Tinsel and Sawdust
Jason Collett Lyrics


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We're the fugitives of American portions
Caught on the sleeves, yesterday's conquered
From the fresh cut grass out on the interstate
Where the wheels keep on rolling
Till we've sealed our fate

Tinsel and sawdust, who's gonna give you up?
So here's a guitar that you use to strum
You never got very far but you could still sing along
The oblique pastiche of childhood memories
Has got you down on your knees
You know you can't escape these things

Tinsel and sawdust, who's gonna give you up?
It's not who you are, it's just what you've become

Skies fold into roads, we've been gone for days
Feeling more at home when I'm this far away
Flip the cassette of the mixed tape you made
Light up a joint, let our souls catch some rays

Tinsel and sawdust, I'm gonna give you up




It's not who you are, its just what we've become
Tinsel and sawdust, tinsel and sawdust

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Jason Collett's song "Tinsel and Sawdust" describe a sense of restlessness and displacement. The reference to "American portions" suggests a dissatisfaction with the excess and indulgence of American culture, while the image of being "caught on the sleeves" suggests a feeling of constraint or imprisonment. The mention of "fresh cut grass out on the interstate" creates a vivid sense of movement and travel, but this is tempered by the idea that "we've sealed our fate" - a hint that the characters in the song are on some kind of self-destructive path.


The title of the song, "Tinsel and Sawdust," suggests a mix of cheap glamour and gritty reality. This theme is developed in the second half of the song, as the singer describes the nostalgic power of music ("here's a guitar that you use to strum"), the weight of childhood memories ("the oblique pastiche"), and the sense of aimlessness and escape that comes with travel ("feeling more at home when I'm this far away"). The repeated refrain of "who's gonna give you up" underscores the theme of loss and abandonment, as well as the idea that the characters in the song are searching for something that they may never find.


Line by Line Meaning

We're the fugitives of American portions
We're the outlaws who have been defeated by the large portions of food in America


Caught on the sleeves, yesterday's conquered
Past mistakes have caught up with us and we can't escape them


From the fresh cut grass out on the interstate
We're on the move and constantly traveling on the highway


Where the wheels keep on rolling
We're always moving and can't slow down


Till we've sealed our fate
We keep going until we've reached the point of no return


Tinsel and sawdust, who's gonna give you up?
We're left with nothing but cheap decorations and wood chips, and no one will come to our rescue


So here's a guitar that you use to strum
We're given a small comfort in the form of a guitar, but it's not enough to make a significant difference


You never got very far but you could still sing along
We haven't achieved much, but we can still enjoy the simple pleasures in life


The oblique pastiche of childhood memories
Our memories of the past are fragmented and unclear


Has got you down on your knees
These memories have caused us to feel overwhelmed and helpless


You know you can't escape these things
We're aware that we can't run away from our past mistakes and memories


Skies fold into roads, we've been gone for days
We've been traveling for so long that the sky and the road have merged together in our minds


Feeling more at home when I'm this far away
We feel more comfortable and free when we're far from the places we know


Flip the cassette of the mixed tape you made
We find solace in the music we've curated on a mixtape


Light up a joint, let our souls catch some rays
We turn to drugs to escape our problems and feel a sense of peace


Tinsel and sawdust, I'm gonna give you up
We've accepted our fate and given up on the idea of a better life


It's not who you are, its just what we've become
Our current situation doesn't define who we are as people


Tinsel and sawdust, tinsel and sawdust
We're left with nothing but cheap decorations and wood chips, and there's no escaping our current reality




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Written by: Jason Collett

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