Count Souvenirs
Junior Boys Lyrics


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A pair of shoes
Some old reviews
That you kicked behind the door
A calling card
Is torn apart
And it's wasted on the floor
Some city scene
You're like a preteen
Chasing all the latest news
We're back at home
We fix old radios
Wiping off the dusty tunes

So
Please, please don't touch
Please, please don't touch

I keep it warm
At thirty-four
Like the way it was before
Your favorite shirt
A little dirt
Builds inside the bedroom drawer
'Cause all the paint
And the stains
All the papers and the fumes
They're all of you
They stay alive
And inside the things we knew

So
Please, please don't touch
Please, please don't touch

Empty stalls and shopping malls
That we'll never see again
Hotel lobbies like painful hobbies
That linger on
Time compares us, you feel embarrassed
Like you drive your parent's car




On another road, in another road
Kept in a jar

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Junior Boys' song Count Souvenirs are open to interpretation, but they explore themes of nostalgia, loss, and memory. The first verse describes mundane objects left behind by a lover, such as shoes, reviews, and a calling card, which now seem meaningless and wasted. The singer observes their lover's childish excitement for new trends and news, while they prefer to stay home and reminisce over old things.


The chorus, 'Please, please don't touch,' further emphasizes the preciousness of these memories and objects. The singer wants to preserve them, to keep them untouched by time, and to avoid diluting their significance. The second verse expands on this idea, as it describes the singer's attempts to store away their lover's favorite shirt, covered in dirt, in a bedroom drawer. Every paint stain, every memory, and every scent of their lover lingers on in the mundane objects around them, keeping alive the traces of their relationship.


The bridge of the song brings up the idea of places and spaces that used to mean something. However, time has transformed them into unfamiliar and empty environments that the singer and their lover will never see again. The pain of nostalgia is heightened by the reference to hotel lobbies as 'painful hobbies' and the feelings of embarrassment that come with growing up and moving on. The final line of the song, 'kept in a jar,' is ambiguous but may mean that the memories are preserved and protected, like bugs or specimens in a jar.


Line by Line Meaning

A pair of shoes
Referring to a memory that has been left behind in the form of a pair of shoes


Some old reviews
Other reminders of the past are also present in the form of reviews


That you kicked behind the door
The shoes and the reviews have been pushed aside and forgotten, like kicking something behind a door


A calling card
A reminder of someone who has tried to reach out to connect with you


Is torn apart
But the connection has been destroyed or lost


And it's wasted on the floor
The potential of the connection lies on the floor, unable to be utilized


Some city scene
The memory is of a city location


You're like a preteen
You are acting like an adolescent in search of the latest trends


Chasing all the latest news
You are trying to keep up with the latest cultural events


We're back at home
Switching back to a different memory- the present scenario is at home


We fix old radios
The activity you do now is fixing old radios


Wiping off the dusty tunes
The radios were in a dusty condition hence the tunes/songs heard from them also had dust- which is wiped off


So Please, please don't touch Please, please don't touch
As if you are requesting to not touch the old radios and the memories they hold


I keep it warm At thirty-four Like the way it was before
Trying to keep something as warm at 34 degrees as it was before (likely a memory or sentimental object)


Your favorite shirt A little dirt Builds inside the bedroom drawer
Another reminder of a past relationship or memory in the form of a shirt that has collected dust in a drawer


'Cause all the paint And the stains All the papers and the fumes
Various scents/traces left behind, contributing to the nostalgia and sentimentality of the memory


They're all of you They stay alive And inside the things we knew
All these past experiences comprise the memory and affect the person you have become


Empty stalls and shopping malls That we'll never see again
A memory of a bygone era where certain locations and experiences are no longer possible


Hotel lobbies like painful hobbies That linger on
Another picture of a memory where there might have been a traumatic or negative experience in a lobby


Time compares us, you feel embarrassed Like you drive your parent's car On another road, in another road Kept in a jar
A metaphor of how time moves forward and how it can affect our memories in a way that some memories appear outdated, and that can make us feel embarrassed. These feelings are like being stuck in the past and kept in a jar, unable to move forward or progress.




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Paul Irimia

A pair of shoes
Some old reviews
That you kicked behind the door
A calling card
Is torn apart
And it's wasted on the floor
Some city scene
You're like a preteen
Chasing all the latest news
We're back at home
We fix old radios
Wiping off the dusty tunes


So
Please, please don't touch
Please, please don't touch


I keep it warm
At thirty-four
Like the way it was before
Your favorite shirt
A little dirt
Builds inside the bedroom drawer
'Cause all the paint
And the stains
All the papers and the fumes
They're all of you
They stay alive
And inside the things we knew


So
Please, please don't touch
Please, please don't touch


Empty stalls and shopping malls
That we'll never see again
Hotel lobbies like painful hobbies
That linger on
Time compares us, you feel embarrassed
Like you drive your parent's car
On another road, in another road
Kept in a jar



All comments from YouTube:

Paul Irimia

A pair of shoes
Some old reviews
That you kicked behind the door
A calling card
Is torn apart
And it's wasted on the floor
Some city scene
You're like a preteen
Chasing all the latest news
We're back at home
We fix old radios
Wiping off the dusty tunes


So
Please, please don't touch
Please, please don't touch


I keep it warm
At thirty-four
Like the way it was before
Your favorite shirt
A little dirt
Builds inside the bedroom drawer
'Cause all the paint
And the stains
All the papers and the fumes
They're all of you
They stay alive
And inside the things we knew


So
Please, please don't touch
Please, please don't touch


Empty stalls and shopping malls
That we'll never see again
Hotel lobbies like painful hobbies
That linger on
Time compares us, you feel embarrassed
Like you drive your parent's car
On another road, in another road
Kept in a jar

WC Petree

Someone hand me my phone this song makes me cry

Jocelyn Jade

Wonderful! As a side note, it obviously carries that long, lonely 80s vibe.

sayulke

"No description available" Indeed. no mere human can describe such brilliance!

RoyalMcDade

This song is so damn special in my heart.

chris wright

I travel a lot. This song keeps me going while taking me back.

Kelley Prather

Excellent band.

alphabroly28

lol its funny i hear this song at SEARS when I used to work there. Out of all the random stuff they played, this was a GEM lol

PereBeyondBarcelona

it's excellent! Woooooooooooooooooooow! 

superduperfunk

Brilliant!

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