Run Wild Young Beauty
Hotel Books Lyrics


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Sometimes I feel like some sort of gold being.
I'm some sort of metal that only has purpose
When someone needs something.
People wouldn't chase after me if it wasn't for greed
If it wasn't for the purchasing of some sort of peace.
And my hopes and dreams are put on display for all to see
But under heat, they bend, they bleed.
Maybe you couldn't tell, this was once beautiful.
It's pure gold, just covered in black ink
Covered in the charcoal colored remains of ashes
From the last time something burned me.
But baby, I can be something you need
So bend me in that fire until I fit a shape
That can offer you some sort of utility.

I can see you, but I can't touch you, I can touch you, but I can't feel you.

I can feel you, but I can't see you I used to, but then I went blind.

Mend me into a cup, so when you get too drunk, you will think of me
Or mend me into a ring, or some sort of jewelry
So I can hold some sort of diamond within me.
People won't notice me, but will see I possess something with beauty.
Make me into buckles for the shoes on your feet, so when you run away
From this broken down street, you can take me with you when you chase your dream.
Make me into a music box so when I am opened, People can feel enlightened.
Make me into a trophy, so someone can hold me high
As they boast to the sky that they don't need anything.
Make me into a medallion, a true sign of victory
Not as flashy as a trophy, so it possesses some dignity.
Make me into a locket that you can wear around your neck

So I can possess a picture of the man who made you feel the best
Or at least better than I ever did.

I can touch you, but I can't see you, I can see you, but I can't feel you.
I can feel you, but I can't touch you, I used to, but then you left my life.

You are not one to look for gold, or any sort of monetary value
And that's why I will always love you.
So don't make me into anything you might lose.

Please don't make me into another excuse.
Make me feel like me me so I can make you feel like you.
I can feel you, I can touch you, I can't see you.
Where have you gone?
I can feel you, but I can't see you, I can see you, but I can't touch you




I can touch you, but I can't feel you
All I can feel is that your love makes me feel alive.

Overall Meaning

Hotel Books’s song Run Wild, Young Beauty is about feeling as if one's worth is only defined by what others see and want from them. The first few lines express this sentiment when the singer says that they feel like a “gold being” that only has purpose when someone needs something. This could be interpreted as the singer feeling like they are only valuable because of what they can offer to others rather than their intrinsic worth. The singer also implies that they are constantly being chased after because of greed or the desire to possess them.


The chorus of the song talks about the desire to be transformed into something of beauty that can be cherished by someone else. The singer suggests that they could be made into a cup or ring that is used and worn by their loved one. They want to be a part of their partner's life and be present in their moments of joy and celebration. The bridge of the song reveals the singer's fear of being discarded, made into another “excuse” that might be lost. They want to be valued for who they are and not be defined by what they can give to others.


Overall, the song offers a poignant commentary on how society often measures our worth through materialistic or external means, rather than embracing our inherent value as human beings. It highlights the fear of feeling unnoticed, unloved, and ultimately disposable.


Line by Line Meaning

Sometimes I feel like some sort of gold being.
I am like a metal that only serves a purpose when someone needs something; a person chases me only because of their greed or the purchasing of peace.


And my hopes and dreams are put on display for all to see. But under heat, they bend, they bleed.
My aspirations and desires are visible for everyone to know, but under pressure, they become deformed and vulnerable.


Maybe you couldn't tell, this was once beautiful. It's pure gold, just covered in black ink. Covered in the charcoal colored remains of ashes. From the last time something burned me.
Even though I am covered in ashes and lost my luster, I was once beautiful like pure gold. A painful incident left my life in darkness, emotionally and physically.


Mend me into a cup, so when you get too drunk, you will think of me
Turn me into something like a cup, so when you drink and become drunk, I will still be on your mind.


Make me into a trophy, so someone can hold me high As they boast to the sky that they don't need anything.
Transform me into a trophy someone can proudly flaunt, claiming they need nothing but themselves.


Make me into a medallion, a true sign of victory Not as flashy as a trophy, so it possesses some dignity.
Convert me into a medallion, emblematic of victory, less showy than a trophy and more dignified.


Make me feel like me me so I can make you feel like you. I can feel you, I can touch you, I can't see you. Where have you gone?
Let me remain true to myself, so I can bring out the best in you. I can sense and touch you, but I am clueless about your whereabouts.


All I can feel is that your love makes me feel alive.
Your love is the only thing that keeps me alive and full of life.




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Jack Ball

I ammended the lyrics:

Sometimes I feel like some sort of gold being.
I’m some sort of metal that only has purpose
When someone needs something.
And people wouldn’t chase after me if it wasn’t for greed,
If it wasn’t for the purchasing of some sort of peace.
And my hopes and dreams are put on display for all to see,
But under heat, they bend and they bleed.
And maybe you couldn’t tell, this was once beautiful.
It’s pure gold, just covered in black ink,
Covered in the charcoal remains of ashes
From the last time someone burned me.
But baby, I can be something you need,
So bend me in that fire until I fit a shape
That can offer you some sort of utility.

'Cause I can see you, but I can’t touch you, and I can touch you, but I can’t feel you.
And I can feel you, but I can’t see you, I used to, but then I went blind.

Mend me into a cup, so when you get too drunk, you will think of me,
Or mend me into a ring, or some sort of jewelry,
So I can hold some sort of diamond within me,
and people won’t notice me, but they'll see I possess something with beauty.
Make me into the buckles for the shoes on your feet, so when you run away
From this broken down street, you can take me with you when you chase your dream.
Or make me into a music box so when I am opened, People can feel enlightened.
Make me into a trophy, so someone can hold me high
As they boast to the sky that they don’t need anything.
Or make me into a medallion, a true sign of victory,
Not as flashy as a trophy, so it possesses some dignity.
Make me into a locket that you can wear around your neck
So I can possess a picture of the man who made you feel the best,
Or at least better than I ever did.

'Cause I can touch you, but I can’t see you, and I can see you, but I can’t feel you.
Well I can feel you, but I can’t touch you, I used to, but then you left my life.

You're not one to look for gold, or any sort of monetary value,
And that’s why I'll always love you.
That's why I'll always love you.
So don’t make me into anything you might lose.
Please just don’t make me into another excuse.
Just make me feel like me so I can make you feel like you.
I can feel you, I can touch you, and I can’t see you.
Where have you gone?

Just don't make me into another excuse, just make me into the something that you can use,
just make me feel like me, so I can make you feel like you

Background singing (I can't feel you, I can't touch you, I can't see you.
Where have you gone?
I can't feel you, I can't touch you, I can't see you.
Where have you gone?)

'Cause I can feel you, but I can’t see you, and I can see you, but I can’t touch you,
and I can touch you, but I can’t feel you,
All I can feel is that your love makes me feel alive.



All comments from YouTube:

Didi

This video is really beautiful. An amazing work and an extroardinary song.

Justin Steere

It just makes you think

Remi Bordet

Encore toi didi ? ;)

Cosper 🎵

Wow tu aimes aussi hotel books !

RyanTheGamer

How could anyone dislike this...it's powerful.

Henry

Because:

oH mY gOoDnEsS gRaCiOuS, wHy iN heAvenS iS hE sCreAmiNg?

🙄

TheDudeOfNothing

@Henry or, you know, because some people don't like this.

CrunkParty

@Henry mate, that ain't the reason

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Taylor Anhorn

The production on this fits the genre of this perfectly

Thriller Records

Thanks! The album was done by Nick Ingram at Capital House Studio in Columbus, Ohio!

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