Fucker
Laura Sauvage Lyrics
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in the arms of a man
who will take care of me
who will do what he can
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
On the streets
I see them looking at me
They see me looking at you
The creeps have crept out of their caves
with their new hairdos
Nightmare machine
is making me blind
In all this fog I am tired
In all this fog you will find
I left it all on the line
I left it all on the line
Lineup by the wall
One through six look the same
Fucker stole my phone
Fucker knows my name
Furious I am waiting to confront him to shame
But I don’t know what he looks like
Everyone looks the same
Black pants, black jacket
Patdown money racket
Standing closer to me
Standing closer to me
But I don’t know what he looks like
Everyone looks the same
Everyone looks the same
Everyone looks the same
I don’t know what he looks like
Everyone looks the same
The song "Fucker" by Laura Sauvage explores themes of vulnerability, lost identity, and frustration in the chaotic and crowded city of New York. The lyrics depict the singer seeking solace and security in the arms of a man who promises to take care of her. However, the repetition of the phrase "On the streets of New York" implies that despite this desire for protection, the harsh reality and anonymity of the city make it difficult to find genuine connection.
The singer feels the eyes of others on her as she looks at the man she hopes will bring her comfort. The mention of "creeps" with "new hairdos" suggests a sense of unease and discomfort, highlighting the predatory nature of some people in the city. The line "nightmare machine is making me blind" portrays the overwhelming and suffocating feeling of being lost in the fog of the city, both physically and emotionally exhausted.
As the song progresses, the singer's frustration grows after her phone is stolen, and she is left feeling violated and exposed. The repetition of the line "I don’t know what he looks like, everyone looks the same" reflects the feeling of being lost and unable to identify the culprit in a sea of unknown faces. The song captures the sense of powerlessness and the erosion of personal identity in a crowded and impersonal urban environment.
Overall, "Fucker" delves into the complexities of navigating relationships and personal safety in a metropolis like New York, where anonymity and the struggle to maintain a sense of self can be overwhelming.
Line by Line Meaning
Hand in hand in hand
Walking together, united and connected
in the arms of a man
Being embraced and protected by a male companion
who will take care of me
Finding someone who will provide support and look after one's well-being
who will do what he can
Expecting the person to make efforts and do their best
On the streets of New York
In the bustling city of New York
I see them looking at me
Observing the attention and gazes from others
They see me looking at you
Aware of the reciprocal attraction
The creeps have crept out of their caves with their new hairdos
Undesirable individuals emerging with a fresh appearance
Nightmare machine is making me blind
Feeling overwhelmed and disoriented in a chaotic environment
In all this fog I am tired
Exhausted amidst the confusion and uncertainty
In all this fog you will find
Within the disarray, one may discover something meaningful
I left it all on the line
Taking risks and putting everything at stake
Lineup by the wall
People forming a queue next to the wall
One through six look the same
Individuals appear indistinguishable within a group
Fucker stole my phone
An individual with ill intentions took the phone
Fucker knows my name
The person is familiar with personal details, including the name
Furious I am waiting to confront him to shame
Feeling angry and eagerly anticipating a confrontation to expose and humiliate the thief
But I don’t know what he looks like
Unable to identify the thief's appearance
Everyone looks the same
All individuals present seem identical
Black pants, black jacket
Describing the thief's attire as black pants and jacket
Patdown money racket
The thief engages in a scheme of illegally obtaining money through physical searches
Standing closer to me
The thief positioning themselves in proximity
I don’t know what he looks like
Still uncertain about the thief's appearance
Everyone looks the same
All individuals still appear indistinguishable
Everyone looks the same
Continuing the sentiment that everyone seems identical
I don’t know what he looks like
Remains unaware of the thief's physical characteristics
Everyone looks the same
Persisting in the notion that all individuals present are indistinguishable
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Written by: Laura Sauvage
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