Feed Me
Elton John Lyrics


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Don't close the shades
I'm scared of the darkness
I'm cold as a razor blade
Inches from madness

Don't let me sleep here
They're all trying to kill me
I've seen the walls moving
They've all heard me screaming, screaming

Feed me
Feed my needs and then just leave me
Let me go back where you found me
`Cause I miss my basement
The sweet smell of new paint
The warmth and the comforts of home
So feed me
Give me my treatment and free me
My arms are so hungry so feed me

The room's so distorted
And filled with mad shadows
I feel like a carcass
White like a marrow bone

It all seems so long ago
I remember them laughing




I heard the ambulance scream
I saw the red light flashing, flashing

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Elton John's song "Feed Me" paint a picture of a person struggling with intense fear and paranoia. The singer is on the brink of madness, feeling cold and helpless in the darkness. They beg for someone to stay with them and not to let them sleep for fear of being killed.


The line "Feed me, feed my needs and then just leave me" speaks to the singer's desperation for comfort, but also their desire to be alone. They long for the safety and security of their basement, a place that feels like home, even though it's not necessarily a healthy environment. The imagery of new paint and warmth suggest a nostalgia for the past, perhaps even a time before the singer's decline into mental illness.


The stark contrast between the bright red of the flashing ambulance and the darkness of the room creates a sense of chaos, and the repetition of "screaming, screaming" emphasizes the singer's fear and desperation. Overall, the lyrics paint a vivid picture of the singer's struggle with their own mental health, and their desperate longing for safety and comfort.


Line by Line Meaning

Don't close the shades
Please don't shut out the light and leave me surrounded by darkness.


I'm scared of the darkness
I'm frightened of what lurks in the dark.


I'm cold as a razor blade
I feel numb and emotionless, like a sharp and icy blade.


Inches from madness
I'm close to losing my mind.


Don't let me sleep here
Please don't make me stay in this place.


They're all trying to kill me
I believe that everyone around me is out to harm me.


I've seen the walls moving
I perceive the walls around me as if they're alive and shifting.


They've all heard me screaming, screaming
I've been shouting for help, but no one seems to care.


Feed me
Provide me what I need to sustain myself.


Feed my needs and then just leave me
Give me what I need and depart from my presence.


Let me go back where you found me
Allow me to return to the place where I was discovered.


`Cause I miss my basement
Because I long for the familiarity and safety of my former dwelling.


The sweet smell of new paint
The pleasing aroma of fresh paint that reminds me of my home.


The warmth and the comforts of home
The cozy and secure feelings that home brings.


So feed me
Please provide me with what I require to survive.


Give me my treatment and free me
Provide me with the care I need and set me free.


My arms are so hungry so feed me
I have a strong desire and need for sustenance.


The room's so distorted
The space around me appears twisted and warped.


And filled with mad shadows
The area has shadows that seem insane and frightening.


I feel like a carcass
I feel lifeless and like a dead animal.


White like a marrow bone
My skin is as pale as a bone's marrow.


It all seems so long ago
It appears as though it has been many years since this all started.


I remember them laughing
I recall hearing people laughing at me.


I heard the ambulance scream
I heard the sound of an ambulance's siren.


I saw the red light flashing, flashing
I witnessed the flashing red lights of the ambulance as it approached.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BERNIE TAUPIN, ELTON JOHN

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Peter Harthen


on Sacrifice

not like todays crap

Peter Harthen


on Sacrifice

Even at 56 years old, this music still sounds so good to me, how music should sound.....

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