Figment
Gordon Downie Lyrics


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You know my name is figment
I'm not who you think I am
All of my heroes are women
And all of em are cinnamon (my cinnamon women)

The sanding sound of grudge on collective
Has left a pile of puzzle dust
And me, cake-drunk in the middle, crying
"What could never happen to us
is happening to us"

But as long as we're talking in driftnets
And there's a rotation afoot
All the things we can come up with
Will still be surprisingly put

As long as the road lacks perspective
As long as we swim swim swim
As long as we hold hands in the swiftness
Of all three dimensions

As long as we're talking in driftnets
And there's a rotation afoot
All the things we can come up with
Will still be surprisingly put




Still be surprisingly put
Still be surprisingly put

Overall Meaning

In the song Figment, Gordon Downie addresses the concept of identity and how it can be hard to define oneself in a world where everyone has an opinion of who you should be or who they think you are. He introduces himself as Figment, not who others perceive him to be. He then goes on to express that all of his heroes are women, and all of them are cinnamon. The metaphor could suggest that his role models are sweet, but also spicy, strong in character and influential in his life.


He talks about the turmoil of society, the collective, and how it has ground him down leaving nothing but puzzle dust. He acknowledges how he is entirely surrounded by it but is powerless to change it. He then throws his hands up in despair, wondering, "What could never happen to us is happening to us." This could mean that he is feeling overwhelmed by the events in the world and doesn't know what to do.


Line by Line Meaning

You know my name is figment
I am not a physical entity, merely something imagined or invented


I'm not who you think I am
My true identity is not what you perceive it to be


All of my heroes are women
The ones I admire and look up to are all female


And all of em are cinnamon (my cinnamon women)
Metaphorically, these women are all spicy and unique


The sanding sound of grudge on collective
The harsh and abrasive noise of resentment towards a group


Has left a pile of puzzle dust
This has resulted in confusion and disarray


And me, cake-drunk in the middle, crying
I am hopelessly lost and emotional amidst the chaos


"What could never happen to us is happening to us"
We are experiencing something that we thought could never occur to us.


But as long as we're talking in driftnets
As long as we communicate in an imprecise or haphazard way


And there's a rotation afoot
And there is a change or shift occurring


All the things we can come up with
All the ideas or plans we can concoct


Will still be surprisingly put
Will still be unexpectedly applied or executed


As long as the road lacks perspective
If we don't have a wide vantage point or understanding of what's ahead


As long as we swim swim swim
As long as we're busy or distracted, constantly moving


As long as we hold hands in the swiftness
As long as we stick together and support each other through the speed or urgency of life


Of all three dimensions
Of the entirety of our existence, in all aspects


Still be surprisingly put
Our plans or ideas will still be executed in unexpected ways


Still be surprisingly put
Our plans or ideas will still be executed in unexpected ways


Still be surprisingly put
Our plans or ideas will still be executed in unexpected ways




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