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Boredoms Lyrics


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I bide my time
I sit myself in the same position every day
I list my lives
I watch them count down as I waste them all away
It's such a lonely feeling
Such a lonely feeling
So break your back
Rising up into the clouds and down beneath the cracks
I'll count the days
Until I see you on your hands and knees crawling back
It's such a lonely feeling
Such a lonely feeling
Half-baked you roam the
Nights like they are your
Own, all the streets are
Vibrant and coloured
Oh how you miss the
Days when your friends were
All out
Oh it's such a lonely feeling
I'm not alone
In this feeling
The ground it is heaving
I'm old but I'm breathing
I'm dead but
I'm not alone
In this feeling
The ground it is heaving
I'm old but I'm breathing
I'm dead but
Half baked you roam
Half baked you roam the streets
You call your home
You call your home your
Half baked you roam
Half baked you roam the streets
You call your home
You call your home your
Half baked
I can tell you've been drinking again
I can tell that you put down the pen
And picked up some bad habits
Half baked
I can tell you're feeling the strain
I can tell that you put down the pen
And picked up some bad habits
Half baked you roam
Half baked you roam the streets




You call your home
You call your home your

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Up" by Boredoms convey a sense of loneliness and unfulfillment in life. The first verse describes the singer's routine and repetition, sitting in the same position every day, feeling like their lives are slowly slipping away. The repetition of the phrase "It's such a lonely feeling" emphasizes the emotional isolation and dissatisfaction the singer experiences.


The second verse suggests a desire for change and escape from this monotonous existence. The line "So break your back, rising up into the clouds and down beneath the cracks" suggests a need for a drastic shift, perhaps a metaphorical rebirth or transformation. The singer longs for a return of someone they have lost, counting the days until they can be reunited.


The third verse introduces the concept of being "half-baked," implying that the singer is not fully developed or complete. They wander the streets, reminiscing about the vibrant and colorful days when they had a vibrant social life and close friends. The repetition of "Oh it's such a lonely feeling" emphasizes their yearning for the past and the sense of isolation they currently feel.


The chorus reiterates the theme of loneliness but also acknowledges that the singer is not alone in feeling this way. Despite feeling old or dead inside, they are still breathing and sharing this common emotional experience with others. The line "The ground it is heaving" suggests that beneath the surface, there is a collective struggle and unrest.


The final verse suggests a recognition of self-destructive habits, such as drinking, and the consequences they have on the singer's emotional state. The repetition of "Half baked you roam the streets" suggests a lack of direction or purpose in their life, with their home becoming a symbol of their fragmented state of being.


Overall, "Up" by Boredoms explores themes of loneliness, yearning for change, and the consequences of self-destructive behavior. It captures a sense of emotional disconnection and the longing for something more meaningful and fulfilling in life.


Line by Line Meaning

I bide my time
I patiently wait for something to happen


I sit myself in the same position every day
I find comfort in routines and don't like change


I list my lives
I keep track of the different roles or identities I have


I watch them count down as I waste them all away
I see my opportunities diminishing as I waste them without taking action


It's such a lonely feeling
I feel isolated and alone


So break your back
Exert yourself to the point of exhaustion


Rising up into the clouds and down beneath the cracks
Striving for success but also experiencing setbacks and failures


I'll count the days
I will eagerly await the time


Until I see you on your hands and knees crawling back
I expect you to return humbly and in need of forgiveness


Half-baked you roam the nights like they are your own
You wander aimlessly through the night without a clear purpose or direction


All the streets are vibrant and coloured
The streets are lively and full of energy


Oh how you miss the days when your friends were all out
You long for the times when you were surrounded by friends and companionship


I'm not alone in this feeling
I know that others share the same sense of loneliness


The ground it is heaving
There is a significant upheaval or turmoil happening


I'm old but I'm breathing
Despite my age, I am still alive and have vitality


I'm dead but
Metaphorically speaking, I feel lifeless and empty


Half baked you roam
You wander aimlessly without direction or purpose


You call your home
You consider the streets as your place of belonging


I can tell you've been drinking again
I can perceive that you have been consuming alcohol once more


I can tell that you put down the pen
I notice that you have stopped writing or expressing yourself


And picked up some bad habits
You have acquired negative behaviors or addictions


I can tell you're feeling the strain
I can sense that you are experiencing stress or pressure


Half baked you roam the streets
You wander aimlessly through the streets without direction or purpose


You call your home your
You identify the streets as your place of belonging


Half baked
Metaphorically speaking, you are incomplete or lacking in substance




Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Daniel Rimmer

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