Fuzzy Sun
Jim O'Rourke Lyrics


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What you call a pain
I call weeding out
And what you call the rain
Comes out of my mouth

Fuzzy sun
Gets you one by one
Fuzzy sun
Gets the job well done

Rolling drunks for their cigarettes
Frightening babies that aren't born yet

You feel I've passed you by
You feel that you've been robbed
Well nothing will feel worse
Than dying on the job

Fuzzy sun
When you have come undone
Fuzzy sun
A boy must have his fun





A cigarette to brand a baby's arm
A bit of ash in his face keeps him warm

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Jim O'Rourke's Fuzzy Sun are cryptic and mysterious, leaving much room for interpretation. The first two lines can be interpreted as the difference in perception and tolerance. What one person may consider a burden or pain, another may see as merely weeding out the unnecessary. The next two lines seem to imply that the singer has control over the weather, or at least possesses the power to manipulate it in some way.


The refrain of "fuzzy sun" is repeated throughout the song, and it is unclear what exactly it refers to. It could be the feeling of being high or drunk, or it could be a reference to something more abstract such as the haze of life or the confusion that comes with it. The line "gets you one by one" suggests that this fuzzy sun has a way of slowly enveloping people, almost like a drug.


The third verse is the most surreal and disturbing, with the image of someone rolling drunks for their cigarettes and frightening unborn babies. It's unclear who is doing this or why, but it adds to the general uneasy feeling of the song. The final verse seems to imply that the singer is living life on their own terms and enjoying themselves despite the critiques of others.


Overall, Fuzzy Sun is a song that leaves much room for interpretation and forces the listener to fill in the gaps themselves.


Line by Line Meaning

What you call a pain
I see it as an opportunity for growth


I call weeding out
As I work through this pain, I am able to remove the things that don't belong


And what you call the rain
The sadness you experience is something I can express through my art


Comes out of my mouth
My music captures these emotions and shares them with others


Fuzzy sun
This feeling of warmth and comfort is difficult to put into words


Gets you one by one
Slowly but surely, this pleasant sensation overtakes you


Gets the job well done
It accomplishes what it needs to do - make you feel good


Rolling drunks for their cigarettes
Taking without giving back


Frightening babies that aren't born yet
The future is unknown and therefore can be scary


You feel I've passed you by
You think I've left you behind


You feel that you've been robbed
You feel like you've been cheated out of something


Well nothing will feel worse
There are few things worse than this


Than dying on the job
Than feeling trapped in a cycle of work that you don't enjoy


When you have come undone
When things have fallen apart and you feel lost


A boy must have his fun
It's important to enjoy life


A cigarette to brand a baby's arm
A small act of cruelty can leave a lasting mark


A bit of ash in his face keeps him warm
A strange way of finding comfort amidst discomfort




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Written by: JIM O'ROURKE

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W H T V R

thank you for uploading this. Jim's been a favorite since I was 16.

tannerin

everything going on at 0:50 is perfect

astrosticks

"A cigarette to brand a baby's arm..."

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