Malignant
Ed Tullett Lyrics


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Short parole for everyone,
You shake a big C.
Chauffeur soul to black baton,
You shake a big C,
You make it out.

Pray by the corner, weight-shy daughter,
We die.

Ritual stroll along chiffon,
We wake a big sea.

I know it cannot tier itself,
Bliss, a shallow tease in mouth,
Oh, the narrow keel of health,
Drank a dapper fear, aimed out.

Caught in a rainbow drown,
Taught on a payphone,




Not in a paved countdown,
You caught a sea.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ed Tullett's "Malignant" are enigmatic and cryptic, leaving room for interpretation and personal reflection. The song appears to describe a situation of imprisonment or entrapment, where the singer is seeking a way out but finds themselves caught in a cycle of repetition and hopelessness. The opening lines of "short parole for everyone, you shake a big C" suggest a system of incarceration, where even a brief release is possible but ultimately futile. The "big C" could refer to cancer, which could symbolize a destructive force or the inevitability of death.


The following lines mention a "weight-shy daughter" and praying by the corner, adding a sense of vulnerability and desperation to the story. The repeated line "we die" reinforces the idea of mortality and the fleeting nature of life. The reference to a "ritual stroll along chiffon" could suggest a certain degree of luxury or excess, but it is unclear how this fits into the broader narrative.


Line by Line Meaning

Short parole for everyone,
Everyone is briefly released from their sentence.


You shake a big C.
You are struggling with a major issue.


Chauffeur soul to black baton,
Your spirit is taken to a dark place.


You make it out.
You manage to escape the situation.


Pray by the corner, weight-shy daughter,
A young girl who is self-conscious prays at the corner.


We die.
Death comes for all of us.


Ritual stroll along chiffon,
A ceremonial walk on a delicate fabric.


We wake a big sea.
We awaken a great turmoil.


I know it cannot tier itself,
I know it can't arrange itself in order.


Bliss, a shallow tease in mouth,
Happiness feels temporary and insincere.


Oh, the narrow keel of health,
The delicate balance of being healthy.


Drank a dapper fear, aimed out.
Consumed a refined fear with a clear objective.


Caught in a rainbow drown,
Trapped in an overwhelming and confusing situation.


Taught on a payphone,
A lesson learned through unexpected communication.


Not in a paved countdown,
Not following a predetermined plan.


You caught a sea.
You were overwhelmed with emotion.




Writer(s): EDWARD TULLETT

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