Fall Rive… Read Full Bio ↴Ali :: Vocals | Kevin :: Guitar | John :: Drums | Matt :: Bass
Fall River formed in early 2003 after the break-up of their first project, Manhunt . Since 3 of its 4 members were already a solidified writing team of 5+ years, they began working on material and playing shows almost immediately. The goal was clear: to take the musicianship and lessons learned from their last project and continue forward. In just the relatively short time they've been together, they have released a 3-song demo that has sold over 2,000 copies, toured the Midwest, South, and East Coast, and made a name for themselves across most the US.
Blending disjointed rhythms with quick time changes and one-noter grooves, Fall River has created a unique and intense sound: Think hardcore meets rock 'n' roll, with vocals that rival some of the most brutal in the scene. Fall River isn't about taking the rock and roll image too seriously; their captivating live show is just as much fun as it is passionate.
At Least You Bought Her Flowers
Fall River Lyrics
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The lyrics to Fall River's song At Least You Bought Her Flowers paint a picture of a woman in an abusive and suffocating relationship. The clock on the wall reminds her of the passing of time, and with every tick, she feels like her existence is slowly coming to an end. The arrival of her partner is unwelcome and only casts a murky shadow over what should have been a happy home. The sudden realization that she is still alive and has to confront the reality of her situation is overwhelming, as she feels like she is at fault for everything that is happening to her. Her screams go unheard, and she is left to clean up the aftermath of her abuse as if it is just another domestic chore.
Despite the trauma inflicted upon her, the woman puts on a facade of happiness, smiling prettily just as she was taught. She is a bird in a cage, trapped by her partner's ring on her finger, though there are no visible marks on her face. The monster begs for her forgiveness, but she knows hope is dead, and her spirit is haunting the place. She feels like a prisoner, stuck in a cycle of abuse, unable to escape. The lyrics are haunting and evoke a sense of despair and hopelessness, highlighting the urgent need to address domestic abuse.
Line by Line Meaning
The clock on the wall says 5:15. Oh god no.
I am in fear as I hear the loud ticking of the clock creating a sense of urgency as the time reads 5:15, as I anticipate the worst is yet to come.
15 minutes till the end of me.
I am convinced that my life is soon to end in the next 15 minutes with no hope of survival or escape.
Everything comes crashing down.
I am overwhelmed as all my hopes and dreams are crushed before me whilst feeling helpless.
I hear his key turn the lock. I hear footsteps down the hall.
I become anxious as I hear the sound of his entry and footsteps approaching me, knowing what's to come next.
This happy home, is not what it appears to be.
The life I once thought was perfect and happy is nothing more than a charade hiding the ugly truth behind closed doors.
The clock on the wall says 5:45. Where am I? Can it be I'm still alive?
As I come back to consciousness, I lose track of time, consumed by the question of whether I am still alive after enduring the violence of my abuser.
I'm sure all of this will be my fault. I can't see past this here and now.
Despite not being at fault, I feel as though I brought this agony upon myself while perceiving this moment as the end-all, be-all, losing sight of hope for a happy future.
Why keep screaming if no one hears a sound?
I become disheartened, realising that no one is there to hear my cries for help or to offer me a way out of this living nightmare.
So I clean my blood up with a kitchen towel. I pick myself up off of the ground.
I attempt to mask the physical evidence of the agony I felt by cleaning the blood stains on my body and I pick myself up from the ground, trying to regain my strength.
I smile pretty just like they taught. A bird in his cage and I know I'm caught.
In order to survive, I pretend to be content, put on a smile just like I was taught to by others in society whilst knowing that I am trapped like a bird in a cage.
His ring around my finger waits and there's not a mark upon my face.
Although there are no visible injuries on my face, his ownership of me is displayed in the form of the ring on my finger as I become his property.
I clean the blood up with a kitchen towel. The monster swears he's sorry now.
After the abuse he inflicted, he manipulates me with his apologies and good intentions, causing me to clean up the evidence and accept his lies.
I smile pretty just like he wants. Hope is dead, yet her spirit haunts.
In order to keep the peace, I continue to put on a facade of fake happiness in front of him, while inside, I've lost all hope and am slowly losing myself.
His ring around my finger waits, it's suicide but I can't escape.
The possession of his wedding ring around my finger is a symbol of my demise, as I feel as though I am trapped with no way out, slowly losing my will to live.
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