our coordination.


And the reason I stood out in the winter Until I turned blue and I cried Was I thought it'd make, make me feel warmer With the person waiting inside
I stood outside in the cold winter until I was blue and crying because I believed that being with the person waiting for me would bring me warmth.


The exhaustion numbed our minds And lowered the stakes Till we forgot the original reason we planned the escape And the dreams that never seemed Any good when awake Utopia's Only Utopia If you're willing to wait
The exhaustion made us forget why we wanted to escape and the dreams we had were not quite as appealing in reality. Utopia is achievable only if you are willing to wait for it.




Writer(s): Damon Butcher, Paul Heaton

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