Blind Date
Greg MacPherson Lyrics


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Sorry about my hands... I'm loaded
I'll slow down.
We both know that you're not playing the same game

I sat through 3 hours watching you
I held my waist tight most of the night
Smiled and suffered through:
Stories about your job
Pictures of your friends




And you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Greg MacPherson's song "Blind Date" describe the aftermath of a not-so-great date. The singer apologizes for their behavior, explaining that they were "loaded" (presumably drunk or high) and promises to slow down. The second line, "We both know that you're not playing the same game," suggests that the other person involved somehow wasn't playing fair or wasn't on the same level as the singer - this could mean anything from being emotionally unavailable to simply being boring or uninterested.


The second half of the song describes the singer's experience sitting through a three-hour date, which they found uncomfortable and tedious. They "held [their] waist tight most of the night," which could be interpreted as a physical manifestation of discomfort or stress, or as a way of protecting oneself from harm. The singer seems to have put up with a lot during the date, listening to stories about the other person's job and looking at pictures of their friends. The line "Smiled and suffered through" suggests that the singer was trying to be polite or make the best of a bad situation, but ultimately found the whole thing to be quite unpleasant.


Line by Line Meaning

Sorry about my hands... I'm loaded
I apologize for the tremble in my hands caused by my excessive drinking.


I'll slow down.
I'll try to control my drinking to remain coherent and coherent in our conversation.


We both know that you're not playing the same game
We both understand that we are not equally interested in each other, and our intentions may not be the same.


I sat through 3 hours watching you
I endured the long evening observing and listening to your every word.


I held my waist tight most of the night
I felt an uncomfortable and strained sensation in my stomach throughout most of the night.


Smiled and suffered through:
I put on a facade of happiness while I persisted through the torment.


Stories about your job
Your stories about your job were uninteresting and tedious for me to listen to.


Pictures of your friends
Your endless pictures of your friends were nothing more than meaningless visual aids for me.


And you
Your mere presence, unfortunately, was not enough to make the night enjoyable.




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