Blueboy's songwriting touches on the timeless indie-pop motifs of intimacy and vulnerability, with a modicum of sexual ambiguity, both in lyrics and cover artwork. Their sound combines the jangly guitar-based pop sound of their genre with elements of bossa nova and shoegazer.
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Blueboy Lyrics
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I like kissing my own lips
Just like Michael I'm completely mad
I like sex at my own pace
I, this nation's narcissus, laureate
I like mirrors in bedrooms mirrors in bedrooms
Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)
I wanna walk cute down the streets of soho
I wanna walk down the streets
Oh slow d-r-e-a-m your life away for twenty-four hours
T-e-a-s-e the girls, I say try it for one day
Dressed in white crimply white like a bride
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Your son and your daughter
Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)
I wanna walk cute down the streets soho
Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)
I wanna walk down the streets
Oh slow just another fake cockney, ah!
The lyrics to "Self Portrait" by Blueboy are full of irony and self-deprecation. The singer starts with the admission that he is very sad, perhaps indicating a loss of self-confidence or a deep unhappiness with his own life. However, he then goes on to list the things he likes, including kissing his own lips and having sex at his own pace, suggesting that he is not entirely without self-love or a sense of pleasure. He calls himself the nation's narcissus laureate, indicating that he is both self-absorbed and proud of it.
The next section of the song is a call to be taken out to the bright lights, to walk the streets of Soho and be seen by others. However, even as he longs for attention, he admits to a sense of unreality, telling the listener to "dream your life away for twenty-four hours" and to "tease the girls" but only for a day. He imagines himself dressed in white, like a bride, but quickly undercuts this image by comparing himself to a lamb to the slaughter. The final line, "just another fake cockney," suggests that he is aware of his own pretensions and perhaps even slightly embarrassed by them.
Overall, "Self Portrait" is a complex and nuanced exploration of the singer's relationship to himself and to others. It captures a sense of longing and dissatisfaction, combined with an unwillingness to fully embrace either self-hatred or self-love. The lyrics are full of contradictions and paradoxes, reflecting the complexity of human emotion and experience.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh I am very very sad
I am feeling extremely sad and down.
I like kissing my own lips
I enjoy the act of kissing my own lips.
Just like Michael I'm completely mad
Like Michael, I am insane and crazy.
I like sex at my own pace
I enjoy having sex at my own speed and in my own way.
I, this nation's narcissus, laureate
I am the champion of this country's narcissists.
I like mirrors in bedrooms mirrors in bedrooms
I enjoy having mirrors in my bedroom.
Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)
Let's go out to the bright city lights.
I wanna walk cute down the streets of soho
I want to stroll down the streets of Soho in a cute way.
Oh slow d-r-e-a-m your life away for twenty-four hours
Slow down and dream away your life for a whole day.
T-e-a-s-e the girls, I say try it for one day
I suggest teasing girls for a day and see how it feels.
Dressed in white crimply white like a bride
I am dressed in white, like a bride, with crimped white hair.
Like a lamb to the slaughter
I am going down an unfortunate path, like a lamb being led to slaughter.
Your son and your daughter
Your children are following along with me.
Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)
Let's go out to the bright city lights.
I wanna walk cute down the streets soho
I want to stroll down the streets of Soho in a cute way.
Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)
Let's go out to the bright city lights.
I wanna walk down the streets
I want to go for a walk down the streets.
Oh slow just another fake cockney, ah!
Slow down and see that I am just another fake Cockney accent speaker.
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