Cloudy
Cool Calm Pete Lyrics
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Fighting Phaenic spells, the citys the real
Quarter delay at a quarter to six
I'm sorry lady done stepped on my kicks, voluptuous tricks
Fucking around, and it sucks to be you,
But I guess living a lie is a luxury too.
It probably plain to say that some strange days
And any-which-way let a man convey it
From his own mistakes, yeah baby you must learn
Hand full of tricks, A fist full of motivation,
Flailing punches, swinging without hesitation
Snooping around, ain't no buried treasure,
It's just sunken ships and short-lived pleasures,
It's the simple things that brick up a foundation,
Like a mound of patience gets you a pound of waiting.
I'm hating cause there ain't much love in my life,
It's just drugs, jobs, and a bundle of gripes. (What?)
Haven't you heard, it's a modern condition,
A band of glitches, and a mob of bitching.
A crowd of adversaries, the more the merrier,
I ain't going down without a fight til' my burial,
You broke the barrier, and fell off it's spokes,
Now it's tumbling down and it's waking the folks.
(Chorus)
Guess these ailments come along with the territory,
A better story, now you're telling me what's better for me.
Mellow shorty, wanna chill with the kin(?) folks.
Smoke weed and be down with those inside jokes. (haha)
Bubble(?) of mischief, let's take you to the disco,
There's talk of the demo, but still no disc, though.
Provoke Panic, how strange they demand it,
In a city of millions, how one can feel STRANDED.
Hand to the heart, now one can feel the tempo,
One empty bottle and one written-verse memento.
All in all, Still sorta like a good day,
One ice cube for this growing pain tooth-ache.
Baked on a Monday, the Misses is still snoring,
Ignoring the foley, imagination is soaring,
Designing women with a fat ass like Delta Burke,
Working girls still find time just to make it work.
Be-be-Back to the drawing board,
Scribbled her vaguely,
Jot then a mock, frown, Why the long face, be?
Neglect is heard, I must have been stabbed or something,
Blood Curdling, The wound is now settling.
In stitches, the broken hand counts riches,
Was it as hard, maybe they broke his spirit,
Only time will tell, they've just began to hear it.
The mic store it, You can't come near it.
The song "Cloudy" by Cool Calm Pete is a reflection on a day filled with frustration and setbacks. The title "Cloudy" is appropriate as it refers to both the muggy day, as well as the singer's state of mind. The first verse describes a day filled with mishaps and missed opportunities. The singer is late for an appointment due to a quarter hour delay and accidentally steps on someone's shoes. He is also frustrated with the way people are living their lives, hypocritical and fake. He ends the verse by acknowledging that despite the strange days, he will commit to his own terms and mistakes, as well as learn from them.
The second verse continues with the theme of frustration as the singer is searching for something that seems out of reach. He is disappointed by the lack of love in his life, feeling trapped by his job and his gripes. Despite these difficulties, he is still determined to fight until his burial. The chorus talks about how these ailments come with living in this world, but the singer is still grateful for the good day he had. He describes how he smokes weed and spends time with his kinfolk, laughing at inside jokes. He also talks about the futility of trying to provoke panic in a city of millions, and how he is left feeling stranded.
The final verse contains more vivid imagery as the singer muses about the design of women's bodies and the brokenness of both physical and mental spirits. He reminds us that neglect is a very real issue, with people being stabbed both physically and emotionally. In the end, he stores his microphone and wistfully acknowledges that he must return to the drawing board.
Overall, "Cloudy" is a song that highlights the difficulties of living in a world that often feels stacked against us. It is a reflection on the mundane frustrations and disappointments that we face every day, but also reminds us of the simple joys that can make life worth living.
Line by Line Meaning
Cloudy, Muggy The day's all shitty as hell
The weather is bad and everything seems negative.
Fighting Phaenic spells, the citys the real
The environment is tough and hard to deal with.
Quarter delay at a quarter to six
There's a delay that is causing frustration.
I'm sorry lady done stepped on my kicks, voluptuous tricks
The artist is apologizing to a woman he accidentally bumped into and is also attracted to her.
Fucking around, and it sucks to be you,
But I guess living a lie is a luxury too.
The artist acknowledges that it's not fair to deceive someone, but pretending to be someone else can be comfortable at times.
It probably plain to say that some strange days
And any-which-way let a man convey it
The singer thinks it's clear that there are difficult days, and he wants to express his feelings in any way he can.
Commit to his terms no need for concern,
From his own mistakes, yeah baby you must learn
The singer advises someone to stick to their own decisions and to learn from their own mistakes.
Hand full of tricks, A fist full of motivation,
Flailing punches, swinging without hesitation
The artist has a lot of ideas and energy but is unsure how to use them effectively.
Snooping around, ain't no buried treasure,
It's just sunken ships and short-lived pleasures
The artist warns that looking for excitement can lead to risky situations without any lasting reward.
It's the simple things that brick up a foundation,
Like a mound of patience gets you a pound of waiting.
The artist values patience and consistency as key ingredients for building a stable life.
I'm hating cause there ain't much love in my life,
It's just drugs, jobs, and a bundle of gripes. (What?)
The singer is frustrated because their life lacks love and fulfillment, and instead is filled with drugs, work, and complaints.
Haven't you heard, it's a modern condition,
A band of glitches, and a mob of bitching.
The artist comments on society's tendency to complain and criticize while ignoring the many positive aspects of modern life.
A crowd of adversaries, the more the merrier,
I ain't going down without a fight til' my burial,
The singer is ready to face any challenges and will continue to fight until the very end.
You broke the barrier, and fell off it's spokes,
Now it's tumbling down and it's waking the folks.
Someone has made a mistake and now it's causing problems for everyone involved.
Guess these ailments come along with the territory,
A better story, now you're telling me what's better for me.
Difficult situations are a natural part of life and the singer is being sarcastic about someone else telling him what to do.
Mellow shorty, wanna chill with the kin(?) folks.
Smoke weed and be down with those inside jokes. (haha)
The artist wants to relax, smoke weed, and hang out with close friends.
Bubble(?) of mischief, let's take you to the disco,
There's talk of the demo, but still no disc, though.
The artist wants to have fun and go to a disco, but there's no actual music yet.
Provoke Panic, how strange they demand it,
In a city of millions, how one can feel STRANDED.
People seem to enjoy creating chaos and panic, but the singer feels isolated in a crowded city.
Hand to the heart, now one can feel the tempo,
One empty bottle and one written-verse memento.
The singer is feeling the rhythm and has written down some memorable lyrics while drinking.
All in all, Still sorta like a good day,
One ice cube for this growing pain tooth-ache.
Despite the challenges, the artist is still having a decent day but is experiencing physical discomfort.
Baked on a Monday, the Misses is still snoring,
Ignoring the foley, imagination is soaring,
The artist is high on a Monday morning and his partner is still asleep while he's lost in thought and imagination.
Designing women with a fat ass like Delta Burke,
Working girls still find time just to make it work.
The artist is admiring women with curvy bodies but also recognizes that hardworking women are impressive too.
Be-be-Back to the drawing board,
Scribbled her vaguely,
Jot then a mock, frown, Why the long face, be?
The singer is starting over with a creative project and is making rough sketches while questioning the purpose and emotions behind the art.
Neglect is heard, I must have been stabbed or something,
Blood Curdling, The wound is now settling.
The artist realizes he has been neglectful and feels guilty, as if he has been hurt and is now recovering.
In stitches, the broken hand counts riches,
Was it as hard, maybe they broke his spirit,
Only time will tell, they've just began to hear it.
The singer has been through tough times and has gained valuable experiences, but he wonders if it has damaged his mental health or if he can overcome it.
The mic store it, You can't come near it.
The singer is confident in his musical abilities and doesn't want others to interfere.
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