Consolation Prizefighter
Braid Lyrics


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Your head's in the way of my mind
And by the way I'm fine
But I'm a liar
And I'm trying
So give me a brand name and
I'll wrap my arms around the caller's collar
Ring ring
Tears in the towel throw it in
Who'll chose the prizefighter?

Windows down the idiots yell
At me, meek on the street
Clueless as usual and unbelievably easily bruisable
But I'm trying
So give me a capgun and
I'll press my lips on the necks of the next ones
Ring ring
It's everything





Won too few in one too many

Overall Meaning

Possible interpretation:


The opening lines suggest that there's a mental obstacle preventing the singer from thinking clearly, but they claim that they're okay despite being a deceiver by nature. They want someone to give them something recognizable to hold onto, like a product name, so they can feel a sense of control over the outside world, indicated by the reference to the collar of the phone caller (either a literal or a metaphorical image). The repeated refrain of "ring ring" reinforces the idea of communication as both a means of connection and a source of interruption or annoyance.


The next lines mix metaphors of boxing and bathing, as the singer seems to be considering giving up and letting someone else take the lead. The phrase "consolation prizefighter" implies that they haven't been a successful contender in the actual game of life, and that they're settling for less or trying to find some comfort in being a runner-up. The use of plural forms ("who'll chose," "tears in the towel") makes it unclear whether the singer is addressing themselves or other people, or both, as potential spectators or participants in this struggle. The brawl could be seen as a sign of courage or recklessness, and the tears could be seen as a sign of weakness or frustration. The metaphor of the towel being thrown in also suggests surrendering or admitting defeat.


The last verse describes a scene where the singer is either driving or walking, and some strangers insult them for no apparent reason (unless being meek counts as a provocation). The singer feels vulnerable and ignorant, but still determined to assert themselves somehow. They ask for a toy gun to use as a phallic symbol of dominance, but the gesture seems more pathetic than menacing. The final line is ambiguous, as it could mean the singer has won too little, too late, or has won a few times but encountered too many losses or opponents. The sense of inadequacy and dissatisfaction lingers, as the song fades out.


Overall, "Consolation Prize Fighter" expresses a mix of anxiety, detachment, and rebellion, with a surreal and fragmented imagery that reflects the complexities and absurdities of modern life.


Line by Line Meaning

Your head's in the way of my mind
You're blocking my thoughts and it's getting in the way


And by the way I'm fine
I'm okay, despite everything else happening


But I'm a liar
I'm not telling the whole truth


And I'm trying
I'm making an effort to make things better


So give me a brand name and
If you tell me what to do or what to like, I'll do it


I'll wrap my arms around the caller's collar
I'll hold onto anything that will give me a sense of security


Ring ring
The phone is ringing, a call for help


Tears in the towel throw it in
I'm giving up, admitting defeat


Who'll chose the prizefighter?
Who will select the chosen one, the one who never gives up?


Windows down the idiots yell
People are shouting and making noise around me


At me, meek on the street
I feel powerless and weak surrounded by others


Clueless as usual and unbelievably easily bruisable
I'm lost and confused as always, and I'm incredibly vulnerable


But I'm trying
I'm still making an attempt despite everything


So give me a capgun and
If you give me something to defend myself, I'll take it


I'll press my lips on the necks of the next ones
I'll do whatever I need to do to stay alive


Ring ring
The phone is still ringing, a reminder that I need help


It's everything
This is everything I need to survive


Won too few in one too many
I've lost more than I've won, and it's taking a toll on me




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