pieces
Fydolla Ho Lyrics

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Pieces of The memory of love
Are scurrying around
Trying to lose
What they have found
As they do
I'm scurrying to you
But you don't look the same
Since I woke up today

I've got a train
Pulling pieces of
Glass menagerie
In my sleep
I fell out
Now I don't feel
A fucking thing

Romantic lines
Empty me inside
Slipping out my belly button
Leaving me nothing
Of something

I've got a train
Pulling pieces of
Glass menagerie
In my sleep
I fell out

Now I don't feel
A fucking thing

Overall Meaning

In Fydolla Ho's song "Pieces," the lyrics convey a sense of loss and confusion. The singer seems to be searching for something, represented by the "pieces of memory of love" that are "scurrying around." However, they are having difficulty letting go of what they've found and moving on. This is juxtaposed with the image of a train pulling a "glass menagerie" through their dreams, which feels both surreal and unsettling. The singer's sense of detachment is further emphasized in the lines "now I don't feel a fucking thing," suggesting a numbness that has set in.

The idea of memory and its hold on us is a prominent theme throughout the song. The singer seems to be grappling with how to let go of the past and move forward. The reference to the "glass menagerie" is also notable--it's a reference to the Tennessee Williams play of the same name, which centers around a family's memories and the ways in which they haunt them. The play's themes of memory, loss, and illusion are all present in the song.

Overall, "Pieces" is a melancholic and introspective song that speaks to the difficulties of letting go and moving on. It's a haunting reminder that memories can be both a comfort and a burden, and that sometimes it's hard to tell one from the other.

Line by Line Meaning

Pieces of The memory of love
Small parts of my memories of love

Are scurrying around
Are moving around frantically

Trying to lose
Attempting to get rid of

What they have found
What they have discovered

As they do
While they try to forget

I'm scurrying to you
I am rushing to be with you

But you don't look the same
But you do not appear as you did before

Since I woke up today
Since I became conscious this morning

I've got a train
I have a mental picture

Pulling pieces of
Dragging fragments of

Glass menagerie
A collection of fragile glass objects