I Feel It All
Feist Lyrics


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I feel it all, I feel it all
I feel it all, I feel it all
The wings are wide, the wings are wide
Wild card inside, wild card inside

Ooh, I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun
I know more than I knew before
I know more than I knew before
I didn't rest, I didn't stop
Did we fight or did we talk?

Ooh, I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun

I love you more
I love you more
I don't know what I knew before
But now I know I wanna win the war

No one likes to take a test
Sometimes you know more is less
Put your weight against the door
Kick-drum on the basement floor
Stranded in the fog of words
Loved him like a winter bird
On my head the water pours
Gulf stream through the open door
Fly away
Fly away to what you want to make
Ho-o-o-ome

I feel it all, I feel it all (ha)
I feel it all, I feel it all (ha)
The wings are wide, the wings are wide
Wild card inside, wild card inside

Ooh, I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll end it though you started it

The truth lies (we could be together)
The truth lied (and now I wonder)
And lies divide (to the end, we've got to make it)




Lies divide
Ho-o-o-ome

Overall Meaning

Feist's song "I Feel It All" is a passionate reflection on the complexities of love and relationships. The repetition of the phrase "I feel it all" throughout the song speaks to the intense emotions that come with being open and vulnerable in love. The imagery of "wide wings" and a "wild card" inside suggests a sense of freedom and risk-taking. The lyrics "I'll be the one who'll break my heart, I'll be the one to hold the gun" capture a sense of agency and self-awareness, acknowledging that sometimes we are the ones causing our own pain.


Line by Line Meaning

I feel it all, I feel it all
I am completely immersed in this experience, feeling every emotion and sensation that it brings.


The wings are wide, the wings are wide
This is a moment of freedom, with endless possibilities and potential.


Wild card inside, wild card inside
There's an unpredictable element to this situation, and anything could happen.


Ooh, I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'm willing to take risks and put myself out there, even if it means potential heartbreak.


I'll be the one to hold the gun
I have control in this situation, and I'm willing to take responsibility.


I know more than I knew before
I've learned from my past experiences and I'm growing wiser with each new one.


I didn't rest, I didn't stop
I kept moving forward and persevering, despite obstacles or challenges.


Did we fight or did we talk?
I'm reflecting on a past conflict and unsure of whether it could have been resolved through communication rather than fighting.


I love you more
This feeling of love has grown even stronger than before.


I don't know what I knew before
I used to be uncertain or unaware of what I wanted or needed, but that has changed.


But now I know I want to win the war
I have a clear goal and a determination to overcome any obstacles standing in my way.


No one likes to take a test
Challenges or trials are often unpleasant, but they can lead to growth and greater knowledge.


Sometimes you know more is less
Having too much information or options can actually be overwhelming or unhelpful in certain situations.


Put your weight against the door
Dig in and apply pressure, with the intention of breaking through or overcoming a barrier.


Kick-drum on the basement floor
The sound of determination and perseverance, even in the face of challenges or adversity.


Stranded in the fog of words
Feeling overwhelmed or bewildered by a situation or conversation that's clouded in ambiguity or confusion.


Loved him like a winter bird
This feeling of love was fleeting and unlikely to last, like a bird that only appears during the winter months.


On my head the water pours
I'm being emotionally or mentally overwhelmed or inundated.


Gulf stream through the open door
A feeling of possibilities or opportunities opening up, like a stream of warm air flowing in through an open door.


Fly away
Letting go and moving on to something new, with a sense of freedom and lightness.


Fly away to what you want to make, home
Embracing the opportunity to create something new or a new sense of home in a different place or situation.


I'll end it, don't you start it
I'm taking control of an unhealthy or toxic situation and putting an end to it before things escalate.


The truth lies
There's a hidden or obscured truth to this situation.


The truth lied
The truth was manipulated or obscured in the past.


And lies divide
Lies can create rifts or divisions, harming relationships and causing conflict.


Home
A sense of belonging and comfort, wherever that may be.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Leslie Feist

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@intuit13

austenwack The fireworks, to me, represent the levels of cuil both within and beyond the levels of our human functioning as Feist struggles to realize the gravity of what is and what is not going on around her. The increasing level of cuil as each new explosion fires off represents her eternal paradox and the unconscious reality of everyday love and atonement to contemporary movements of thought.

One Cuil = One level of abstraction away from the reality of a situation.

Example: You ask me for a Hamburger.

1 Cuil: if you asked me for a hamburger, and I gave you a roman candle.

2 Cuils: If you asked me for a hamburger, but it turns out I don't really exist. Where I was originally standing, a picture of a hamburger rests on the ground.

3 Cuils: You awake as a hamburger. You start screaming only to have special sauce fly from your lips. The world is in sepia.

4 Cuils: Why are we speaking German? A mime cries softly as he cradles a young cow. Your grandfather stares at you as the cow falls apart into patties. You look down only to see me with pickles for eyes, I am singing the song that gives birth to the universe.

5 Cuils: You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. I give you a hamburger. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a hamburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children's laughter. I give you a hamburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hamburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a hamburger.

6 Cuils: You ask me for a hamburger. My attempt to reciprocate is cut brutally short as my body experiences a sudden lack of electrons. Across a variety of hidden dimensions you are dismayed. John Lennon hands me an apple, but it slips through my fingers. I am reborn as an ocelot. You disapprove. A crack echoes through the universe in defiance of conventional physics as cosmological background noise shifts from randomness to a perfect A Flat. Children everywhere stop what they are doing and hum along in perfect pitch with the background radiation. Birds fall from the sky as the sun engulfs the earth. You hesitate momentarily before allowing yourself to assume the locus of all knowledge. Entropy crumbles as you peruse the information contained within the universe. A small library in Phoenix ceases to exist. You stumble under the weight of everythingness, Your mouth opens up to cry out, and collapses around your body before blinking you out of the spatial plane. You exist only within the fourth dimension. The fountainhead of all knowledge rolls along the ground and collides with a small dog. My head tastes sideways as spacetime is reestablished, you blink back into the corporeal world disoriented, only for me to hand you a hamburger as my body collapses under the strain of reconstitution. The universe has reasserted itself. A particular small dog is fed steak for the rest of its natural life. You die in a freak accident moments later, and you soul works at the returns desk for the Phoenix library. You disapprove. Your disapproval sends ripples through the inter-dimensional void between life and death. A small child begins to cry as he walks toward the stairway where his father stands.

7 Cuils: I give you a hamburger. The universe is engulfed within itself. A bus advertising hotdogs drives by a papillon. It disapproves. An unnatural force reverses Earth's gravity. You ask for a hamburger. I reciprocate with a mildly convulsing potato. You disapprove. Your disapproval releases a cosmic shift in the void between birth and life. You ask for a hamburger. A certain small dog feasts on hamburger patties for the rest of its unnatural, eternal endurance. Your constant disapproval sends silence through everything. A contrived beast becomes omnipotent. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger your body becomes an unsettled blob of nothingness, then divides by three. The papillon barks. The universe realigns itself. You, the papillon, and the hamburger disapprove. This condemnation stops the realignment. Hades freezes over. A pig is launched is launched into the unoccupied existence between space and time with a specific hamburger. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger. It screams as you lift it to your face. You laugh maniacally as I plead with you. You devour the hamburger as it pleads for mercy. I disapprove and condemn you to an eternity in a certain void where a certain pig and its specific hamburger are located. The Universal Space-time Continuum Committee disapproves of my irrational decision. You are locked away and are fed hamburgers for the rest of your natural existence. A pickle refuses to break down during the process of digestion. You die in a freak accident. A certain pickle lives the rest of its life in a comatose state. Your soul disapproves. Down the street a child cries as a hamburger gets stuck in, and climbs back up, her esophagus. You ask again for a hamburger. I refuse to reciprocate. You demand a lawyer. I remind you harshly that this is the new world order. Lawyers no longer exist. Only papillons. Your name is written on a list of sins. Blasphemy. You ask for a hamburger. The comatose pickle vanquishes your soul from this universe. Realignment occurs. You beg for a hamburger. A certain papillon's name is written on an obelisk in Egypt. Mumble. Peasants worship the obelisk. Your soulless corpse partakes in the festivity. Hamburgers are banned universally. The sun implodes. All planets cease to have ever existed. Mercury. Venus. Earth. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto is the only mass in existence. Conveniently, you are on vacation here. Your need for hamburgers re-establishes space-time. Earth is recreated under your intergalactic rule. Hamburgers are your army. You wake up. Clowns. Clowns everywhere. Your dream rushes to meet you. You are kidnapped. You ask for a hamburger. They hand you a hotdog.



@santiagocorreajara2409

Lyrics😎

I feel it all I feel it all
I feel it all I feel it all
The wings are wide the wings are wide
Wild card inside wild card inside

Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun
I know more than I knew before
I know more than I knew before
I didn't rest I didn't stop
Did we fight or did we talk

Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun
I love you more
I love you more
I don't know what I knew before
But now I know I wanna win the war



[Bridge]
No one likes to take a test
Sometimes you know more is less
Put your weight against the door
Kick drum on the basement floor
Stranded in a fog of words
Loved him like a winter bird
On my head the water pours
Gulf stream through the open door
Fly away
Fly away to what you want to make
Ho-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ome

[Verse 3]
I feel it all, I feel it all
I feel it all I feel it all
The wings are wide, the wings are wide
Wild card inside, wild card inside

[Verse 4]
Oh I'll be the one to break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll end it thought you started it

[Outro]
The truth lies
The truth lied
And lies divide
Lies divide
Ho-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ome



All comments from YouTube:

@JeramiDugan

I lost my first son, Rhythm Dugan, the same day I heard this song. It makes me cry, smile, hurt, dance and question life all at the same time. I haven’t heard it in 7 years until today, but it still triggers me in the best and worst way. I am forever a fan, by default. RIP baby boy.

@BudBonkerson

God bless his soul. Hope you're doing well 🙏

@derekblayer6271

🙏 prayers for you

@Themuseemporium

♥️🙏

@jaxh3449

The name is so beautiful and perfect.

@jeanamillis3078

I’m so sorry for you lose 💜

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@hmh2hmh

This song came out shortly before I was admitted to the hospital for eating disorder treatment for the first time. I remember being stuck between those walls for months, under the watchful eye of nurses 24/7, forced to actually face my demons instead of covering them up with harmful distractions. And this would be in my head on repeat all the time, like an empowerment anthem. "I feel it all, I feel it all." If you can't go over it, can't go under it, can't go around it... you have to go through it. You have to feel it all.


It's been ten years now and there was a hiccup a year in that required another hospital stay, but I've been doing well for a long time now and every time I hear this song it sparks a memory of the best worst time of my life. I wish that my scared and sick 19-year-old self could see my present self; I definitely know more than I knew before.

@saintkazama

im really proud of u :(

@noelikesunicorns2270

Made me smile. Nice job. You are strong

@kellieann7128

I'm very proud of you!

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