We always wanted it to be out in the world, doing its thing. I think it’s tryna decide like in what light it should exist, I guess. In what world it should exist? It didn’t really fit with Landmark so we kinda just waited on it.
"I’m pretty sure it was a joke, like “let’s call it Baseball.” We’ll record voice memos on our phones when we’re jamming out ideas and somebody will just throw out down name for it. Baseball was just thrown down as the voice memo name. We just wrote some lyrics that had baseball."
- Hippo Campus for GOMN
Baseball
Hippo Campus Lyrics
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It was the smell of death that kept strolling in
Maybe that henna'd back of yours
That held me back, back from keeping score
There goes that moonboy
Looking jungly
With all his leaves a-growing
He would've thought that
If you got to know him
True blue with your fists up
You little kiss up
Wishin' things were heavy
That's fine in the end though
Where'd all our friends go
We can dip if you're ready
I bet you take me for a fool
Nothing like, like rules the cool sensation of Pollock and Jules
Some weird abandon in the sheets
Though the tongue tastes good
My grammar's falling from the cheeks
There goes that moonboy
Looking jungly
With all his leaves a-growing
Split down that long back
He would've thought that
If you got to know him
True blue with your fists up
You little kiss up
Wishin' things were heavy
That's fine in the end though
Where'd all our friends go
We can dip if you're ready
I was wrong
You were a friendly kid
I was wrong
You were a friendly kid
Fill the rafters
Right field dances
Baseball diamonds
Take our chances out
There's somethin' fiction 'bout the way that reality's going
Seems like the chakra's playing hopscotch
Anxiety growing
Some cordial framework of the sunset
A yellow made out of gray
My bones are tired of the body
That woke me up today
There goes that moonboy
Looking jungly
With all his leaves a-growing
Split down that long back
He would've thought that
If you got to know him
True blue with your fists up
You little kiss up
Wishin' things were heavy
That's fine in the end though
Where'd all our friends go
We can dip if you're ready
I was wrong
You were a friendly kid
I was wrong
You were a friendly kid
I was wrong
I was wrong
I was wrong
The song "Baseball" by Hippo Campus is a cryptic and enigmatic piece that portrays a sense of social isolation and self-doubt. With the use of intricate metaphors and symbolisms, the band manages to depict the feeling of melancholy and uncertainty that young people experience in their everyday lives. The opening lines of the song illustrate the theme of death and its looming presence, which sets the tone for the rest of the verses. The lead singer then questions his perception of his surroundings and the people he interacts with, particularly that of the Moonboy, who is depicted as mysterious and inscrutable. The line "There's something fiction 'bout the way that reality's going" reflects the feeling of confusion and disillusionment that many people experience today, particularly in a world reliant on technology and social media.
The chorus is repetitive and harmonious, which serves to heighten the sense of ambiguity and uncertainty present throughout the song. The duality of the lyrics – "You were a friendly kid" – also implies a sense of betrayal, further highlighting the distancing that the singer feels between himself and the rest of the world.
Overall, "Baseball" is a hauntingly beautiful song that showcases Hippo Campus' mastery over melancholic and introspective pieces of music.
Line by Line Meaning
I saw a cigarette contend
I witnessed a cigarette struggle and compete
It was the smell of death that kept strolling in
The overpowering odor of death kept lingering around
Maybe that henna'd back of yours
Perhaps your back, decorated with henna, is to blame
That held me back, back from keeping score
It prevented me from tallying and recording
There goes that moonboy
There goes that dreamer or idealist
Looking jungly
Appearing wild and unkempt
With all his leaves a-growing
With abundant growth and potential
Split down that long back
Divided along the spine
He would've thought that
He might have believed
If you got to know him
If you had the chance to become acquainted with him
True blue with your fists up
Devoted and loyal with your fists raised in preparation for a fight
You little kiss up
You ingratiating and pandering person
Wishin' things were heavy
Longing for more intensity and weight in life
That's fine in the end though
Nevertheless, that is acceptable in the grand scheme of things
Where'd all our friends go
Where have all of our companions disappeared to
We can dip if you're ready
We can leave if you're prepared to do so
I bet you take me for a fool
I'm certain you consider me a foolish person
Nothing like, like rules the cool sensation of Pollock and Jules
Nothing compares to the cool feeling of Pollock and Jules disregarding the rules
Some weird abandon in the sheets
A certain strange recklessness or carelessness in bed
Though the tongue tastes good
Although it is enjoyable to kiss
My grammar's falling from the cheeks
My language skills are deteriorating or failing me
Fill the rafters
Let joyous noise fill the rafters or upper level
Right field dances
Dances take place in the right field of a baseball diamond
Baseball diamonds
The baseball fields where the game is played
Take our chances out
Let's take a risk or try our luck
There's somethin' fiction 'bout the way that reality's going
There's something surreal or strange about the way things are going
Seems like the chakra's playing hopscotch
It appears as though the energy centers in the body are jumping around
Anxiety growing
Feeling increasingly anxious or nervous
Some cordial framework of the sunset
A friendly or pleasant framework of the sunset
A yellow made out of gray
A shade of yellow resembling gray or made up of gray tones
My bones are tired of the body
My body is exhausted or weary
That woke me up today
That caused me to awaken or become aware today
I was wrong
I made a mistake
You were a friendly kid
You were a pleasant or amiable individual
I was wrong
I made a mistake
You were a friendly kid
You were a pleasant or amiable individual
I was wrong
I made a mistake
Contributed by Madison J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@hippocampusbrasil7397
LYRICS
I saw a cigarette contend
It was the smell of death that kept strolling in
Maybe that henna'd back of yours
That held me back, back from keeping score
There goes that moon boy
He's lookin' jungly with all his leaves a-growin'
Split down that long back
He woulda thought that if you had got to know him
True blue with your fists up
You little kiss up, wishin' things were heavy
That's fine in the end though
Where'd all our friends go?
We can dip if you're ready
I bet you take me for a fool
Nothin' like, like rules, the cool sensation of Pollock and Jules
Some weird abandon in the sheets
Though the tongue tastes good, my grammar's fallin' from the cheeks
There goes that moon boy
He's lookin' jungly with all his leaves a-growin'
Split down that long back
He woulda thought that if you had got to know him
True blue with your fists up
You little kiss up, wishin' things were heavy
That's fine in the end though
Where'd all our friends go?
We can dip if you're ready
I was wrong
You were a friendly kid
I was wrong
You were a friendly kid
Fill the rafters
Right field dances
Baseball diamonds
Take our chances out
There's something fiction about the way that reality is going
Seems like the chakras playin' hopscotch
Anxiety a-growin'
Some cordial framework of a sunset
A yellow made out of gray
My bones are tired of the body that woke me up today
There goes that moon boy
He's lookin' jungly with all his leaves a-growin'
Split down that long back
He woulda thought that if you had got to know him
True blue with your fists up
You little kiss up, wishin' things were heavy
That's fine in the end though
Where'd all our friends go?
We can dip if you're ready
I was wrong
You were a friendly kid
I was wrong
You were a friendly kid
I was wrong
I was wrong
I was wrong
@chantellee3492
if my life ever becomes an indie film, this is the song I want playing on repeat. over and over and over
@bastihalligalli9222
Chantel Lee Do you know some good indie films? :)
@rav3n.lum0
Chantel Lee you’ll get sick of it though
@itzakolo6988
@@rav3n.lum0 You can't get sick of this.
@beccasingleton7329
mood
@readyfuels17
Here two years later. How’s that film rolling along?
@madeleinep.828
Why is music the actual best thing in the world?
@catrina6541
dead.ass.
@krisandthebluesurgeons
even though im an artist/writer and have no experience with music, music has saved my life multiple times. like bruh music is epic, tons of respect for musicians out there
@shrodingerscat9619
Humans like sounds noise, good