A Stroke Of Luck
Garbage Lyrics


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Hanging by threads of palest silver
I could have stayed that way forever
Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me
Nothing could ever seem to touch me
I lose what I love most
Did you know I was lost until you found me?

A stroke of luck or a gift from god?
The hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above
You came to me
Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
It's falling down and all around me, falling

You say that you'll be there to catch me
Or will you only try to trap me?
These are the rules I make
Our chains were meant to break, you'll never change me

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
You're falling down and all around me, falling
Stroke of luck or a gift from god?
Hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above, you come to me now

Don't ask me why
Don't even try

A stroke of luck or a gift from god?
The hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above
You came to me
Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
It's falling down and all around me, falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling




Falling
Falling

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Garbage's A Stroke of Luck paints a vivid image of a person who has been living in isolation because of their fear of being hurt. The persona describes themselves as hanging by thin threads of pale silver and mentions that they could have stayed like that forever. This line alludes to their emotional instability and the fragile state their life was in before they found someone who became their savior. The reference to bad blood and ghosts wrapped around them highlights how the person has been living in fear and emotional turmoil for an extended period. Despite feeling untouchable, the persona realizes they have lost what they loved most and only realized they were lost when the savior came and found them. The persona reflects on this as either a stroke of luck or as a gift from God.


The storyline of the lyrics takes a new turn when the persona questions the motive of their savior's intentions. The confusion stems from the persona's belief that the chains that were once intended to protect them are meant to break free eventually. They question their savior's intentions and whether they genuinely want to help them or trying to trap them. The last two lines of the song say, "Don't ask me why, don't even try." This could be interpreted as the person giving up on trying to rationalize things or attempting to make sense of their life circumstances.


Line by Line Meaning

Hanging by threads of palest silver
I was in a precarious and fragile state, barely holding on to life.


I could have stayed that way forever
I was so lost in my own misery that I didn't see a way out, and was resigned to living that way indefinitely.


Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me
I was haunted by past mistakes and negative experiences, and these were affecting my ability to move on.


Nothing could ever seem to touch me
I had become so numb and disconnected from the world that nothing could make me feel anything anymore.


I lose what I love most
I have a pattern of losing the things that matter to me most, and it feels like a curse that I can't escape.


Did you know I was lost until you found me?
You have given me a sense of purpose and direction that I was missing before, and I am grateful for your presence in my life.


A stroke of luck or a gift from god?
I am trying to figure out if what we have is a random lucky occurrence or something that was meant to be, caused by a higher power.


The hand of fate or devil's claws?
I wonder if our connection is part of a greater plan, or if it has been orchestrated by something sinister.


From below or saints above
I question whether our relationship is coming from a dark, earthly place or from a place of purity and righteousness.


You came to me
You have been a source of light and a guide for me through my darkest moments and I am grateful for your presence.


Here comes the cold again
I can sense that something bad is about to happen, and I am bracing myself for the impact.


I feel it closing in
I am overwhelmed by the sense of impending doom, and feel trapped and helpless.


It's falling down and all around me, falling
Things are falling apart and there seems to be no escape from the chaos.


You say that you'll be there to catch me
You have promised to be my support and to help me through tough times, but I am afraid that you might not be able to follow through.


Or will you only try to trap me?
I am questioning whether your help is genuine, or if you are trying to control me and keep me under your influence.


These are the rules I make
I have created my own set of guidelines and standards, and I am not willing to compromise on them.


Our chains were meant to break, you'll never change me
I am determined to break free from any constraints and limitations that I have set for myself, and I will not allow anyone to change who I am.


Don't ask me why
I am not able to explain why I feel the way I do, and asking me will not lead to any answers.


Don't even try
You will not be able to understand what I am going through, and trying to do so will only lead to frustration and misunderstanding.


Falling
I am experiencing a sense of loss and despair, and everything seems to be spiraling out of control.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: DOUGLAS ELWIN ERICKSON, SHIRLEY ANN MANSON, STEVE W. MARKER, BRYAN DAVID VIG

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@dooei94

Hanging by threads of palest silver
I could have stayed that way forever
Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me
Nothing could ever seem to touch me
I lose what I love most
Did you know I was lost until you found me?
A stroke of luck or a gift from god?
The hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above
You came to me
Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
It's falling down and all around me, falling
You say that you'll be there to catch me
Or will you only try to trap me?
These are the rules I make
Our chains were meant to break, you'll never change me
Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
You're falling down and all around me, falling
Stroke of luck or a gift from god?
Hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above, you come to me now
Don't ask me why
Don't even try
A stroke of luck or a gift from god?
The hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above
You came to me
Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
It's falling down and all around me, falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling



@Chemical99

I had to dig, deep
Into my not, so empty pocket
So mad, I'm losing sleep.
You can see it in my left eye socket....

But THEY DEMANDED
I
Get reprimanded
I
Had no choice
I
Because it's always all about
Me
No voice
Screaming
As I fall



Into dirt again



All comments from YouTube:

@khristianrainford

I personally think this is the best song Garbage ever wrote on their best album. The atmosphere on this is brilliant, superb lyrics.

@Walamonga1313

Definitely the same vibe that As Heaven Is Wide oozes. Both are easily the best songs in the album!

@bradleyhenderson1198

I entirely agree with you.

@khristianrainford

@@bradleyhenderson1198 Thanks :)

@bradleyhenderson1198

@@khristianrainford You are most welcome. It is rare to find someone who really hears music.

@Sindollx666x

Always loved this track. Such a great album.

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@lori9276

No one reaches me like Shirley. Her strength authenticity and honesty move me . She has comforted me for many many years and still does!!!

@svetastrezeva4521

Comforted, yes. Precisely. She was the raw, primordial mother I didn't have... The epitome of the Fierce Feminine.

@pascaltremblay7921

Most underrated song of Garbage, ever.

@BothHands1

Pascal Tremblay not as good as "Heaven is Wide"

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