Salt
Little Comets Lyrics


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Pick up on my nuanced groans
Rip apart my soiled interior walls
Given I'm a sack of bones
Maybe you should have excoriated home?

The system that I need to cope
Shatters me with every idiom
Suffering a cope to hope
Silent at the time I needed it the most

Let them bleed me
Feed me salt
Under the table

Miss a bit
Miss a bit out
Miss a bit
Miss a bit out

Keep me as a prescient ghost
Watching over the familial
Speak of me in loud, clear tones
I'm the boy who was invisible to all

And if grief can't reach you
Then lamentable it is to your home
What if grief can't teach you?




Then I'm powerless to leave you alone
From these walls

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Little Comets' song Salt are complex and open to interpretation. At the heart of the song is the idea of emotional pain, and how it can be both inflicted upon us and self-inflicted. The opening lines, "Pick up on my nuanced groans, Rip apart my soiled interior walls" suggest that the singer is in distress and needs someone to understand and help them. But the following line, "Given I'm a sack of bones, Maybe you should have excoriated home?" suggests that they feel unworthy of help or maybe that they have been rejected in the past. The juxtaposition of vulnerability and self-deprecation is powerful and adds to the emotional weight of the song.


The second verse appears to focus on coping mechanisms and how they can be harmful. "The system that I need to cope, Shatters me with every idiom" suggests that the singer is using a system of coping that is not working, and indeed is causing further harm. The line "Suffering a cope to hope, Silent at the time I needed it the most" implies that what the singer needs most is empathy and support, but they are not receiving it.


The chorus, "Let them bleed me, Feed me salt, Under the table, Miss a bit, Miss a bit out" has a haunting quality to it. It could be interpreted as a plea for pain, as the words "bleed me" and "feed me salt" suggest a desire for punishment. The lines "Under the table, Miss a bit, Miss a bit out" could refer to ignorance or denial, and the pain that comes from being unseen or unheard.


In the final verse, the singer appears to be talking about their legacy or how they will be remembered. "Keep me as a prescient ghost, Watching over the familial, Speak of me in loud, clear tones, I'm the boy who was invisible to all" suggests that they have accepted their own invisibility and are asking to be remembered in a different way. The final lines, "And if grief can't reach you, Then lamentable it is to your home, What if grief can't teach you? Then I'm powerless to leave you alone, From these walls" hint at a sense of separation or distance between the singer and those they are addressing. It's a powerful and haunting way to end the song.


Line by Line Meaning

Pick up on my nuanced groans
Understand my subtle expressions of pain


Rip apart my soiled interior walls
Expose and reveal my internal struggles, which are stained with various issues and challenges


Given I'm a sack of bones
Considering I am nothing but a fragile being, made of fragile bones


Maybe you should have excoriated home?
Perhaps you should have criticized me from the start and forced me to stay at home, rather than exposing my weaknesses to the world


The system that I need to cope
The mechanisms I use to deal with life


Shatters me with every idiom
Breaks me apart with every phrase or expression used to convey a message


Suffering a cope to hope
Struggling with the process of trying to turn coping mechanisms into a source of hope


Silent at the time I needed it the most
Not receiving support or comfort when it was most needed


Let them bleed me
Allow others to drain me of my energy and positivity


Feed me salt
Allow others to add to my wounds and worsen my pain


Under the table
In secret, away from the scrutiny of others


Miss a bit
Leave something out or forget to mention something important


Miss a bit out
Leave out something important that needs to be said


Keep me as a prescient ghost
Remember me as someone who was always able to see things clearly and accurately


Watching over the familial
Looking out for and caring about my family


Speak of me in loud, clear tones
Remember me in a strong and clear way


I'm the boy who was invisible to all
I was a person who went unnoticed and unrecognized


And if grief can't reach you
If you are immune to sadness and loss


Then lamentable it is to your home
Then this is unfortunate for your family


What if grief can't teach you?
What if sadness and pain are not able to instruct you or help you grow?


Then I'm powerless to leave you alone
Then I am unable to help you and must watch you suffer alone


From these walls
From within this space, this context, this environment.




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Fishka O

He was given salt to eat 😪😪😪
Died in a massive pain, freezing cold room... hungry.. unloved..
Fly high Angel..

Na zawsze w naszej pamięci..❤️

SXI96

R.I.P Daniel Pelka, what a horrendous story, incredibly heartbreaking, the system completely failed him

Laura Renard

I love how Little Comets can deal of a difficult subject and  the song is still something you can listen on a daily basis (for the foreigner that I am..) and even find a catchy, joyful part I'd say. I'm so glad to know this band! 

kahila

Teledysk łamie serce na kawałki...

zencitll0

This is just perfect... I cry because of how much the song reminds me of the story of Daniel Pelka.... This song is breathtaking 😭😍

Stephanie K

why isn't this band famous yet??? i love them so much

Chev Chelios

Exacto!

Jevina Zhou

The connection to Daniel Pelka and the lyrics of this is just astonishing, love this song :)

Maggie Sands

Wasn't aware of this song until today, very moving. My heart breaks for this poor child. Daniel if I'd known of you and your suffering, I'd have welcomed you into my family with open arms, love and support. I'll keep visiting your memorial to give you a real mothers love xx fly high darling xx they can't hurt you anymore baby.

Manuel Rodriguez

+M Abbey Glad to read such meaningful message. In Venezuela we had a case similar to this. I invite you to read "El grito ignorado"... heartbraking history. Greets.

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