Saturday
Campbell Isobel & Lanegan Mark Lyrics
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Be alright to look her up
The faded priestess of the highways and crutch
Calling when you're down on luck
By the disused railroad road station you go
To the house of dirty pearl
Her existential situation you know
She is not like other girls
She may ask you, "Do you believe?"
You can't stay, though you'll never leave
See the sapphire in the skylines so blue
See the diamond in the dirt
When you think the subject won't turn to you
She got demons up her skirt
Isn't sure of her reflection at all
Is seduced by all things past
A pleasure-seeker of dejection
Gazing into her looking glass
She may ask you what you believe
But the mirror doesn't see me
Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone
She may ask you, â??Do you believe?â??
You can't stay, though you'll never leave
Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone
Now a sundown comes, a new day for her
Tired of dress and ??
You'd be a fool to ask her to lift you up
Why go up when we go down?
You should tire of ties that bind you
Film of fever leaves so fast
You've got trouble far behind you
Well knows nothings' made to last
See how God hears a lion roar
Watch the serpent crossing the floor
Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone
The song "Saturday" by Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan is a hauntingly beautiful ballad about a woman who has experienced the highs and lows of life. The song paints a vivid picture of a woman who is mysterious and alluring, yet troubled and broken. The lyrics suggest that the woman is a "faded priestess of the highways and crutch," someone who has seen the worst that life has to offer and has emerged battered and scarred. She is a "pleasure-seeker of dejection" who is "seduced by all things past."
The woman in question has a complex relationship with herself and the world around her. She is portrayed as someone who is deeply introspective, wrestling with her own image and what she sees reflected in the world. She is prone to asking existential questions about belief, but at the same time, the singer suggests that her inner turmoil and self-absorption prevent her from truly seeing those around her. Saturday's gone, and she remains stuck in a cycle of self-destruction.
Overall, the song is a powerful portrait of a woman who has been through a lot, and who is struggling to come to terms with her own existence. The lyrics are poetic and evocative, and the music is haunting and atmospheric. Together, they create a sense of melancholic beauty that is hard to forget.
Line by Line Meaning
If we're good ? for dusty highways and such
If we're prepared for long journeys through barren landscapes
Be alright to look her up
It's okay to visit her
The faded priestess of the highways and crutch
A woman who appears willing to lend a hand to those in need
Calling when you're down on luck
The woman offers help when you're going through a rough patch in life
By the disused railroad road station you go
You head towards an abandoned train station
To the house of dirty pearl
You reach the shabby residence of the priestess
Her existential situation you know
She's caught up in an existential crisis
She is not like other girls
The priestess is unique and intriguing
She may ask you, "Do you believe?"
The priestess may prompt you about your beliefs
You can't stay, though you'll never leave
You can't stay but her thoughts will linger on
See the sapphire in the skylines so blue
The beauty of the blue skies amazes her
See the diamond in the dirt
She discovers beauty in unexpected places
When you think the subject won't turn to you
When you think it's irrelevant to you
She got demons up her skirt
The priestess is burdened with difficulties
Isn't sure of her reflection at all
She isn't sure about her self-image
Is seduced by all things past
She's drawn to the past
A pleasure-seeker of dejection
She seeks pleasure in melancholy
Gazing into her looking glass
She examines herself in the mirror
She may ask you what you believe
The priestess may ask about your beliefs
But the mirror doesn't see me
The mirror doesn't reflect her true self
Saturday's gone
Saturday has ended
Saturday's gone
Saturday has ended
Saturday's gone
Saturday has ended
Saturday's gone
Saturday has ended
Now a sundown comes, a new day for her
There's a new beginning for her as the sun sets
Tired of dress and ??
Tired of societal norms
You'd be a fool to ask her to lift you up
You'd be foolish to ask her for assistance
Why go up when we go down?
Why embrace success when we're meant to fail?
You should tire of ties that bind you
You should break away from things holding you down
Film of fever leaves so fast
The excitement of the moment fades away quickly
You've got trouble far behind you
You're moving past your troubles
Well knows nothings' made to last
Nothing lasts forever
See how God hears a lion roar
God sees and hears power and strength
Watch the serpent crossing the floor
Be cautious of the serpent slithering on the floor
Saturday's gone
Saturday has ended
Saturday's gone
Saturday has ended
Saturday's gone
Saturday has ended
Saturday's gone
Saturday has ended
She may ask you, "Do you believe?"
The priestess may ask about your beliefs
You can't stay, though you'll never leave
You can't stay but her thoughts will linger on
Saturday's gone
Saturday has ended
Saturday's gone
Saturday has ended
Saturday's gone
Saturday has ended
Saturday's gone
Saturday has ended
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: CAMPBELL
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The Type Two Life
One of my all time favorite songs.
mxyby
I heard this on 'The Loft' serious radio station. Creepily enchanting. I like it!
Cristian SanLoz
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Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan:Saturday's Gone
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Saturday's Gone
This song is by Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan and appears on the album Ballad Of The Broken Seas (2006).
If you're kind for dusty highways and such
Be all right to look her up
The faded priestess of the highways and crutch
Calling when you're down on luck
By the disused railroad station you go
To the house of dirty pearl
Her existential situation you know
She is not like other girls
She may ask you, "Do you believe?"
You can't stay, though you'll never leave
See the sapphire in the skylines so blue
See the diamond in the dirt
Ans when you think the subject won't turn to you
She got demons up her skirt
It isn't sure of her reflection at all
Is seduced by all things past
A pleasure-seeker of dejection
Gazing into her looking glass
She may ask you what you believe
But the mirror doesn't see me
Saturday's gone, Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone, Saturday's gone
She may ask you, "Do you believe?"
You can't stay, though you'll never leave
Saturday's gone, Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone, Saturday's gone
Now a sundown comes, a new day for her
Tired of dress and leave the ground
You'd be a fool to ask her to lift you up
Why go up when you go down?
If you should tire of ties that bind you
Filmed on fever leaves so fast
You got trouble far behind you
Well knows nothing's made to last
Hear how God sees a lion roar
Watch the serpent crossing the floor
Saturday's gone, Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone, Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone, Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone, Saturday's gone
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Awesome
northcountrybhoy
Hear how God see her lion roar.
Watch the serpent crossing the floor
Caniman
Very Well Fandango
Erwin Klement
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