Mr. Golden Sun
Julie Arsenault Lyrics
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And the moon, like the wolf for a shoulder to cry
And when it rains my eyes just roll and I walk around in socks
until I’m pushed out the door by the hands of the clock
These meager hours and this measly wage
I don't know what’s worse, going to work or growing insane
As it stands I could go either way
So I’ll just hope that tomorrow makes more sense than today
Now my hands they grow tired with each passing chord
Yet they all sound the same even the strings look bored
It’s a choice I have made to go down strumming
But these half-ass attempts only amount to nothing
Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun
Won't you please shine down on me?
Should I crawl out of bed before my hip bones bruise?
Should I comb my hair, or cut it loose?
Should I stumble to the store to stare at milk substitutes?
Or simply smoke my last meal here on this stoop?
Should the sun decide to shine well I guess I will too,
Should he not, then I’ma hide until he do
Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun
Won’t you please shine down on, please shine down on me?
The lyrics to Julie Arsenault's song "Mr. Golden Sun" reflect the duality of our existence - the struggle between light and darkness, hope and despair, and how we depend on external factors to lift us up or bring us down. The singer expresses her reliance on the sun to provide her with the energy and motivation to keep going, while the moon acts as her comforter during tough times. The rain, on the other hand, seems to unsettle her and keeps her indoors until the ticking clock forces her out. She laments about the monotony of her life and how the choice between work and insanity seems equally bleak. The singer then switches to strumming her guitar, but she acknowledges that her half-hearted attempts at playing only lead to nothingness.
The chorus of the song seems to be a plea to the sun to shine its light on her and brighten up her day. She wonders whether she should bother going out and facing the world or stay cocooned in her own misery. The metaphor of the sun as a life-giver is a recurring theme throughout the song, and the singer seems to be searching for meaning and purpose in her life.
Line by Line Meaning
On the sun I rely nearly all of my might
I depend on the sun for energy and strength.
And the moon, like the wolf for a shoulder to cry
The moon is my comfort like a wolf's shoulder for crying on.
And when it rains my eyes just roll and I walk around in socks until I’m pushed out the door by the hands of the clock
Rain makes me lazy and unmotivated to leave until time forces me to.
These meager hours and this measly wage
I work long hours for little pay.
I don't know what’s worse, going to work or growing insane
I can't decide which is worse, working or losing my sanity.
As it stands I could go either way
I'm not sure which direction my life will take.
So I’ll just hope that tomorrow makes more sense than today
I hope tomorrow brings me clarity and understanding.
Now my hands they grow tired with each passing chord
Playing guitar is tiring, and my hands ache from each chord.
Yet they all sound the same even the strings look bored
Each chord I play sounds the same, and my guitar strings seem uninterested.
It’s a choice I have made to go down strumming
I've chosen to continue playing guitar even with little progress.
But these half-ass attempts only amount to nothing
My lack of commitment and effort leads to no improvement.
Should I crawl out of bed before my hip bones bruise?
Should I wake up early before my body is sore?
Should I comb my hair, or cut it loose?
Should I style my hair, or leave it natural?
Should I stumble to the store to stare at milk substitutes?
Should I bother going to the store just to look at milk alternatives?
Or simply smoke my last meal here on this stoop?
Should I eat my last meal outside on the doorstep while smoking?
Should the sun decide to shine well I guess I will too,
If the sun comes out, I'll take it as a sign to be productive.
Should he not, then I’ma hide until he do
If the sun doesn't come out, I'll stay inside until it does.
Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun
Won’t you please shine down on, please shine down on me?
Addressing the sun for its light and warmth, hoping for its presence and positivity.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Julie Arsenault
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