Goodbye Valentine
Icehouse Lyrics


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We were living in this matchbox
Well, it must be quite some time
I was slaving at the steel mill
Every day on the production line

And I came home one summer evening
The place was empty, ain't that strange?
She left a message on the mirror
In pink lipstick she signed her name

It said, I don't like this
And I don't like that
And I'm gonna hit the town
Yes, I'm leaving you
And I won't be back
Goodbye, Valentine

So I called up all my best friends
I said, "hey, boys, just come around"
We've howling like a gang of alley cats
We've up and down and hanging 'round the main

The postman woke me in the morning
He was banging on my door
He said, "I got a postcard from Jamaica
And a telegram from New York"

It says, I don't like this
And I don't like that
This is such a dirty town
Well, I've spent all your money
And it won't be back
Goodbye, Valentine

Well, I'm feeling so much better
Yes, I'm livin' like a king
I'm on my second bottle of Dr. Good
And by now I don't feel a thing

Well, I hope you're happy
Have a real good time
'Cause you know I'll do the same
Yes, I will
Yes, I will
Yes, I will

Later on, I don't remember
Valentine was on the telephone
She said, "I'm living with my mother
And I'm bored, now can I come home?
Now can I come home?"

I don't like this
Don't like that
Well, excuse me, what's your name?
But it's too late now
'Cause I've changed my mind
It's goodbye, Valentine

You can take your silly hat collection
And your sixty pairs of shoes
Your Madonna records always were a pain
Your suitcase full of sequins
Take your bean bag too
This is goodbye, Valentine
Goodbye, Valentine

Well, I don't like this




And I don't like that, no
This is goodbye, Valentine

Overall Meaning

In the song "Goodbye Valentine," Icehouse portrays a story of heartbreak and betrayal. The singer in the song is working hard at the steel mill every day, and when he comes home, he finds that his lover has left him a message on the mirror. The message is written in pink lipstick, and it reads, "I don't like this, and I don't like that. Yes, I'm leaving you, and I won't be back. Goodbye, Valentine." The man is heartbroken, and to ease his pain, he turns to his friends and goes out to have a good time, but he still feels the loss of his lover.


The story continues, and the postman wakes him up the next morning with a postcard from Jamaica and a telegram from New York, both from his ex-lover. She writes that she is happy and has spent all his money and won't be coming back, again saying goodbye to Valentine. The man then starts to feel better, drinking and not caring about the heartbreak anymore. Later, his ex-lover calls asking if she can come back, but he refuses, telling her he has moved on and no longer cares.


Overall, the song's lyrics are a powerful narrative of how heartbreak can change a person and how the singer learns to move on and let go of his past to find inner peace.


Line by Line Meaning

We were living in this matchbox
Our living situation was cramped and uncomfortable


Well, it must be quite some time
We have been living in this matchbox for a while now


I was slaving at the steel mill
I worked hard every day at the steel mill


Every day on the production line
I worked on the same assembly line every single day


And I came home one summer evening
After a long day at work, I returned home one summer night


The place was empty, ain't that strange?
I found our home completely vacant, which was unexpected


She left a message on the mirror
My partner left a message for me to find


In pink lipstick she signed her name
The message was written in pink lipstick and signed by her


It said, I don't like this
The message detailed all the things she disliked


And I'm gonna hit the town
She was leaving town to go out and have fun


Yes, I'm leaving you
She was breaking up with me and leaving me behind


And I won't be back
She made it clear that she had no intention of returning


Goodbye, Valentine
She said farewell to me


So I called up all my best friends
I reached out to my closest companions


I said, "hey, boys, just come around"
I invited them over to my place


We've howling like a gang of alley cats
We made a lot of noise and commotion


We've up and down and hanging 'round the main
We wandered around town, looking for things to do


The postman woke me in the morning
I was awoken by the postman in the morning


He was banging on my door
The postman knocked loudly on my door


He said, "I got a postcard from Jamaica
The postman informed me that he had received a postcard from Jamaica


And a telegram from New York"
The postman also had a telegram for me from New York


Well, I've spent all your money
My partner had used up all of our money


And it won't be back
The money was gone for good


Well, I'm feeling so much better
After the initial shock and sadness, I started feeling better


Yes, I'm livin' like a king
I embraced the freedom and luxury of being single


I'm on my second bottle of Dr. Good
I drank heavily to cope with my emotions


And by now I don't feel a thing
I had numbed myself emotionally


Well, I hope you're happy
I wished happiness for my ex-partner


Have a real good time
I hoped they enjoyed their new life


'Cause you know I'll do the same
I planned to enjoy my newfound freedom as well


Yes, I will
I was determined to live my life to the fullest


Later on, I don't remember
After a while, the memories became foggy


Valentine was on the telephone
My ex-partner called me on the phone


She said, "I'm living with my mother
They were living with their mother now


And I'm bored, now can I come home?
They expressed a desire to come back home


Don't like that
They still did not like certain aspects of our relationship


Well, excuse me, what's your name?
I was taken aback by their request after leaving me


But it's too late now
Their request came too late after what they had put me through


It's goodbye, Valentine
I said goodbye to them for good this time


You can take your silly hat collection
I wanted nothing of theirs


And your sixty pairs of shoes
They had a vast shoe collection that I did not want


Your Madonna records always were a pain
Their taste in music was not mine


Take your bean bag too
I wanted every last belonging of theirs out of my house


This is goodbye, Valentine
I made one final farewell




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: IVOR DAVIES, S. LLOYD, P. WHEELER

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