LAY DOWN
Dallas Crane Lyrics


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Well the ocean spreads out the front of my house
If you come from north start heading down south
I watch the fast cars go past
While sipping gin from my glass
And bring a smoke to the lips of my mouth

'Cause I'm really fond of where I live
In the suicidal part of the town
I can always get a grip if my mind permits
Otherwise I go and lay down

Lay down, lay down
Lay down, lay down
Lay down, lay down
Lay down, lay down

What's that who's smashing bottles out the front of my house?
It's morning and I'm trying to sleep
Well a nine to five life is what my being's avoiding
But I gotta work 'cause nothin's free or cheap
Now I'm getting used to the football
And the control it's gotten over the town
'Cause I like to scream at shit when my throat permits
Otherwise I go and lay down

[Chorus]
Well lay down everything
Take it off in front of me
Lay down next to me
For Christ's sakes let me breathe

Well god I dunno what'll make me happy
Is it something good or evil and bad
And if I look the other way will my thoughts decay?
'Cause I don't want to bury my head deep in the sand
This tied knot you can never undo
You can call but don't make a sound
'Cause I can always drink and shit when my funds permit
Otherwise I'm just gonna go and lay down





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song “Lay Down” by Dallas Crane is about the singer’s love-hate relationship with his hometown. He talks about his fondness for the place he lives in, despite it being in the “suicidal part of the town”. He mentions watching fast cars go by while sipping gin, and smoking a cigarette. He then talks about his frustration with the noise outside his house, which he presumes is caused by someone smashing bottles. He then delves into the monotony of his job and how he’s still getting used to the football craze that has taken over the town. Despite everything, he talks about the little things that keep him going, such as screaming at things when he feels like it, or drinking and taking a dump when he has enough money for it.


There is a general sense of introspection in the lyrics, with the singer questioning what will make him happy - whether it’s something good or bad. The final lines of the song talk about a tied knot that can never be undone and the potential dangers of ignoring certain thoughts. The chorus urges the listener to lay down everything and take a breather, asking for some much-needed rest and relaxation.


Overall, the song’s lyrics present a unique perspective on the concept of home, showcasing both the good and the bad aspects of it.


Line by Line Meaning

Well the ocean spreads out the front of my house
The singer lives in a house by the ocean.


If you come from north start heading down south
The direction to the singer's house is south.


I watch the fast cars go past
The singer watches fast cars drive by.


While sipping gin from my glass
The artist drinks gin while watching the cars.


And bring a smoke to the lips of my mouth
The artist smokes while drinking gin and watching cars.


'Cause I'm really fond of where I live
The singer loves living by the ocean.


In the suicidal part of the town
The singer lives in a dangerous part of town.


I can always get a grip if my mind permits
The artist can handle life if they're mentally able to.


Otherwise I go and lay down
The artist sleeps when they can't handle life.


Lay down, lay down
The chorus repeats.


What's that who's smashing bottles out the front of my house?
Someone is breaking bottles outside the singer's house.


It's morning and I'm trying to sleep
The artist wants to sleep but can't because of the noise.


Well a nine to five life is what my being's avoiding
The singer doesn't want a typical office job.


But I gotta work 'cause nothin's free or cheap
The singer works because they need money.


Now I'm getting used to the football
The singer is getting into football (soccer).


And the control it's gotten over the town
Football has taken over the artist's town.


'Cause I like to scream at shit when my throat permits
The artist enjoys yelling at stuff during football games.


Otherwise I go and lay down
The singer sleeps when they can't handle life.


Well lay down everything
The chorus repeats with slight variation.


Take it off in front of me
The artist wants someone to be vulnerable with them.


Lay down next to me
The artist wants company while they sleep.


For Christ's sakes let me breathe
The artist wants space to breathe.


Well god I dunno what'll make me happy
The singer doesn't know what will make them happy.


Is it something good or evil and bad
The artist wonders if happiness can come from good or bad things.


And if I look the other way will my thoughts decay?
The singer worries that ignoring their problems will make things worse.


'Cause I don't want to bury my head deep in the sand
The singer doesn't want to avoid their problems.


This tied knot you can never undo
The singer has a problem they can't solve.


You can call but don't make a sound
The artist doesn't want to talk about their problem yet.


'Cause I can always drink and shit when my funds permit
The artist turns to alcohol and other vices to cope with their problem.


Otherwise I'm just gonna go and lay down
The singer sleeps when they can't handle life.


[Chorus]
The chorus repeats with slight variation.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: OBIE TRICE, MARSHALL B. III MATHERS, LUIS EDGARDO RESTO

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