Evil
Lex And Joe Lyrics


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People say there's no such thing as voodoo
I don't know why
People say there's no such thing as love
I got a job in S.E. 15

And after tax my wage is 16
July the 17th I'll be 18
I don't think I'll live till 19
People say I'm looking so much older than what I am

People laugh at me when I say why
I'm being watched
By the Evil Eye
I'm being watched

By the Evil Eye
Working for a man who wears a straw hat and never smiles
And an apron striped and splashed with blood
I stack a pig's head on the shelf

The boss comes along and says move yourself
I can't move I'm hypnotized
Staring into a dead pig's eyes
I turn around and all I see is ladies

With shopping bags
Staring at me trying to read my mind
And I'm being watched
By the Evil Eye

And I'm being watched
By the Evil Eye
(walking home-on my own
Standing on the bus stop- crossing the road

I'm being followed-'cause I can feel
Someone's breath on my neck
Someone's toe on my heel...)
Gotta keep on walking

I can't stop now-I've come too far
Wait till I get home and lock the door
I got the candles burning low
I got the Cramps on the stereo

I got the doll now I can start
With a pin right trough the heart
I got dolls with straw hats
I got ladies with shopping bags

They'll be sorry they crossed me tonight
Now they're being watched (they're being watched)
By the Evil Eye
Being watched

By the Evil Eye




Being watched
By the Evil Eye

Overall Meaning

The song "Evil" by the band Lex And Joe is a dark and unsettling story about a young person working a dead-end job in S.E. 15. The lyrics convey a sense of anxiety and paranoia as the singer feels like they are being watched by the "Evil Eye," a symbol of malevolent supernatural forces. The first verse introduces the theme of disbelief as people deny the existence of both voodoo and love. Then, the second verse paints a picture of the singer's mundane life at work, stacking pig heads on a shelf for a boss who wears a straw hat and an apron stained with blood. The boss's commands hypnotize the singer, and they feel like they are staring into the dead pig's eyes. The third verse is a description of the singer's fear and paranoia walking home alone, feeling like someone is following them. The song's final verses suggest that the singer takes matters into their own hands, using candles and a doll to take revenge on those who they feel have wronged them.


The lyrics of "Evil" are both eerie and thought-provoking. They touch on themes of fear, paranoia, and revenge, forcing the listener to reflect on their own experiences with these emotions. The song effectively uses metaphors and imagery to convey the singer's sense of being trapped and watched. The repetition of "Being watched by the Evil Eye" throughout the song creates a sense of escalating tension and fear.


Line by Line Meaning

People say there's no such thing as voodoo
People commonly deny the existence of black magic


I don't know why
It's unclear why people would deny such things


People say there's no such thing as love
Some people even claim that love is nonexistent


I got a job in S.E. 15
I started working in the South East part of London


And after tax my wage is 16
My earnings after deducting taxes come up to 16


July the 17th I'll be 18
I'm going to turn 18 on July 17th


I don't think I'll live till 19
I have a premonition that I won't survive past 19


People say I'm looking so much older than what I am
Some people comment that I appear older than my actual age


People laugh at me when I say why
Others ridicule me when I try to explain why I'm concerned


I'm being watched
I'm under surveillance


By the Evil Eye
Being monitored by negative forces or malicious intent


Working for a man who wears a straw hat and never smiles
My employer, who dons a straw hat and remains expressionless, is a peculiar figure


And an apron striped and splashed with blood
He wears a stained apron with stripes of blood


I stack a pig's head on the shelf
I arrange a swine's head on display


The boss comes along and says move yourself
My boss interrupts and instructs me to continue working


I can't move I'm hypnotized
I feel entranced and unable to act


Staring into a dead pig's eyes
I gaze into the eyes of a deceased swine


I turn around and all I see is ladies
I turn around to find several women watching me


With shopping bags
These women carry shopping bags


Staring at me trying to read my mind
The ladies intensely stare, seemingly attempting to read into my thoughts


And I'm being watched
I am being monitored


By the Evil Eye
By dark forces with negative intentions


(walking home-on my own
I'm walking home alone


Standing on the bus stop- crossing the road
I wait and utilize public transportation to cross the street


I'm being followed-'cause I can feel
I sense that someone is tailing me


Someone's breath on my neck
I detect a person's breath on my neck


Someone's toe on my heel...
I feel a stranger's foot almost touching mine


Gotta keep on walking
I need to continue moving forward


I can't stop now-I've come too far
I can't afford to halt my progress as I've made considerable strides already


Wait till I get home and lock the door
I plan to secure my premises after returning home


I got the candles burning low
I have candles lit, albeit not to their fullest potential


I got the Cramps on the stereo
The Cramps' music is playing on my stereo


I got the doll now I can start
I have a doll at my disposal for use


With a pin right trough the heart
I will puncture the doll's heart area with a pin


I got dolls with straw hats
I possess dolls sporting straw hats


I got ladies with shopping bags
I have figurines of women carrying bags


They'll be sorry they crossed me tonight
Those who antagonized me prior will regret their actions tonight


Now they're being watched (they're being watched)
These individuals are now subject to surveillance


By the Evil Eye
Being monitored by negative forces or malicious intent


Being watched
Being monitored


By the Evil Eye
By dark forces with negative intentions




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Lex Fridman

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2:16 - Eddie Van Halen
9:56 - Leonard Cohen
17:52 - Battle between ego and humility
23:08 - Darkness and beauty
29:50 - Jimi Hendrix
32:38 - Good Will Hunting
36:46 - Revolutionary minds
48:19 - Next Elon Musk should come from MIT
52:44 - Love with save the world
58:00 - Are we headed toward a civil war?
1:09:34 - Joe Rogan
1:23:21 - Our political leaders
1:28:41 - Younger people should have more power
1:39:00 - The Portal
2:03:50 - Money
2:05:56 - Roger Penrose
2:13:36 - Jeffrey Epstein
2:32:14 - We need to get off this planet
2:35:11 - An update on Geometric Unity
2:41:03 - Gratitude



Thanks Again

Thank you for interviewing my favorite ivy league Muppet, he's like a mixture of fuzzy bear, the swedish chef there's a lot of Gore Vidal and maybe more than a little Ted kaczynski.

As a teenage guitar player in the 1970s, aspiring to get laid with it, I had great respect for Eddie Van Halen's caffeinated, aerobic scales. What better song to celebrate the victory the football field. I was on a team that lost just 5 times in four seasons, so I heard a lot of Van Halen. Great music at The keg parties too for that last keg in rally mode, after nearly everybody playing quarters had puked and returned to the table. That's right, we would beat our rivals in football on Saturday morning and then out puke them in quarters on Saturday night with Eddie Van Halen's guitar as a soundtrack. So I don't know about that young boys in a room stuff. This part is unrelatable for me.

They're were all circus clowns that made fun and funny sounds to me. Ted Nugent, Roger Daltrey, Jimmy Page, Robert plant, and Mick Jagger for Christ sake. You want to talk about trans rights? The music was pure Mardi Gras, turned all the way up to 11 like Spinal Tap.

Insane clown posse is telling you something guys.

But there obviously Next level music. Something more to the guitar than "Purple Haze". Actual music. Music I knew I would have a much harder time cracking or hacking than Eddie Van Halen's masturbatory fuges in front of a wall of Marshall amplifiers.

THEE Count Basie used to come to my high school in NY. And Bird. Coltrane, Lester Young, Ben Webster. Monk. The Allman Brothers "appropriating" Bird's notes. I got to shake Dizzy Gillespie's hand outside the Blue Note in college. I stuttered like a little girl with a crush on her older brother's best friend when I told him "I think you're the greatest".

Nevertheless, my guitar heroes were Steve Howe of Yes, and Al Demiola, and great God-- Jaco Pastorius of Weather Report. Chet Atkins, The barking pumpkin himself: Frank Zappa. Shit: Google Scotty Anderson.

Musical music, beyond running the scales, like pre op Bruce Jenner in Spandex and a headband, the biggest winner at the Spin class.

Arpeggios are like Pate or oysters, such a fine line between too much and not enough.

I ate nine dozen oysters in New Orleans after Katrina, just to do my part. It was the free oysters Rockefeller dessert and the last Red stripe that put them all on the sidewalk out front. Heh. Good times. But too much.

Van Halen is like that. So is Rush. And all that metal mess.

I agree that Leonard Cohen wrote the most beautiful song of our time, but insist it sounds utterly terrible when he sang it; yet not as bad as the most popular version by Jeff Buckley, who turned it into a teenage heartthrob anthem for the college guy trying to sound deep and mystical as he poaches 16 year olds at the local high school in his Volkswagen rabbit. It is the most saccharine version of the least saccharin song I've ever heard: but be sure to vote it up on YouTube, "ya'll". Shrek, right?

John Cage singing Hallelujah, with a cello accompanying is how that song was done justice. It's the greatest version of the greatest song of our time.

And only the Muppet unabomber would think of the music theory aspect, and him addressing the audience and not the woman directly. They have been fighting for years, love and the music are gone. She mostly blows smoke in his face and drinks wine now. She told him she doesn't care for music anymore.

He's going for the motions. The 4th the 5th the minor chord the major lift, baffled there's nothing left of what brought them together.

She acts cool because she is cool. The coolest. Probably wears her Ray-Bans indoors.

Of course he's going to tell her about herself-- he bought the fucking Ray-Bans. #AmIright?

So, I don't take the song to be exhibitionism, breaking the fourth wall to mock the audience. It's more like something surreptitiously recorded of a person of interest that we've got no right to be hearing. It almost feels embarrassing, like sitting, uninvited in a room where you don't belong. Maybe in a military basement in Israel listening to a crime family figure beat his children or a senator getting his ass whipped by a dominatrix through a server connection . Scorsese's "Raging Bull" does the same thing. Sam Shepard's plays. A mild, less dysphoric, if not drug addled version of Lou Reed's "Street Hassel". The New Yorkers. So, you know, Cohen really knocked it out of the park for a Canadian.

Perhaps it's fitting that John Cage did the most fantastic operatic version, leaving Lou Reed to rehab and for professor Lori Anderson to figure out.

The battle King is baffled by a woman, Moe. It's it's the most glorious, self-defeating love for and of the woman that he never did and we never will figure out, tied to a chair Sam I Am, his haircut like Hercules, power gone... A very short version of "Tropic of Capricorn" to this death march.

As Donald Fagan put it: "when you know she's no high climber then you find your only friend, in a room with your two-timer and you're sure you're near the end"...

You are young, so why would you know these things, the radio playing Van Halen in heavy rotation when you were 9? To be abducted by chess club, picking on your little brother, mathematics and Big Data in Lex's case. I was older, 14, reading Lester Bangs and Rolling Stone on the toilet.

So it's all just parlor tricks, innit.



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Lex Fridman

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2:16 - Eddie Van Halen
9:56 - Leonard Cohen
17:52 - Battle between ego and humility
23:08 - Darkness and beauty
29:50 - Jimi Hendrix
32:38 - Good Will Hunting
36:46 - Revolutionary minds
48:19 - Next Elon Musk should come from MIT
52:44 - Love with save the world
58:00 - Are we headed toward a civil war?
1:09:34 - Joe Rogan
1:23:21 - Our political leaders
1:28:41 - Younger people should have more power
1:39:00 - The Portal
2:03:50 - Money
2:05:56 - Roger Penrose
2:13:36 - Jeffrey Epstein
2:32:14 - We need to get off this planet
2:35:11 - An update on Geometric Unity
2:41:03 - Gratitude

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I love this guy.

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@BØRGE ODK that's WHAT got me pregnant!

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@Drone Adventures go back to school.

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@BØRGE ODK your also pregnant with his child?

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Trivial QED

The fact Eric acknowledges the need to fill seats of power with competent people but isn't willing to fill one himself speaks to the greater problem: most competent people just dont want to waste their time going through all the bureaucracy, the lies, the corruption that one has to participate in for decades just to get there. They'd rather spend their time reading a book, proving theorems, having interesting conversations with others etc.

willnot beresponding

Only the unexceptional are capable of believing those who gain power over others are dumber and less exceptional than those they are ruling over. Not to mention those in power have full access to the smartest people on earth. Unbelievable but I expect this from Lex's team :)

gakpad the junkrat boy

yeah and they are smart so they know they're going to get themselves killed if they f with the oil money too much

Helga Otto

I think he desperately wants to fill the seat, just wants to hear it from others. Everything he says that he doesn’t want (money, status etc) is actually what he wants.

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