Gone Gone Gone
Echo & the Bunnymen Lyrics


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My head is like an unblocked drain
My head is full of brains
My instincts are to kiss this train
I hear it coming
You're conscience says "mind how you go"
Your ulcer still says no
Your morals ebb
Your morals flow
Your mouth is running
The normal rules do not apply
And mine is not to reason why
Gone, gone, gone
My arms are like two shipyard cranes
That may not work again
My fortunes wax
My fortunes wane
My senses sunder
A cup would cheer
The cheerless heart
The path I dare not chart
I look askance, not quite the part
Someone has blundered
The normal rules do not apply
And mine is not to reason why
Gone, gone, gone
To all this scoundrel scheme of things
To all the pain it brings
To all those who pull the strings
I said good riddance
So pass the time to coin a phrase
I'll mint a million ways
To counterfeit my salad days
And split the difference
The normal rules do not apply
And mine is not to reason why
The normal rules do not apply




And mine is not to reason why
Gone, gone, gone

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Echo & the Bunnymen's song Gone Gone Gone set the tone for the rest of the lyrics. The singer’s head is compared to an unblocked drain, which suggests that their thoughts and emotions are flowing freely, without constraint or direction. The use of the word ‘brains’ reflects the complexity and multi-faceted nature of their mind. The next lines contain a paradox, where the singer’s instincts are telling them to do something self-destructive, to ‘kiss this train’, while their conscience warns them to be careful. This internal conflict reflects their turmoil and the confusion they are experiencing.


The theme of conflicting emotions continues throughout the song. The singer’s ‘ulcer’ represents the physical manifestation of their anxieties and fears, while their morals go back and forth, with no clear direction. Their mouth is ‘running’, perhaps indicating that they’re talking without thinking things through, or that their thoughts are tumbling out without any order. The refrain of the song, ‘gone, gone, gone’, could be interpreted as a lament for the loss of control, or a statement that the singer has already left and can’t be brought back.


The last verse of the song seems to suggest a turning point. The singer says ‘good riddance’ to the ‘scoundrel scheme of things’, which could refer to the external forces they feel are causing their turmoil. They have found a way to cope with their pain, even though it may not be honest or true to themselves. They are going to ‘counterfeit their salad days’ and ‘split the difference’, indicating that they will find a way to reconcile the opposing sides of their nature.


Line by Line Meaning

My head is like an unblocked drain
My mind is cluttered and chaotic


My instincts are to kiss this train
I'm irresistibly drawn to a dangerous situation


You're conscience says "mind how you go"
Your inner voice cautions you to be careful


Your ulcer still says no
You're stressed and anxious


Your morals ebb
Your values are weakening


Your morals flow
Your values are strengthening


Your mouth is running
You're saying things impulsively


The normal rules do not apply
The usual guidelines don't hold true in this situation


And mine is not to reason why
I don't need to understand why


Gone, gone, gone
Things have irreversibly changed


My arms are like two shipyard cranes
My arms are heavy and unresponsive


My fortunes wax
My luck is improving


My fortunes wane
My luck is declining


My senses sunder
I'm feeling disoriented


A cup would cheer
Having a drink would improve my mood


The cheerless heart
Someone who is continuously unhappy


The path I dare not chart
I'm hesitant to make important decisions


I look askance, not quite the part
I feel out of place


Someone has blundered
Someone has made a mistake


To all this scoundrel scheme of things
To all the dishonest happenings


To all the pain it brings
To all the suffering that results


To all those who pull the strings
To all those who manipulate from behind the scenes


I said good riddance
I'm happy to be rid of it all


So pass the time to coin a phrase
To fill the time, I'll come up with clever sayings


I'll mint a million ways
I'll come up with countless ideas


To counterfeit my salad days
To pretend like I'm in my carefree youth again


And split the difference
To take a compromise between two choices




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: LESLIE THOMAS PATTINSON, WILLIAM ALFRED SERGEANT, NOEL ANDREW BURKE, JAKE BROCKMAN, JOHN REECE DAMON

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