September
Dr.Rage and The Uppercuts Lyrics
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But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
The lyrics of "September" by Dr.Rage and The Uppercuts describe the fleeting nature of time and how we should cherish every moment we have with our loved ones. The song starts with the line, "Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December," which denotes the passage of time as we move from the warmer months to the colder ones. The lyrics suggest that while time may seem endless, it is in fact very limited, and we should make the most of every moment we have. As we reach September, the days grow shorter, and the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame, which is a metaphor for how quickly things can change.
The line "one hasn't got time for the waiting game" suggests that we should not waste our time waiting for the perfect moment to spend with our loved ones because time is fleeting, and we may never get that opportunity again. The chorus "Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few, September, November, and these few precious days I'll spend with you" reiterates the same message by emphasizing the limited time we have and how we must make the most of it by spending it with the people we love.
Overall, "September" is a song about savoring every moment because time is finite, and we never know when it will run out. It reminds us to prioritize the ones we love and cherish every moment we have with them.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
The time from May to December seems like a very long time.
But the days grow short when you reach September
But when September comes around, time starts to feel short.
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
The autumn weather turns the leaves into flames of different colors.
One hasn't got time for the waiting game
One cannot waste time waiting around for something to happen.
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
Oh, the days are coming to an end and becoming precious few.
September, November
The months of September and November.
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These remaining precious days will be spent with you.
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