Light
J. Robert Spencer Aaron Tveit Lyrics
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A mini-disco, a pistolero,
Lost in lonely heartache,
It's literal this time,
I'm counting up to half a million,
I used to know all of the presidents,
By name and order of appearance,
In attics in my mind
Traipsing down memory lane,
The streets are all but vacant,
Like some psychic neutron bomb,
Cleaned out this whole town,
Pretty pills once meaning pleasure,
Are now part of the regimen,
I am lost in thought,
There's no need to hang around
Even in a far-off desert,
I can wait a thousand years,
and if I don't know what I'm waiting for,
I can still pretend,
I'm waiting for your guilt assistance,
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
I've got nothing better to do,
Some say it's sad but true
Christmas lights are colorful,
Mini-disco, a pistolero,
Lost in lonely heartache,
It's literal this time,
I'm counting on your secret mission,
Save me from my memory,
Some say I love the drama,
No, I just don't mind
Christmas lights are colorful,
Mini-disco, a pistolero,
Lost in lonely heartache,
It's literal this time
The song "Light" by J. Robert Spencer and Aaron Tveit is a nostalgic and introspective piece that explores the idea of reminiscing on the past and grappling with loneliness. The chorus repeats the lyrics "Christmas lights are colorful, a mini-disco, a pistolero, lost in lonely heartache, it's literal this time," which creates a vivid image of the singer being surrounded by festive lights and feeling a sense of desperation and melancholy.
Throughout the song, the singer reflects on memories and the passage of time. They mention counting up to half a million, a reference to the passing of days or possibly the amount of memories they hold. They also reflect on their once-clear knowledge of the presidents and how it's now stored haphazardly "in attics in my mind." The singer is "traipsing down memory lane," a phrase that suggests they are struggling to come to terms with the past and searching for something to hold onto.
The bridge contains a particularly haunting image, as the singer describes an abandoned town that has been "cleaned out" by a psychic neutron bomb. This could be interpreted as a metaphor for the damage that trauma can do to a person's memories and sense of self. The song ends with the singer waiting, alone and forlorn, and counting on someone else to save them from their own thoughts and memories.
Line by Line Meaning
Christmas lights are colorful,
The festive lights are bright and cheerful, bringing color to the holiday season.
A mini-disco, a pistolero,
I feel like I'm at a small dance club with a western vibe, like a cowboy with a gun.
Lost in lonely heartache,
I'm feeling the sadness and pain of loneliness and heartbreak.
It's literal this time,
This time, I mean exactly what I say, without any hidden meaning or metaphor.
I'm counting up to half a million,
I'm stuck in my head, obsessively counting and trying to make sense of my thoughts and feelings.
I used to know all of the presidents,
I used to have a good memory and could remember the names and order of the presidents of the United States.
By name and order of appearance,
I could recite them in chronological order by their names and term in office.
In attics in my mind
These memories are buried deep in the recesses of my mind, like old items stored in an attic.
Traipsing down memory lane,
I'm taking a journey through my past experiences and memories, reflecting on them as I walk.
The streets are all but vacant,
The roads and paths I walk are empty and deserted, with no one around.
Like some psychic neutron bomb,
Something has happened that has wiped everyone out, like an explosive force that affects the mind and the spirit.
Cleaned out this whole town,
Whatever happened has emptied the town and made it a desolate wasteland, devoid of life or activity.
Pretty pills once meaning pleasure,
I used to take medication or drugs that gave me a sense of pleasure or euphoria.
Are now part of the regimen,
Now, these same pills or substances are part of my daily routine or treatment plan, with no joy or excitement attached.
I am lost in thought,
I am consumed by my own thoughts and feelings, unable to focus on anything else.
There's no need to hang around
There's nothing left here for me, no reason to stay and linger in this emptiness and pain.
Even in a far-off desert,
Even in a distant and barren place, far removed from my current reality,
I can wait a thousand years,
I'm willing to wait an incredibly long time, without knowing exactly what I'm waiting for.
and if I don't know what I'm waiting for,
I'm willing to wait aimlessly, without a clear purpose or objective in mind.
I can still pretend,
I can create my own imaginary scenario to pass the time and escape my current situation.
I'm waiting for your guilt assistance,
I'm waiting for someone to help me deal with my own sense of guilt or remorse.
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
I am stuck in this cycle of waiting and hoping, with no end in sight.
I've got nothing better to do,
There's nothing else occupying my time or attention, leaving me with nothing to do but wait and hope.
Some say it's sad but true
Some people may see my situation as sorrowful or pitiful, but it's the reality I'm living in.
I'm counting on your secret mission,
I'm relying on someone else's hidden plan or covert operation to help me out of my current situation.
Save me from my memory,
I need to be rescued from the painful and difficult memories that are weighing me down and holding me back.
Some say I love the drama,
Some people accuse me of enjoying the attention or excitement that comes with my difficult circumstances.
No, I just don't mind
It's not that I like the drama or chaos, but I'm able to handle it and endure it without falling apart.
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