Salt Bag Spill
Citizen King Lyrics
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puttin'
dents in the padlock cold defying the laws of slingshot a white picket
fence
early dawn
the light bulb spins on the horn rims you blister in the sun you're just a
salt bag spill another salt bag spill cause it's a green jean battle from
the
burlap i break your ribs and it's full contact vagabonds you start a war
but
we're the cream of the crop and you're the cream of the corn crash
collide and
no good comeback flash in the pan like a burnt short stack but we've
got the
butter to let your mud slide you're slippin' on down for the test of time
so
i'm pitching my fork in mr. rourke you get the trap door with sawdust
splinters pepper in the jar gettin' served that dinner slam you like a
screen
door keepin' out the terminal condition you get the oatmeal bath
you're out of
commission you're tarred and feathered and covered in lacquer and
your head's
in a bucket that's ringing with laughter
The lyrics of Citizen King's song Salt Bag Spill are an interesting mix of verse with a variety of metaphors and analogies. The opening line, "you got the sideways grip" sets the scene for what is to come; a confrontation between two people or groups. The lines, "puttin' / dents in the padlock cold / defying the laws of slingshot" draw on the imagery of force against objects that should be unsympathetic to it. In this case, it seems as though the destructive actions of the unknown other are overcoming the barriers that would normally keep them at bay.
The lyrics continue with additional analogies; "a white picket fence / to separate the stones" demonstrates the fragility of physical boundaries, especially when they are pitted against the forces of nature, such as the tide. The phrase "you blister in the sun" provokes images of someone being exposed and vulnerable. This appears to be a theme throughout the song; the idea of the unknown other being exposed and vulnerable, while the singer is amused by their discomfort.
Line by Line Meaning
you got the sideways grip i'm about to flip your backdrop dizzy spell
You have a different and unique way of looking at things, but I am going to challenge that and make you see things from a different perspective.
puttin' dents in the padlock cold defying the laws of slingshot a white picket fence
I am breaking through barriers and overcoming obstacles, even those that seem impossible to overcome.
to separate the stones you stand on before the tide comes in on the early dawn
I want to make sure that you are well-prepared and grounded before a difficult situation arises.
the light bulb spins on the horn rims you blister in the sun you're just a salt bag spill another salt bag spill
You are expendable and insignificant, just like a bag of salt that has been spilled and needs to be cleaned up.
cause it's a green jean battle from the burlap i break your ribs and it's full contact vagabonds
This situation is a tough and intense battle, and I am not afraid to fight and do what it takes to win.
you start a war but we're the cream of the crop and you're the cream of the corn
You may think that you are powerful and in control, but we are the real leaders and you are just a follower.
crash collide and no good comeback flash in the pan like a burnt short stack
You are ineffective and your attempts to fight back are pointless and ineffective, just like a burnt stack of pancakes.
but we've got the butter to let your mud slide you're slippin' on down for the test of time
We have the power and resources to make it difficult for you to succeed, and eventually, you will lose and be forgotten.
so i'm pitching my fork in mr. rourke you get the trap door with sawdust splinters
I am making a bold move and taking a stand, which will lead to your downfall and inevitable defeat.
pepper in the jar gettin' served that dinner slam you like a screen door keepin' out the terminal condition
I am coming at you with full force and making it difficult for you to escape or resist, just like a screen door that keeps out unwanted flies.
you get the oatmeal bath you're out of commission you're tarred and feathered and covered in lacquer
You are powerless and defeated, reduced to a state of being covered in oatmeal, tar, and feathers, while others look down on you with contempt.
and your head's in a bucket that's ringing with laughter
Your failure is amusing and comical to others, who are celebrating your defeat and humiliation.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DAVID J. COOLEY, MATTHEW JOHN SIMS
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