The Longshoreman's Lament
Falcon Lyrics


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For some reason this greasy dead season's running circles around me.
(Can you fell it now? Come on and feel it now!)
I'm like a log in the fire, and shit, I don't know what to believe.
(Can you feel it mow...come on feel it now...)

Black soled feet and a burlap throne. I'm gonna cry 'til Daddy comes home.
Yeah, you really never know (we really gotta go).
I'm yellow stained rotten. I'm gone and forgotten. (It's the windpipe, they cut the windpipe...)
I fucked the whole crew now my skin's grey and spotting. (Can you feel it yet? It's what we all get!)

The sailors and the prostitutes are dancing on the graves
Of all the noblemen and the maidens and the slaves.
The longshore haunts are empty. The sticky spots have dried.
I'm drowning in my skin from the tears I never cried.
Fuck the "Lord be with you's" and fuck the "Bless my soul's".
Go down to the barrel and stick it in the hole.





Stick it in the motherfucking hole!

Overall Meaning

The Longshoreman's Lament by Falcon The is a song that captures the dark and hopeless feeling of being stuck in a dead-end job or a monotonous routine. The lyrics paint a bleak picture of a longshoreman or a worker who is struggling to make sense of their life. The line "For some reason, this greasy dead season's running circles around me" sets the tone for the entire song, as it describes a sense of hopelessness and despair.


The following line "I'm like a log in the fire, and shit, I don't know what to believe" portrays the singer's feeling of being stuck in a situation they cannot escape. They are burnt out and cannot find a way out of their predicament. The words "Black-soled feet and a burlap throne, I'm gonna cry 'til Daddy comes home" describe the melancholic state of the singer. They feel trapped, powerless and long for a way out.


The rest of the song goes on to describe the singer's feelings of being forgotten and left behind. They describe their skin turning yellow and grey, suggesting they are either sick or dying. The sailors and prostitutes are dancing on graves, which is a metaphor for celebrating death and the end of suffering. The chorus "Can you feel it now? Come on and feel it now!" is an invitation to the listener to empathize with the singer and feel their pain.


Overall, The Longshoreman's Lament is a dark and melancholic song that captures the feelings of hopelessness and despair that can come with dead-end jobs or monotony.


Line by Line Meaning

For some reason this greasy dead season's running circles around me.
The difficult and confusing time I'm experiencing seems to be never-ending and overwhelming.


I'm like a log in the fire, and shit, I don't know what to believe.
I feel helpless and lost, unsure of what to think or do about my current situation.


Black soled feet and a burlap throne. I'm gonna cry 'til Daddy comes home.
I feel trapped and miserable, longing for comfort and the presence of someone I can rely on.


Yeah, you really never know (we really gotta go).
Life is unpredictable and constantly changing, so we must be ready to adapt and move on.


I'm yellow stained rotten. I'm gone and forgotten. (It's the windpipe, they cut the windpipe...)
I am deteriorating and forgotten, possibly due to the harm others have caused me.


I fucked the whole crew now my skin's grey and spotting. (Can you feel it yet? It's what we all get!)
My past actions have led to negative consequences, and everyone will eventually face the same fate.


The sailors and the prostitutes are dancing on the graves Of all the noblemen and the maidens and the slaves. The longshore haunts are empty. The sticky spots have dried. I'm drowning in my skin from the tears I never cried.
Those who were once oppressed or exploited are now gone, while those who benefited from it celebrate. The places that once held memories are now empty and forgotten. The pain and emotions I never expressed have taken a toll on me.


Fuck the "Lord be with you's" and fuck the "Bless my soul's". Go down to the barrel and stick it in the hole. Stick it in the motherfucking hole!
I reject the traditional religious expressions of comfort and instead turn to crude actions as a coping mechanism.




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