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Keasbey Nights
Catch 22 Lyrics


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It was the summer of '95 (so what?!),
In the backyard, shaving the old plies.
Feeling so strong, something went wrong.
Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long.
I still remember that day, like the day that I said that I swear,
"I'll never hurt myself again",
But it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong, to be wrong, to be wrong.
So I've got to keep holding on
They always played a slow song.
When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk,
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest
Singing "my, my, my, how the time does fly,
When you know you're going to die by the end of the night."
I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
Feeling so good, cruising the hood; straight into the real world,
Rich kids never understood. But I don't care.
I can fade away to anywhere.
Don't stop because you might get dropped
And if you do who's going to pick you up.
Well I won't, they always played a slow song.

Overall Meaning

The song "Keasbey Nights" by Catch 22 was written by Tomas Kalnoky in 1995. The lyrics of the song depict the memories of the summer of '95 when Tomas was shaving old plies in his backyard when he accidentally injured himself. This event made him realize that he'd hurt himself in the past and promised himself that he wouldn't do it again. The song's message emphasizes the importance of holding on even when things seem tough.


The lyrics also describe how Tomas reminisces about the past when he was younger and the times were tough. Despite feeling good and cruising through life, rich kids never understood him or his struggles. But he doesn't care and he can fade away to anywhere. The line "When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk, with a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest" signifies the idea of fighting back against oppression.


Overall, the song is a reflection of life struggles and how people can overcome obstacles to keep holding on to their dreams and goals.


Line by Line Meaning

It was the summer of '95 (so what?!),
In the year 1995, during the summer season, which might seem insignificant to some.


In the backyard, shaving the old plies.
Shaving or cleaning things that were old and worn out in the backyard.


Feeling so strong, something went wrong. Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long.
Feeling confident and powerful, but then getting hurt unexpectedly, experiencing severe pain as a result.


I still remember that day, like the day that I said that I swear, "I'll never hurt myself again",
The memory of the day of the injury is so vivid, just like the memory of making a promise to never hurt oneself again.


But it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong, to be wrong, to be wrong. So I've got to keep holding on
Despite the promise, it feels like accidents keep happening, making it necessary to keep trying to hold on and avoid getting hurt.


They always played a slow song.
People tend to play slow and depressing music even though it makes things worse.


When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk, With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest
In a hypothetical dangerous situation, the singer would be prepared with a gun and protective gear.


Singing "my, my, my, how the time does fly, When you know you're going to die by the end of the night."
Musings about how fast time passes by when one is facing a deadly threat and might not survive beyond the night.


I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
The memory is still fresh of when they were young and vulnerable.


No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
During difficult times, it was hard to find people who cared about what the artist was going through.


Feeling so good, cruising the hood; straight into the real world,
Despite the circumstances, feeling elated and upbeat, driving around in the neighborhood, and facing life head-on.


Rich kids never understood. But I don't care.
Wealthy young people could not relate to or empathize with the artist's experiences, but it doesn't matter to them.


I can fade away to anywhere.
Being able to disappear and blend into the background when necessary.


Don't stop because you might get dropped And if you do who's going to pick you up. Well I won't, they always played a slow song.
Encouragement to keep moving forward, as stopping could lead to disappointment, and no one will be around to help; and in tough times, the kind of music played only makes things worse.




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