No Hope
Kafka tamura Lyrics
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Though I know I'm dead in my chest, in my rest, in my dress.
Still i might just throw it.
Don't hold me under I don't want to go, I hear it undone, to soon.
Don't hold me under, I don't want to go.
I hear it undone, to soon.
Don't hold me.
I don't want to go.
Don't hold me under I don't want to go, I hear it undone, to soon.
Don't hold me under, I don't want to go.
I hear it undone, to soon.
Don't hold me.
I don't want to go.
I hear it undone, to soon. (music) If I hear your voice in my head, in my bed, in my rest, than I just might throw it.
Though I know I'm dead in my chest, in my rest, in my dress.
Still i might just throw it.
The lyrics of the song "No Hope" by Kafka Tamura are full of emotional intensity and tumultuous feelings. The opening lines of the song express the notion that the singer cannot bear the thought of hearing his lover's voice, especially when he's trying to find peace in bed or resting. He contemplates throwing away any recollections of his past love, even though he knows the pain will linger in his chest forever. The chorus repeats the phrase "Don't hold me under I don't want to go, I hear it undone, too soon" signifying that the singer doesn't want to fall into despair by holding onto something that is inevitably over.
The second verse is filled with metaphors that depict the relationship. The line "Those two eyes are too cold, a golden hound could shame the heart," suggests that his lover's eyes may have been too distant and detached to ever truly connect with him. The words "no hope, tapping to your soul," could symbolize the singer's trying to win back his lover, despite there being no hope. The singer then turns to religion, stating that he will go to church to find solace and break his mental silence. The final lines of the song bring it full circle with the opening lines, reiterating that the singer may still be drawn back to his past love, even though it might hurt him emotionally.
Overall, the song seems to explore the complexities of moving on from a former love and the internal struggle that one goes through in order to let go. It depicts both the hopeful and hopeless moments that arise when trying to move on.
Line by Line Meaning
If I hear your voice in my head, in my bed, in my rest, than I just might throw it.
The thought of hearing your voice in my mind, especially at night or during moments of rest, makes me want to distance myself from it and cut it off entirely.
Though I know I'm dead in my chest, in my rest, in my dress.
Even though I feel numb inside, defeated at times, and unable to fully function while I'm resting or just being myself.
Still i might just throw it.
I may write off your voice, despite the part of me that still wants to hold on to it or find some sort of hope.
Don't hold me under I don't want to go, I hear it undone, to soon.
Please don't push me down or suffocate me, I don't want to give up on myself or on life, but the thought of being overwhelmed or undone is too much, too soon for me to bear.
Those two eyes are way too cold, a golden hound could shame the heart, try to break, no hope, tapping to your soul, this time, I head to church, become the silence break, my mind gotten so slow, no hope but still to shame.
Your eyes often appear cold and unfeeling, to the point where even a loyal and loving pet would feel disappointed or sad. I'm trying to distance myself and move on from this relationship, but I still feel a sense of guilt or disappointment. I'll try to find some peace or guidance by attending church or finding someplace to find solace. Despite this, I feel like I've moved slower than I should have, and I still feel hopeless in many ways.
If I hear your voice in my head, in my bed, in my rest, than I just might throw it.
The thought of hearing your voice in my mind, especially at night or during moments of rest, makes me want to distance myself from it and cut it off entirely.
Though I know I'm dead in my chest, in my rest, in my dress.
Even though I feel numb inside, defeated at times, and unable to fully function while I'm resting or just being myself.
Still i might just throw it.
I may write off your voice, despite the part of me that still wants to hold on to it or find some sort of hope.
Contributed by Katherine J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@nemo9189
Flat line these false supplies
Open scars are televised
Try hard to break the mould
With no hope tattooed into your soul
More lines, a way to cope
Applaud denial, consume the hope
Try hard to break the mould
With no hope tattooed into your soul
This crime on what you're choked
Speak out when the silence broke
In mind's forgotten so
In hope no hope is still to show
New sights, thoughtless eyes
Views from what's considered high
In mind's forgotten so
In hope no hope is still to show
[Chorus]
If I hear your voice in my head
In my bed, in my rest
Then I might just throw away
Though I know I'm dead in my chest
In my rest, in my dress
Still I might just throw away
Don't hold me under
I don't want to go
I hear a thunder
To soak
Don't hold me under
I don't want to go
I hear more thunder
To choke
Shards lie, speech is false
Try not to break the mould
You said I might find a day
If I shut my mouth and look away
On time for false supplies
More stars are burned alive
You said try hard to shake the soul
With your hope shattered into your bones
[Chorus]
If I hear your voice in my head
In my bed, in my rest
Then I might just throw away
Though I know I'm dead in my chest
In my rest, in my dress
Still I might just throw away
@asecrethollywoodtranny6379
+Remember Amber If I hear your voice in my head, in my bed, in my rest, than I just might throw it.
Though I know I'm dead in my chest, in my rest, in my dress.
Still i might just throw it.
Don't hold me under I don't want to go, I hear it undone, to soon.
Don't hold me under, I don't want to go.
I hear it undone, to soon.
Don't hold me.
I don't want to go.
I hear it undone, to soon. (music) Those two eyes are way to cold, a golden hound could shame the heart, try to break, no hope, tapping to your soul, this time, I head to church, become the silence break, my mind gotten so slow, no hope but still to shame.
Don't hold me under I don't want to go, I hear it undone, to soon.
Don't hold me under, I don't want to go.
I hear it undone, to soon.
Don't hold me.
I don't want to go.
I hear it undone, to soon. (music) If I hear your voice in my head, in my bed, in my rest, than I just might throw it.
though I know I'm dead in my chest, in my rest, in my dress.
Still i might just throw it.
@emrealtiay
bu şarkıyı yapanı, klibini çekeni, klipte oynayanları, yapımda ve yayında emeği geçen herkesi öpücüklere boğuyorum. mükemmelsiniz cansınız <3
@fuoricomeva94
I discovered this song thanks to the Murakami Haruki's book "Kafka on the shore". I like your music very much, but I'm curious to know why you have choose this name for the band! :D Good luck!
@eastrhymes
since you played your Music at a milky Chance concert (and a friend of mine told me about ) it, i am obsessed with your Music!!
@kopib4538
Every video you make feels like Kafka on the Shore.
@tracipendleton4686
Had the Pleasure of spending Christmas with this beutifull tallented young lady!!!
great song!
@bleran11
You are one lucky person! ;)
@gabrielburgos6435
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@girl4everever
Ohsonicolely brought me here ! Absolutely love it!!
@adnanchowdhury6675
Holy shit. Pure art.
@AlliCore13
Wunderschön wundervoll!!