Get Down
Grieves Lyrics


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I wish I could remember the day I lost it
Flip through the pages i've written when i'm unconcious
I black out and I don't really understand it
But everythings relative everythings relative right now
I feel my life is a physical writing block
Repeating over the past but fighting against the clock
And it hurts me
Deep down inside though it urks me
And (? you could settle for poetical sounded purpose (?) is gone
And I don't really say goodbyes much
Wasn't worth the wait but this plague is mine
Yup, so if my writing is encrypited across the airways
Boogie down break neck style emotion airraites the passion
Single emission to see the facit
Mingle with dead and inflict it with this disaster like welcome
I don't know what it means but it helps me
Another dyin dream in the land of living wealthy, to pray on
Conflicted to the grey spots
Life is painted full palette pictures with the gifting, is my pain caused
Believe it though, even in its meaningless
I tread the water dreamfully exceeding whats eating me
I get down
I get down, it's like this, down like how
Man I black out the pressure
I fade out the sound
I get down, it's like this, down like how
How down cut your wrists down pump your fists down
I get down, it's like this, down like how
Man I black out the pressure
I fade out the sound
I get down and it's like this
Mourn into it
Another grey day reject
Another tombstone in the graveyard of respect
The (?) of my life and fuse with religion
Got all my (?) shout outs to yeah like clay pigeons
And it isn't what you envision
Would you admit if a single (intimate?) smidgeon if ever given a damn
So whats my life huh another breath taken
Water under the bridge a fool for the makin, it must be
I mean love don't trust me
Fight for its feelin while I die in its company
I get down and it's impossible to get up
A heart full of bricks with a mouth full of hiccups
With more dust to kick up then ambition itself
Handcuffed to the furnace of my own vision of hell
I seem dossile yeah born into the wrong child
Fight against the smiles and frowns people
I get down
I get down, it's like this, down like how
Man I black out the pressure
I fade out the sound
I get down, it's like this, down like how
How down cut your wrists down pump your fists down
I get down, it's like this, down like how
Man I black out the pressure
I fade out the sound
I get down and it's like this

Let the weight I been to black




It would never be forgot
I can't stop it I won't let this blow away

Overall Meaning

In Grieves's song "Get Down", the lyrics explore a sense of lost feelings and confusion in the artist's life. The song appears to be about the struggle to reconcile one's past and present with seemingly no clear direction. The opening lines reflect on the idea of losing something but not knowing or understanding what it is, which could be referring to a sense of direction or purpose. The artist goes on to describe feeling stuck, both in their writing and in life generally, as they "repeat over the past but fight against the clock". It's clear that this repetition is causing some pain and deeper emotional turmoil for the artist, and there seems to be a sense of resignation as they reflect that perhaps even their purpose is gone.


The chorus of the song, "I get down", is a repetitive mantra that encapsulates the desperate and powerless feelings that the artist is expressing. There's an intense vulnerability in these moments where the artist describes caving into their emotions until they feel like they are physically down, represented by the line "down like how". The verses continue to expand on these feelings of confusion and sadness, touching on themes of religion and love as sources of both strength and pain. The line "Handcuffed to the furnace of my own vision of hell" is particularly striking and illustrates the idea that sometimes we can be our own worst enemies. Overall, "Get Down" is a raw and emotionally charged song that explores the complexities of life and the struggle to find meaning.


Line by Line Meaning

I wish I could remember the day I lost it
He wishes he could remember the moment when he lost control and started blacking out.


Flip through the pages i've written when i'm unconcious
He reads what he has written while unconscious and cannot remember writing it.


I black out and I don't really understand it
He loses consciousness and doesn't understand what happens during those times.


But everythings relative everythings relative right now
Everything seems to be relative to him, to the point where time seems to stop mattering.


I feel my life is a physical writing block
He feels like his life is a writer's block – that he can't move forward in life or with his art.


Repeating over the past but fighting against the clock
He keeps repeating past mistakes but feels like he's running out of time to change it.


And it hurts me
It's painful for him to feel like he's stuck and not progressing in his life.


Deep down inside though it urks me
Although it's painful for him, he's still frustrated and annoyed with himself for not being able to move forward.


And (? you could settle for poetical sounded purpose (?) is gone
He can't settle for a poetic sounding purpose when he can't even find his own purpose and direction in life.


And I don't really say goodbyes much
He doesn't say goodbye often, possibly because he feels static in his life.


Wasn't worth the wait but this plague is mine
Whatever is holding him back is not worth the time, but it's his own personal struggle.


Yup, so if my writing is encrypited across the airways
If his writing is encrypted in the airwaves (broadcasting, online), he uses emotions and passion to convey his thoughts.


Boogie down break neck style emotion airraites the passion
He writes with high energy and intensity to express his passion.


Single emission to see the facit
Each message is a singular broadcast, and the effect of it is unique.


Mingle with dead and inflict it with this disaster like welcome
He shares his struggles with others, even if it feels like a disaster, as if he's greeting death.


I don't know what it means but it helps me
He doesn't quite understand the impact of his message, but it helps him to write and share it.


Another dyin dream in the land of living wealthy, to pray on
Dreams of success are dying in a world where others seem to be thriving.


Conflicted to the grey spots
He is conflicted by the unclear areas in his life.


Life is painted full palette pictures with the gifting, is my pain caused
Life is full of wide variety and his pain is possibly the side effect of his own talent.


Believe it though, even in its meaningless
He still believes in his art even though he can't find meaning in his struggles.


I tread the water dreamfully exceeding whats eating me
He's barely keeping afloat while trying to find a solution to the thing that's been weighing him down.


I get down
He feels downtrodden and overwhelmed.


I get down, it's like this, down like how
He feels very low, like he's hit rock bottom.


Man I black out the pressure
The pressure gets to him and he blacks out (mentally).


I fade out the sound
The sound around him fades away as he starts to lose consciousness.


How down cut your wrists down pump your fists down
He's feeling so low, he's considering self-harm or violence.


Mourn into it
He's deeply mourning his struggles.


Another grey day reject
Another day that's not offering him hope or positive change.


Another tombstone in the graveyard of respect
He's lost respect from others for not being able to pull himself out of his struggles.


The (?) of my life and fuse with religion
He's trying to figure out the purpose of his life and contemplating fusing that with his religion/faith.


Got all my (?) shout outs to yeah like clay pigeons
He's acknowledging all the 'yeah's' in his life (positive affirmations?) but it's not resonating with him like clay pigeons in a trap.


And it isn't what you envision
His life is not turning out how he imagined it would be.


Would you admit if a single (intimate?) smidgeon if ever given a damn
He's asking if anyone would care if he admitted to struggling or if there were a tiny bit of vulnerability shown.


So whats my life huh another breath taken
His life feels like it's just another breath and nothing else.


Water under the bridge a fool for the makin, it must be
He's starting to feel like his life's mistakes are already in the past and it's too late to change his fate.


I mean love don't trust me
He can't trust love because it keeps bringing him pain and disappointment.


Fight for its feelin while I die in its company
He's fighting to hold onto the feeling of love while he feels like he's dying inside in its presence.


I get down and it's impossible to get up
He feels so down that he can't find a way out of his struggles.


A heart full of bricks with a mouth full of hiccups
His emotions and struggles are weighing heavily on him and he's having a hard time expressing himself through that.


With more dust to kick up then ambition itself
His struggles seem to keep piling up and it's hard to find any drive or motivation to change his situation.


Handcuffed to the furnace of my own vision of hell
He feels like his own outlook and perspective on life is keeping him trapped in a personal hell.


I seem dossile yeah born into the wrong child
He feels like he was born into the wrong body or circumstances, he just doesn't fit in anywhere.


Fight against the smiles and frowns people
He feels like he's fighting against how others perceive him and their reactions towards him.




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