Sylvia Plath
Breathe Owl Breathe Lyrics


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Walkin'...
After dark...
Walkin'...
Through the graveyard.
Laughin'...
when I wasn't scared
And laughin'...
when I was.

And I got feelings for her...
And my feelings get hurt
when I try to act tough.

Here comes the scary part...
I dare you to walk through the woods
make your way towards the grave that's her's
whisper poems of hers
verse by verse
I don't know if i know the words...

But I got a picture of her...
And my feelings get hurt
when they make fun of us.
I don't if you can hear me,
I know my friends are laughin' at me
behind the trees...
Well, you can let 'em laugh Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath...
Is that you?

Walkin'...
After dark...
Walkin'...
Through the graveyeard.
Still laughin'...




When i wasn't scared...
Still, still laughin' when i was.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Breathe Owl Breathe's song "Sylvia Plath" contain a mixture of eerie and lighthearted imagery, alluding to the late poet Sylvia Plath and the emotions that she may inspire. The singer is walking through a graveyard at night, initially laughing out of bravado but also feeling vulnerable to hurt. The lyrics then shift to a dare: to walk through the woods and visit Sylvia Plath's gravesite, where the singer might whisper lines of her poetry. The singer feels protective and sentimental towards the poet, even as their friends mock them.


The lyrics of "Sylvia Plath" themselves are not about Plath per se, but rather about the fascination and vulnerability that the singer feels towards her writing. However, by invoking Plath's name and image, the song creates a mood of intensity and poetic longing. The graveyard setting underscores the theme of mortality and of being haunted by the ghosts of those who have come before us. Overall, the song creates a sense of simultaneously wanting to understand and preserve the legacy of a brilliant artist, while also recognizing the fraught and complicated emotions that this endeavor can entail.


Line by Line Meaning

Walkin'...
Strolling...


After dark...
During nighttime...


Walkin'...
Strolling...


Through the graveyard.
Moving through the resting place of the dead...


Laughin'...
Expressing joy with laughter...


When I wasn't scared
When fear wasn't affecting me...


And laughin'...
And giggling...


When I was.
Even when I was afraid...


And I got feelings for her...
I developed emotions towards her...


And my feelings get hurt
And I feel hurt by those emotions...


When I try to act tough.
When I pretend to be strong and resilient...


Here comes the scary part...
Now a frightening segment is forthcoming...


I dare you to walk through the woods
I challenge you to traverse the forest...


make your way towards the grave that's her's
Head to her specific burial place...


whisper poems of hers
Speak softly her own written words...


verse by verse
Methodically, one section of the poem after the other...


I don't know if i know the words...
I'm uncertain whether I remember the lines correctly...


But I got a picture of her...
But I have a photographic representation of her...


And my feelings get hurt
And it pains me emotionally...


when they make fun of us.
When they ridicule us...


I don't if you can hear me,
I'm unsure if you can hear me...


I know my friends are laughin' at me
I'm aware my companions are mocking me...


behind the trees...
Concealed and obscured by the trees...


Well, you can let 'em laugh Sylvia Plath.
You can permit them to laugh Sylvia Plath.


Sylvia Plath...
Addressing Sylvia Plath...


Is that you?
Is that truly you?


Still laughin'...
Still giggling...


When i wasn't scared...
When there wasn't an emotional response of fear...


Still, still laughin' when i was.
Still, still laughing even when I was scared.




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