Outside
Cuban Cigar Crisis Lyrics
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Rhetoric
Do you want me to
Die in here
I'm inside a tall
Building
Running from room to room
Familiar faces
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Just let me outside
Stuck in the
Elevator
Eating left-
Overs off a cart
Locked doors keeping
Me out
Lust calling
Me in
In "Outside," Cuban Cigar Crisis speaks about feeling trapped and isolated, unable to escape the confines of a tall building. They are frustrated with the rhetoric they are hearing, which seems to be keeping them stuck inside. They hint at the possibility of dying in such an environment, which gives a sense of urgency to their need to be free. Running from room to room, they are yet surrounded by familiar faces, but that does not lessen their feeling of isolation. They are craving the open air, wanting to escape the elevator they are stuck in and the leftovers they are forced to eat. They feel blocked by locked doors, but their desire to break free is ever present.
The lyrics of "Outside" can be interpreted as a commentary on feeling stifled by society or government, with the "rhetoric" referring to the propaganda or false promises made by those in power. Cuban Cigar Crisis may be expressing a desire to reject these limiting beliefs and to find their own way of living free. On a personal level, the song could also be about wanting to break free from a relationship, job or other situation that feels oppressive or confining.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm tired of your
I am exhausted by your constant rhetoric and meaningless words
Do you want me to
Are you trying to make me die in this enclosed space?
I'm inside a tall
I find myself within a lofty building with no way out
Running from room to room
I am frantically searching for a means to escape, sprinting from one space to another
Familiar faces
Despite the numerous individuals around me, I recognize none of them
Just let me outside
Please allow me to depart this confined space and breath the fresh air outside of these walls
Stuck in the
I am firmly wedged within this trap-like elevator, unable to escape
Eating left-
Here, in my state of confinement, I am forced to consume scraps from a cart to fend off hunger
Locked doors keeping
The doors are sealed shut, preventing any possible escape
Lust calling
I am tempted by sin, as desire beckons me to submit to its pull
Contributed by Emily M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.