Playground Brutality
Kingmaker Lyrics


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The falling of your tears
Was the best environmental news
We've had in years
'round here

Everything looks vulgar... sometimes
I'll write THAT out
A hundred times
Coughing up the chalk dust
I wonder why

Unhappy hour
Begins at twelve
And my punishment doesn't just stop
With the final bell

Is anybody there?
Is anybody out there?
Is anybody there?
Is anybody out there?
Is anybody there?
Does anybody care?




Is anybody there?
Nobody in the whole world seems to care

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Kingmaker's "Playground Brutality" have a somewhat cryptic and abstract quality to them, but upon closer examination, they seem to be commenting on the state of society and the environment. The line "The falling of your tears was the best environmental news we've had in years" suggests that there is a deep sense of apathy towards environmental issues, and that it often takes a personal tragedy to awaken people's sense of empathy and concern.


The following lines, "Everything looks vulgar... sometimes, I'll write THAT out a hundred times, coughing up the chalk dust, I wonder why" seem to be a commentary on the way in which society - or perhaps the educational system - fails to inspire creativity and independent thinking. The reference to "coughing up the chalk dust" suggests a sense of frustration and disillusionment with the process of learning, and the repetition of the phrase "I wonder why" perhaps suggests a sense of confusion and anger at the state of things.


Line by Line Meaning

The falling of your tears
The expression of your sadness and pain is refreshing and hopeful because it means there is still some emotion and caring left in this dreary world.


Was the best environmental news
Your tears are so rare and positive that they bring a much needed natural balance and life to the otherwise polluted and sterile emotional environment around here.


We've had in years
It has been so long since we have experienced the purity of true emotions that your tears come as a relief and a reminder of what we have been lacking for so long.


'round here
In this bleak and grey place where everything and everyone seems to be devoid of any color and joy.


Everything looks vulgar... sometimes
The world around us often appears crude, ordinary, and devoid of any beauty or meaning, but it is only sometimes as we can still find those rare and precious moments of true significance and value.


I'll write THAT out
I will take the time and effort to express my thoughts and feelings in a clear and precise way so that they are not lost or distorted by the chaos and noise around us.


A hundred times
I will repeat this process again and again until I have found the right words and the right way to convey my message with clarity and impact.


Coughing up the chalk dust
Struggling to express myself and communicate my ideas in a world that is dominated by stale and static language that suffocates creativity and originality.


I wonder why
I am constantly questioning and reflecting on the reasons why the world is the way it is, and why it seems so difficult to change and improve it in any meaningful way.


Unhappy hour
The time of day when my mood and outlook on life take a nosedive and I become overwhelmed by a sense of despair, isolation, and hopelessness.


Begins at twelve
This emotional downturn starts at noon, when the realities and pressures of life start to weigh down on me and my spirits start to sink.


And my punishment doesn't just stop
This negative emotional state is not something that can be easily controlled or mitigated, but rather it persists and becomes a form of self-punishment that amplifies my negative thoughts and feelings.


With the final bell
Even when the school day is over and I am supposed to be free from the stresses and obligations of academic life, my negative emotions continue to linger and affect me long after the bell has rung.


Is anybody there?
I am reaching out to anyone who might be listening or paying attention to my struggles, hoping that there is still some sense of empathy and solidarity in this world of cold detachment and indifference.


Is anybody out there?
I am searching for any signs of life or hope in this desolate and empty landscape, hoping that there is still some potential for positive change and transformation, no matter how small or fleeting.


Does anybody care?
I am questioning the fundamental worth and meaning of my existence, wondering if there is anyone out there who truly sees me and understands my pain, or if I am truly alone in this world.


Nobody in the whole world seems to care
Despite my best efforts and hopes, I am left with the crushing realization that there truly is no one in this world who cares about me or my struggles, and that I must find a way to cope and survive on my own.




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