The Outsider
Laing Hunter Ronson Pappalardi Lyrics
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Breath is my witness and roads are my life
Just give my future's clean as a knife
Far on the way from L.A.
The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair
Looking for water and there's sweat everywhere
Know that I'm nearer I smell damp air
When the leaves are down I'll be southward bound
Hunters hunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
Just killed a man in a town called Nightfall
Damned if I can't remember it all
My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall
I paid for the funeral crew
And it seems like I never reach Mexico
They're heading me off every place that I go
I'm sick of the fact that I've got to lay low
What else can an outsider do
I know they're near to me, I don't have to see
Just let me be the outsider
They ain't far behind, they're always on my mind
They won't find the outsider
The outsider
When the leaves are down I'll be southward bound
Hunter's haunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
The outsider. The outsider.
The lyrics of Laing Hunter Ronson Pappalardi's song, The Outsider, tell the story of a man who is on the run from the law after committing a murder in a town called Nightfall. He describes himself as an outsider, someone who doesn't belong anywhere, and has no one to turn to. Death, guns, and roads are everything he knows, and his future is uncertain. He is headed to Mexico but is being chased down by the police. The man is weary and sick of hiding, but he knows that there is no other way.
The song creates a sense of loneliness and despair, as the singer tries to escape his past and find a place to call home. He is constantly on the move, looking for a safe place to hide, but he knows that he can't outrun his past. The lyrics reflect the man's struggle to come to terms with his actions and find redemption. The imagery of the sun, sand, and sweat creates a sense of heat and tension, adding to the weight of the story.
Line by Line Meaning
Death be my mistress, guns be my wife
I am constantly flirting with death and heavily relying on guns in my life
Breath is my witness and roads are my life
I can only rely on my own breath to survive and the roads have become my livelihood
Just give my future's clean as a knife
All I want is a clear future, free from trouble and complications, like a clean knife
Far on the way from L.A.
I am far away from the bustling city of L.A., likely seeking solitude and freedom
The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair
The sun is fiercely hot, and the sand gets stuck in my hair as I travel
Looking for water and there's sweat everywhere
I am desperately seeking water, and my sweat is everywhere because of the heat
Know that I'm nearer, I smell damp air
I am getting closer to water because I can smell the moisture in the air
I ain't tasted coffee for days
I haven't been able to enjoy the simple pleasure of coffee in days
When the leaves are down I'll be southward bound, hunters hunt the outsider.
When winter comes and the leaves fall, I will head south, but hunters will be after me like they always are
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old, nothing holds the outsider
Even when the world changes around me, I remain as an outsider and nothing can hold me down
Just killed a man in a town called Nightfall
I have recently killed someone in a place called Nightfall
Damned if I can't remember it all
I cannot remember all the details of the incident
My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall
My hand was shaking because I was afraid, but the man I killed was arrogant and overconfident
I paid for the funeral crew
I took responsibility for the man's death and paid for the funeral expenses
And it seems like I never reach Mexico
I am trying to reach Mexico, but it seems like an impossible task because I am constantly being pursued
They're heading me off every place that I go
They are always blocking my path no matter where I try to go
I'm sick of the fact that I've got to lay low
I am tired of being forced to hide and be cautious all the time
What else can an outsider do
As an outsider, I have limited options and am forced to live on the fringes of society
I know they're near to me, I don't have to see
I can sense that my pursuers are always close by without even having to see them
Just let me be the outsider
I am accepting my status as an outsider and asking to be left alone
They ain't far behind, they're always on my mind
My pursuers are never far behind and I am always thinking about them
They won't find the outsider
Despite their best efforts, my pursuers will never be able to catch me
The outsider
I remain an outsider, always on the move, and free
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: IAN HUNTER
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