For The Crown
Link 80 Lyrics


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kissed inhibition goodbye. she blankly stared, understandably scared. in some cellar of celibacy she yielded to me. framed my poetry. but the well's drying up now. crapshoot for the crown. blood, a dry sponge morale. not one red page. dreams plead rage. she blew the conch of my consciousness. my futile distress call. up in the downfall. but the well's drying out now. crapshoot for the crown.




Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "For The Crown" by Link 80 seem to be about a relationship that started off well, but is now failing. The singer recalls a time when they were able to freely express themselves without inhibition and their partner was receptive, framing their poetry. However, as time passes, their creativity and energy seem to have dried up, leaving them feeling uncertain and stuck. The metaphor of a well drying up is repeated throughout the song, suggesting a depletion of resources, whether that be emotional or creative.


The line "crapshoot for the crown" seems to suggest that the singer is playing a risky game - perhaps pursuing their creative dreams at the expense of their relationship, or struggling to maintain both simultaneously. The reference to blood and rage suggests that they are passionate about their creative pursuits, and that this passion may be causing friction in their relationship.


The final lines of the song suggest that the singer feels trapped by their circumstances, unable to escape their "downfall". The conch metaphor implies that they are calling out for help, but their distress signals are futile. Overall, "For The Crown" seems to be about the difficulty of balancing personal ambition and romantic relationships, and the toll that pursuing one's dreams can take on oneself and others.


Line by Line Meaning

kissed inhibition goodbye.
She let go of her limitations and allowed her true self to emerge.


she blankly stared, understandably scared.
She looked at me without expression, because she was understandably afraid for what might happen next.


in some cellar of celibacy she yielded to me.
In a dark place where nothing grows, she surrendered to me.


framed my poetry.
She appreciated and admired the words I wrote.


but the well's drying up now.
The source of inspiration that we once had is running out.


crapshoot for the crown.
It is uncertain whether we will succeed or fail in our quest for greatness.


blood, a dry sponge morale.
We are becoming depleted and unmotivated, with nothing left to give.


not one red page.
We have not achieved anything notable or noteworthy.


dreams plead rage.
Our desire for success and achievement is becoming desperate and angry.


she blew the conch of my consciousness.
She awakened me to a new level of awareness and inspiration.


my futile distress call.
The cry for help that I send out seems to fall upon deaf ears.


up in the downfall.
Although we are failing, we remain resolute and determined to succeed.


but the well's drying out now.
Our source of inspiration is dwindling and we are running out of ideas.


crapshoot for the crown.
Our chances of succeeding are uncertain and we are taking a risk.




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Comments from YouTube:

jcx420

How the hell dose this only have 5,000 views? It's hands down one of the best fan made music videos on youtube.

Oliver Crawhurst

That was so good. Thank you. It's left me breathless.

Tim Bohrer

Such a good song! Thank you very much for posting it @hargcore

hargcore

Cheers, its a great track!

Andreas

scars are for ever and ska is for ever!!! R.I.P NIck

Tryla-G Ü

Link 80 + District 13 = WIN . Good job, I like

skaonline

che spettacolo...

hargcore

cheers!

hargcore

@jcx420 thanks mate.

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