Work So Hard
Flying Blind Lyrics
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To no end
Always bad news, bad luck, bad weather
Bad weather, yeah
I wish you wouldn't talk so much
Talk so much
Then maybe things would get better
Things would get better, yeah
Still you don't hear, can't hear, won't listen
If you'd only understand
Only understand
That I'm sure that things would get better
Get better, yeah
Why do I work so hard?
Why do I work so hard?
Why do I work so hard?
All alone, conversations are driving me insane
With quiet complications, desperately in vain
I listen, I scream, I laugh out loud at myself
Watchin' myself, playin' with myself
'Cause everyone can't see
The scared boy is me
Honey, I will never let you go
Said those strings of vile things
Let's go places
Excuse my intuition
Yeah, my intuition, yeah
There is no possible way that things could be better
No, this won't be better
Why do I work so hard?
Why do I work so hard?
Why do I work so hard?
Why do I work so hard?
The song "Work So Hard" by Flying Blind touches upon the themes of frustration, isolation, and communication breakdown. The lyrics delve into the singer's discomfort with words, bad news, and bad weather, which lead to a wish for less talking and more understanding. The frustration builds up, as the singer shares their feelings of being driven insane by conversations with no one to relate to, only to end up playing with themselves as a result of feeling misunderstood. At the heart of the song is the idea that hard work does not guarantee an easier way of life, especially when one's efforts are not appreciated or recognized.
The chorus repeatedly asks the question, "Why do I work so hard?" This phrase is reminiscent of the existential crisis that many people face as they struggle to find meaning in their daily routines. By reflecting on the repetitive grind of hard work, Flying Blind highlights the need for connection and understanding as a means of creating a more fulfilling life. The bridge of the song features the line "there is no possible way that things could be better," which suggests a loss of hope or resignation to one's situation.
One interesting aspect of the song is the use of repetition in the lyrics, as many lines are repeated to amplify their impact. The vocals fluctuate between soft whispers and anguished cries, adding to the emotional weight of the song. Additionally, the incorporation of guitar riffs and electronic sounds creates a unique sonic landscape. The music video for the song features a surreal and dreamlike sequence of events, which further emphasizes the disjointed emotions of the lyrics.
Line by Line Meaning
Words, they bother me to no end
The constant negativity in words irritates me.
Always bad news, bad luck, bad weather
Everything around me is negative.
I wish you wouldn't talk so much
I want you to stop talking because it's not helping.
Then maybe things would get better
If you stop talking, things might improve.
Songs filling up the room
Music is playing.
Still you don't hear, can't hear, won't listen
You do not listen or understand me.
If you'd only understand
I wish you could comprehend my situation.
That I'm sure that things would get better
If you understood my situation, you would realize things could improve.
Why do I work so hard?
I am questioning why I strive so much.
All alone, conversations are driving me insane
Being alone and talking to myself causes me frustration.
With quiet complications, desperately in vain
Despite my attempts, complications make things difficult and futile.
I listen, I scream, I laugh out loud at myself
My conversations with myself lead me to frustration, screaming, and even laughing at myself.
Watchin' myself, playin' with myself
Observing myself having these conversations with myself.
'Cause everyone can't see
Other people cannot see the real me.
The scared boy is me
I am a scared and vulnerable person.
Honey, I will never let you go
I cannot let you go.
Said those strings of vile things
Speaking inappropriately.
Let's go places
Let us travel or venture to new places.
Excuse my intuition
Please forgive my instincts.
There is no possible way that things could be better
There is no way to improve the situation.
No, this won't be better
Things will not improve.
Why do I work so hard?
I am still questioning why I put in so much effort.
Why do I work so hard?
The same question is repeated, emphasizing the confusion and frustration.
Why do I work so hard?
The final repetition of the question highlights the ongoing confusion and existential angst.
Contributed by David F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.