Specialist
Francis Sage Lyrics


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The one that I'm with thinks sex is a beautiful thing
And that's simply adorable
When my time is affordable
Dimes pay the price I get abusive and that's the truth
It's just a fucking shame this is how I choose to communicate
Excuses I produce have their roots in the music I make
She's not a fan nor am I famous
I may just change and adjust when I branch out
Leave, get off my damn couch and achieve
What I dream about leave my house hand out my keys
To the sleepless beauty who failed math class and can't count her Z's

The tree dies
She says that she's mine she's my proprietress
Can't hold on to most of what I owned
Besides she likes to kiss and that's cute
I hug her till I start to hurt her
She wants to dance to my pulse but I've got heart murmurs
A shark circles our lifeboat till its fin folds
The monster we created might choke in clothes
I'm naked walking tight ropes without big toes
Couldn't see this with the night-scope bid my skin glow

Fallen
Calling for a safety net
The great white might train me on my life
Bite into my veiny neck where dreams are falling asleep
Could dry up once she sees that I bleed off beat
Head over heels cause she's tripping on her own feet
That puzzled look on her face still isn't complete
She gives bits and pieces of herself
While I'm breaking myself open I pour my contents to her shelf
Pardon me but is that me wearing my heart out on my sleeve
With razor sharp teeth gnawing at my wrist how beautiful is this
The most beautifullest thing in the world
Is making up words when I have none else left to say to a girl
Making her curl up in a ball in a corner of my eye
Taking a time out I don't want her to cry
I don't ever want to be considered the sort of guy
Who says, "I just might break your face tonight"

I spread my love like the legs of a crack whore
We sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple
You dance around me like a fire blow me away blow me away
I spread my love like the legs of a crack whore
We sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple
You dance around me like a fire blow me out
When I send you love poems in the form of smoke signals

Over average marriage materialist mister righteous
A savage miscarriage of just us just us
And a dust that never settles
I'm restless spread some metal to make it weep
Cause discussing the ugly nobody wants to fuck with
Don't touch me
Under appreciative with a with a hundred weaknesses
What do I need to live?
The blood I bleed is thicker than the skin I shoot people with
Need a fist to the air
Pretend to make believe she cares
To open up old wounds and usual bruises ?
I'm a low self-esteem engine in need of a horsepower
Out of sleeping powder
Dark clouds follow me with heat seekers
I need a coke a shower
To showboat when its ?
Cause it won't float if it turns out these are permanent echoes in his chest
I think its best to turn the reverb down
Kill the delay
Get me the fuck out of this cave

I could paint you pictures all day
I'm not gonna pander to Neanderthals that way
I'm not gonna pander to Neanderthals today
The one that I'm with thinks sex is a beautiful thing
She thinks I'm something special
She's my specialist
More beautiful than sex
Cause only something like sex
Makes something so lovely turn ugly and fuck up shit
I'm holding a sleepless beauty pageant
On my shark-infested waterbed until it's punctured

I spread my love, spread my love, spread my love until I pull a muscle
I spread my love, spread my love, spread my love until its see through
Spread my love like the legs of a crack whore
We sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple
You dance around me like a fire
Blow me away blow me away blow me away blow me away

I spread my love like the legs of a crack whore
We sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple




You dance around me like a fire blow me out
When I send you love poems in the form of smoke signals

Overall Meaning

In "Specialist," Francis Sage describes his unhealthy relationships with women, highlighting his inability to communicate and express his emotions. The first verse discusses the contrast between Francis's view of sex as a transactional act, using it to exert control and power, versus the woman he is with who views it as a beautiful thing. The line "excuses I produce have their roots in the music I make" suggests that Francis uses his music to justify his behavior and compensate for his lack of emotional intelligence.


The chorus repeats the phrase "spread my love like the legs of a crack whore," which is a shocking and potentially offensive metaphor for his approach to relationships. He describes not sleeping with the woman he is with to "keep it simple," indicating a lack of emotional intimacy and a preference for physical pleasure only.


In the last verse, Francis acknowledges his need for help and struggles with mental health. He describes himself as a "low self-esteem engine in need of horsepower" and feels like a "savage miscarriage of just us." He wrestles with his dark thoughts, wanting to turn down the "reverb" and escape from his "cave."


Overall, "Specialist" is a complex and introspective examination of toxic masculinity, emotional intelligence, and the barriers to genuine connection in romantic relationships.


Line by Line Meaning

The one that I'm with thinks sex is a beautiful thing
My partner believes that sex is a wonderful and enjoyable act of intimacy.


And that's simply adorable
I find her opinion to be sweet and charming.


When my time is affordable
At times when I have money to spare,


Dimes pay the price I get abusive and that's the truth
I become aggressive and unpleasant when I spend money recklessly.


It's just a fucking shame this is how I choose to communicate
It's unfortunate that I resort to such negative behavior to express myself.


Excuses I produce have their roots in the music I make
The reasons I give for my behavior can be traced back to my art.


She's not a fan nor am I famous
My partner does not appreciate my music and I am not well-known.


I may just change and adjust when I branch out
I might adapt and improve my style as I explore new territory.


Leave, get off my damn couch and achieve
I need to leave my comfort zone and strive to accomplish more.


What I dream about leave my house hand out my keys
I need to pursue my aspirations, even if it means leaving my home and giving up control.


To the sleepless beauty who failed math class and can't count her Z's
I am referring to my partner, who struggles with insomnia and is not skilled at math.


The tree dies
Things don't always last forever.


She says that she's mine she's my proprietress
My partner identifies as mine and views herself as my possession.


Can't hold on to most of what I owned
I have trouble letting go of my possessions.


Besides she likes to kiss and that's cute
One thing I appreciate about my partner is that she enjoys kissing.


I hug her till I start to hurt her
I embrace her tightly, sometimes to the point of causing discomfort.


She wants to dance to my pulse but I've got heart murmurs
My partner desires to move in sync with me, but I have a medical condition that makes it difficult.


A shark circles our lifeboat till its fin folds
A problem or threat looms over us, waiting to strike.


The monster we created might choke in clothes
Our own creation could potentially fail or cause harm.


I'm naked walking tight ropes without big toes
I am vulnerable and walking a difficult and dangerous path.


Couldn't see this with the night-scope bid my skin glow
I was unable to see the danger due to my overconfidence and recklessness.


Calling for a safety net
I am in need of support and protection.


The great white might train me on my life
A formidable adversary or obstacle could teach me a valuable lesson.


Bite into my veiny neck where dreams are falling asleep
Something could happen that could destroy my hopes and aspirations.


Could dry up once she sees that I bleed off beat
My flaws and vulnerabilities could scare my partner away.


Head over heels cause she's tripping on her own feet
My partner is deeply in love with me, even if she is clumsy or makes mistakes.


That puzzled look on her face still isn't complete
My partner is still confused or uncertain about something.


She gives bits and pieces of herself
My partner shares details about herself gradually over time.


While I'm breaking myself open I pour my contents to her shelf
I am sharing a lot about myself, perhaps too much too soon.


Pardon me but is that me wearing my heart out on my sleeve
I am exposing my emotions and being vulnerable.


With razor sharp teeth gnawing at my wrist how beautiful is this
Some might find the pain of vulnerability to be poetic or beautiful.


The most beautifullest thing in the world
The most beautiful thing in the world.


Is making up words when I have none else left to say to a girl
Being creative and expressive when words fail can be incredibly romantic.


Making her curl up in a ball in a corner of my eye
My actions or words make her feel deeply emotional or overwhelmed.


Taking a time out I don't want her to cry
I need to pause the situation to prevent her from being upset.


I don't ever want to be considered the sort of guy
I do not want to be seen as a certain type of unpleasant person.


Who says, "I just might break your face tonight"
I do not want to be abusive or violent towards my partner.


I spread my love like the legs of a crack whore
I am generous with my affection, perhaps to a fault or in a demeaning way.


We sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple
We have sexual relations but do not complicate things with emotions or expectations.


You dance around me like a fire blow me away blow me away
My partner moves with grace and intensity in a way that is captivating and exciting.


When I send you love poems in the form of smoke signals
I express my love through creative and artful means.


Over average marriage materialist mister righteous
I love you more than a conventional, materialistic, or morally uptight partner.


A savage miscarriage of just us just us
We have experienced a painful and sudden end to our relationship.


And a dust that never settles
We are still dealing with the aftermath of our breakup.


I'm restless spread some metal to make it weep
I am anxious and restless, seeking comfort or escapism through music.


Cause discussing the ugly nobody wants to fuck with
I avoid addressing difficult or unpleasant topics.


Don't touch me
I am upset and do not want to be touched.


Under appreciative with a with a hundred weaknesses
I am not grateful enough for what I have, and I have many flaws and vulnerabilities.


The blood I bleed is thicker than the skin I shoot people with
I value human connection and emotion more than my violent profession or tendencies.


Need a fist to the air
I require an outlet for my anger or frustration.


Pretend to make believe she cares
I am doubtful of my partner's affections or emotions.


To open up old wounds and usual bruises
To revisit past traumas and hurts.


I'm a low self-esteem engine in need of a horsepower
I am severely lacking in self-confidence and require a boost or support.


Out of sleeping powder
I am without a cure for my insomnia or restlessness.


Dark clouds follow me with heat seekers
I am plagued by negativity and targeted by those who would harm me.


I need a coke a shower
I require a refreshment, or perhaps a substance to alleviate my troubles.


To showboat when its ?
To stand out and impress others when it matters most.


Cause it won't float if it turns out these are permanent echoes in his chest
My pride and reputation may not survive if it turns out my problems are internal and unfixable.


I think its best to turn the reverb down
I need to be humble and realistic about my abilities and situation.


Kill the delay
I need to take action and stop procrastinating or waiting.


Get me the fuck out of this cave
I need to escape my current situation or location.


I could paint you pictures all day
I could create or describe art for hours or endlessly.


I'm not gonna pander to Neanderthals that way
I refuse to appeal to uncivilized or unintelligent people.


I'm not gonna pander to Neanderthals today
I will not change my beliefs or behavior to suit those who are uncivilized or unintelligent.


She thinks I'm something special
My partner believes that I am unique or valuable to her.


She's my specialist
She is the one who understands me the best and knows me intimately.


More beautiful than sex
My partner is more lovely and meaningful to me than physical intimacy.


Cause only something like sex
Physical intimacy is the only comparable experience.


Makes something so lovely turn ugly and fuck up shit
Physical intimacy can ruin an otherwise beautiful relationship or situation.


I'm holding a sleepless beauty pageant
I am referring to my partner again, who struggles with insomnia. I am metaphorically judging or admiring her beauty through the eyes of those who cannot sleep.


On my shark-infested waterbed until it's punctured
I am making a dangerous and foolish decision, subjecting my partner to danger and risk.


I spread my love, spread my love, spread my love until I pull a muscle
I am giving my love generously and with great effort, and may even suffer consequences as a result.


I spread my love, spread my love, spread my love until its see through
I continue to express and share my love openly and transparently.


You dance around me like a fire
My partner moves with grace and fire, captivating me.


Blow me away blow me away blow me away blow me away
You stun and impress me, taking my breath away.




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