Carousel
Kyprios Lyrics
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The old man didnt want me
Five boys before me five mouths to feed
No sleep stressed out
I guess the old boy changed
Instead of giving me up
He done gave me his name
David J little Day
But my brother couldn't say it
So they called me Bayday
Hand me downs and beat downs, what...
Lippy little mother fucker gettin' tossed around
Lost and found childhood
I'm only learnin' now,
Life is like a carousel the way it turn around
Chorus
Seems like a tale that I long to tell,
Jutebox quarter from the wishing well,
These are the days that i know so well,
Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
Yesterday has past me
I must let it go,
Be the lonely poet they call Kyprios
Yo, You remember when we use to play,
Hide and go seek,ya, and nicky nicky nine doors, hell ya,
We'd just like bang on the door and run the fuck out
Livin' weeks for the weekend,
Sneakin' out to meet friends,
Snowy day was holiday,
Fought with my pops so I had to run away,
A natural, sabadical, man I mean an actual,
Dramatic adic escape, now aint that radical,
Cuz thats the way we use to talk,
Had a skate board so I never had to walk,
Tony Hawk with the grip tape,
And if that break, what a day, such a great mistake to have made,
Cus pops was the guy who had paid, sorry pop
Chorus
Seems like a tale that I long to tell,
Jutebox quarter from the wishing well,
These are the days that i know so well,
Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
Yesterday has past me
I must let it go,
Be the lonely poet they call Kyprios
Life is short with the complex,
No map and no compass,
Lifes a bitch givin' bad sex,
She'll fuck you if she can and I'm only being honest,
See I've seen a turn around,
Of the carousel,
Had the bridge and burned it down,
Life is not a fairy tale,
How very well I know,
How rich can turn to poor,
I use to have money,
I don't have it any more,
Just an optimistic pesimist,
Glass half empty but its full of bliss,
Use to be half full of piss and pestulence,
Now i learned that ever of a ways a search for happiness,
Chorus
Seems like a tail that I long to tell,
Jutebox quarter from the wishing well,
These are the days that i know so well,
Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
Yes the day has past me I must let it go,
And be the lonely poet they call Kyprios
The lyrics to Kyprios's song 'Carousel' are autobiographical and describe his life as a child and young adult. The first verse begins with Kyprios describing his arrival in 1977 as a "heavenly present," but also as an unwanted burden to his family. He was the sixth child in his family and his father was stressed out from trying to provide for his large family. However, Kyprios notes that his father eventually changed and gave him his name, which was significant for his identity.
The second verse describes Kyprios's childhood and the struggles he faced. He talks about hand-me-downs and beat-downs, indicating that he experienced poverty and physical abuse growing up. The verse also touches on the theme of loss and learning, with Kyprios realizing that "life is like a carousel the way it turn around." The chorus is a nostalgic reflection on his past, with Kyprios wishing to relive certain moments from his childhood while also recognizing that he must let go of them, as yesterday has past him.
The third verse switches to a faster pace as Kyprios reminisces with a friend about the games they played as children, such as hide-and-seek and nicky-nicky-nine-doors. He then talks about his rebellious teenage years, where he would sneak out to meet friends and fight with his father. Kyprios then switches to a more reflective tone, recognizing how life is short and complex, with no clear direction. He talks about his own experience of losing wealth and realizing that happiness is a constant search, no matter what one's circumstances may be.
Overall, 'Carousel' is a reflection on Kyprios's past, highlighting the struggles and joys of his upbringing while recognizing the transitory nature of life. The carousel is a metaphor for life's ups and downs, and Kyprios's lyrics showcase his ability to convey complex themes with honesty and depth.
Line by Line Meaning
1977 I arrived a heavenly present
I was born in 1977, which was a blessing and a gift from heaven.
The old man didnt want me
My father didn't want me when I was born.
Five boys before me five mouths to feed
My parents had five sons before me and had to support five children.
No sleep stressed out
My parents were stressed out and tired from taking care of so many children.
I guess the old boy changed
My father changed his mind about not wanting me.
Instead of giving me up
My father decided to keep me.
He done gave me his name
My father gave me his last name.
Hand me downs and beat downs, what...
I had to wear clothes and shoes that were passed down to me from my older brothers, and I also experienced physical abuse.
Lippy little mother fucker gettin' tossed around
I was a talkative and defiant child who was often physically thrown around.
Lost and found childhood
My childhood was full of ups and downs, with both positive and negative experiences.
I'm only learnin' now,
Life is like a carousel the way it turn around
As I reflect on my past, I am realizing that life is like a carousel, always turning and changing.
Seems like a tale that I long to tell,
Jutebox quarter from the wishing well,
These are the days that i know so well,
Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
Yesterday has past me
I must let it go,
Be the lonely poet they call Kyprios
Life feels like a story I want to tell, with memories that are like songs played from a jukebox. These experiences are familiar and remind me of how life always keeps changing. I must let go of the past and embrace my identity as a lonely poet.
Yo, You remember when we use to play,
Hide and go seek,ya, and nicky nicky nine doors, hell ya,
We'd just like bang on the door and run the fuck out
Do you remember when we used to play games like hide and seek and knock on doors and run away?
Livin' weeks for the weekend,
Sneakin' out to meet friends,
Snowy day was holiday,
Fought with my pops so I had to run away,
A natural, sabadical, man I mean an actual,
Dramatic adic escape, now aint that radical,
Cuz thats the way we use to talk,
Had a skate board so I never had to walk,
Tony Hawk with the grip tape,
And if that break, what a day, such a great mistake to have made,
Cus pops was the guy who had paid, sorry pop
I used to live for the weekends when I could sneak out to hang out with friends. A snowy day felt like a holiday, but I ran away from home after fighting with my father. It was a bold and dramatic escape, which we used to talk about in a cool way. I had a skateboard, so I didn't have to walk. I was like Tony Hawk with the grip tape. If the skateboard broke, it was a big mistake that I made, and I feel sorry for my father who had paid for it.
Life is short with the complex,
No map and no compass,
Lifes a bitch givin' bad sex,
She'll fuck you if she can and I'm only being honest,
See I've seen a turn around,
Of the carousel,
Had the bridge and burned it down,
Life is not a fairy tale,
How very well I know,
How rich can turn to poor,
I use to have money,
I don't have it any more,
Just an optimistic pesimist,
Glass half empty but its full of bliss,
Use to be half full of piss and pestulence,
Now i learned that ever of a ways a search for happiness,
Life is complicated and short, with no clear direction like a map or compass. Life can be cruel and unforgiving, and I am being honest about that. However, I have seen how life can turn around, like a carousel. I have made some bad decisions and burned bridges, but I know that life is not always a fairy tale. I used to be rich, but I am not anymore. I am an optimistic pessimist, who sees the glass as half empty but still feels happy. I used to be negative and ungrateful, but now I understand that happiness is found in many ways.
Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
Yes the day has past me I must let it go,
And be the lonely poet they call Kyprios
Life keeps changing and turning like a carousel, and it can be difficult to keep up. The past is behind me, and I must let it go. I embrace my identity as a lonely poet and continue to move forward in life.
Contributed by Landon K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.