Sketches
La Rocca Lyrics


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All i have's the journals that I write
Sketches of a 20-something life
Glory pieces shining on a page
Boxing nights of disappointing rage
Legends never leave an ounce of flesh
Colour fades a memory like death
I mistook with all the strength I had
Words laid down in mornings turning sad
Left a window seat for who may pass
I long to see a skirt or cotton blouse
Inside of a woman's changing room
Got invited back, gave opinion too
Coloured queen a winters night in a bath
Can you feel this prose tease out a laugh
All I have's this journal that I write
Sketches of a 20-something life

Never got to see the mighty sands
Settled for a back-row in the stand
Many New Years Eves' I spent alone
Shaking with the fear while crawling home
Digging even deeper down for oil
To fuel the fire roaring in my soul
Of course I wanted credit where its due
I feel so very blessed to play with you
We get over everything it seems
Wide awake while all around is dream
Dig your Autumn taste and marriage needs
For half a piece of mind, I mined your peace
Using every face I run into
Take a seat and tell me something new
All I have's these journals that I write
Sketches of a 20-something life

Maybe when I travel left of town
I could play the 20-something down
Pretend I've won the lottery and sing
Get into the mansion house and...
Bring, a bottle opened slowly at the door
Added to the missing lions roar
Didn't we go looking for the place
Where all my inspirations wrote their face
Telephone kept buzzing on the plane
Filming what could never be again




All I have's these journals that I write
Sketches of a 20-something life

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Sketches" by La Rocca give glimpses into the life of the singer, who is in his 20s, and how he captures them in his journals. The song is a wistful retrospective of experiences and missed opportunities that the singer has been through. It’s clear that he is a writer, and he has been documenting the stories of his life in his journal. The singer is filled with regret as he lists the many things he didn't get to do and the things he wishes he had done differently.


In the first verse, the singer reflects on the power and impermanence of memories; how the stories we tell ourselves provide a fleeting sense of fleeting happiness as our memories fade away. He describes his heartbreak as he longs for someone to share his life with. In the second verse, the singer speaks about his ambition and the sacrifices he has made in pursuit of that ambition. He speaks of how he wanted recognition but was grateful for the opportunity to play music with his bandmates.


In the final verse, the singer thinks about leaving town and starting afresh, pretending as if he's made it. He thinks about the perfect location to inspire him to create even better art than what he has written in his journals so far. The song ends with the singer accepting that all he has are his journals and the memories that he can conjure up in his mind.


Line by Line Meaning

All i have's the journals that I write
The author only has his journals to capture the experiences of his 20-something life


Sketches of a 20-something life
The journals contain sketches of various events that occurred during his 20-something years


Glory pieces shining on a page
Certain moments from his life are highlighted in a glorious and shining manner on the pages


Boxing nights of disappointing rage
The author faced nights of disappointment and anger, likened to a boxing match


Legends never leave an ounce of flesh
Legendary moments never leave a physical mark on the author


Colour fades a memory like death
Memories fade away over time, much like colors fade after death


I mistook with all the strength I had
The author made a significant mistake with all his might


Words laid down in mornings turning sad
Words written down in the morning turned into sad thoughts


Left a window seat for who may pass
The author reserved a window seat on a train or plane for anyone who may take it


I long to see a skirt or cotton blouse
The author desires to see a woman wearing a skirt or cotton blouse


Inside of a woman's changing room
He desires to peek inside a woman's changing room


Got invited back, gave opinion too
The author was invited back to the changing room and shared his opinion


Coloured queen a winters night in a bath
A woman, likely of a different race, is bathing on a winter night


Can you feel this prose tease out a laugh
The author asks if the reader can feel his writing sparking laughter


Never got to see the mighty sands
The author never got to see vast deserts or beaches


Settled for a back-row in the stand
He had to settle for sitting in the back row of a spectator stand


Many New Years Eves' I spent alone
The author spent many New Year's Eves alone


Shaking with the fear while crawling home
He was shaken with fear while walking home


Digging even deeper down for oil
The author dug deep within himself to find the motivation to continue living


To fuel the fire roaring in my soul
He used this motivation to fuel his passion and soul


Of course I wanted credit where its due
He wanted recognition when he deserved it


I feel so very blessed to play with you
He feels grateful for the opportunities to play with others


We get over everything it seems
People seem to get over everything eventually


Wide awake while all around is dream
The author is awake while others are dreaming


Dig your Autumn taste and marriage needs
He explores the idea of a woman's taste and desire for marriage during autumn


For half a piece of mind, I mined your peace
He pursued a woman for the sake of his own peace of mind


Using every face I run into
He uses every person he meets to gain new experiences and insight


Take a seat and tell me something new
The author invites someone to sit and share something interesting or unique


Maybe when I travel left of town
When he travels to the left side of town


I could play the 20-something down
He could suppress his 20-something behavior and appearance


Pretend I've won the lottery and sing
He pretends to have won the lottery and sings in celebration


Get into the mansion house and...
He dreams of entering a luxurious mansion


Bring, a bottle opened slowly at the door
He brings a bottle of wine slowly opened at the mansion's door


Added to the missing lions roar
The wine is added to the already missing roar of a lion statue


Didn't we go looking for the place
He reminisces on looking for a place


Where all my inspirations wrote their face
He focused on the place where his inspirations wrote their thoughts


Telephone kept buzzing on the plane
The author received a phone call while on a plane


Filming what could never be again
He filmed something that can never happen again


All I have's these journals that I write
The author still only has his journals containing sketches from his 20-something years




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Written by: Alan Redmond, Bjorn Baillie, Nicholas Haworth, Simon Baillie

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Shantanu Rao

First time: Age 13, Playing FIFA 08, young and carefree
Now: Age 28, After Messi lifted his world cup.

This song is like a series finale for football's Messi-Ronaldo era.

Spyro ꑭ

Listening to this for the first time in 2008 ...now im 23 years old this song hits different

great_er

same bro

nhlmori80

same!

Nikhil Korra

same age too :)

Post Mortem

lol, sameee

e.mz1

I’m 21 now but I understand guys

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Kyle van Rensburg

First heard this when I was 11. I'm 25 and it's still just as good. FIFA 08.❤️

milez1234

Insanely good. If I could travel back in time I'd write this song above all the other songs in the world. Fuckin' gods.

jkbandrei

2019 and I still love this song!!!

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