In Medias Res
Los Campesinos! Lyrics


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But let's talk about you for a minute
With the vomit at yr gullet
From a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic
On the back seat in yr car, because it wasn't safe to start it
You were "far too fucked to drive", were the words that you imparted
And the woolen dress that clung so tight to the contours of your body
And the dead grass stuck to fibers from us rolling in the lay-by
Were passed to dog-haired blankets
That protected the bench seat covers
And a crucifix was hung from rear view mirror by yr mother

I'm leaving my body to science, not medical but physics
Drag my corpse through the airport and lay me limp on the left wing
Drop me at the highest point and trace a line around the dent I leave in the ground
That'll be the initial of the one you'll marry now I'm not around
I flew for seven hours, the sky didn't once go black

I wake from sleep, my head and shoulder, wet against the window
A frost had formed and melted, soaked me right through to my collarbone
If you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45
But with a lover at yr side, after a full and happy life




Is this something that would interest you?
Would this interest you at all?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Los Campesinos!'s song In Medias Res are full of vivid imagery and allusions that paint a picture of a night of drunken recklessness and a contemplation of death. The first verse describes the aftermath of a night of hard drinking and partying, with the singer and their companion stranded in a car with a stolen half bottle of vodka. The singer describes their companion in detail, with particular attention paid to their woolen dress that clings tightly to their body and the dead grass stuck to it from rolling in a nearby lay-by. The scene is set with the dog-haired blankets that protect the bench seat covers and a crucifix hung on the rearview mirror by the companion's mother.


The second verse takes a more morbid turn, with the singer contemplating their own death and what comes after. They express the desire to leave their body to science, specifically physics, and to be dragged through an airport before being dropped from the highest point possible. They suggest that the dent they leave in the ground should be the initial of the person their lover will marry after they are gone. The final line of the verse adds to the contemplation of death with a description of a seven-hour flight where the sky never went black.


The final lines of the song pose a question to the listener about whether they would be interested in dying painlessly at age 45 with a lover by their side after a full and happy life. The song is a snapshot of a moment in time, full of vivid imagery and existential contemplation.


Line by Line Meaning

But let's talk about you for a minute
Let's shift the focus to you and discuss your current state


With the vomit at yr gullet
Your vomit is still present in your throat


From a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic
We took half a bottle of vodka that was meant for display


On the back seat in yr car, because it wasn't safe to start it
We left the vodka on the back seat of your car because it wasn't safe for you to drive


You were 'far too fucked to drive', were the words that you imparted
You explained that you were too impaired to operate a vehicle


And the woolen dress that clung so tight to the contours of your body
Your tight-fitted woolen dress accentuated your curves


And the dead grass stuck to fibers from us rolling in the lay-by
We have grass stuck to our clothing from rolling in the roadside grass


Were passed to dog-haired blankets
We used blankets that had dog hair on them


That protected the bench seat covers
The blankets covered the seats in order to protect them


And a crucifix was hung from rear view mirror by yr mother
Your mother hung a crucifix from the rearview mirror of the car


I'm leaving my body to science, not medical but physics
I plan to donate my body to physics research, not medical purposes


Drag my corpse through the airport and lay me limp on the left wing
Transport my body through the airport and place me in a relaxed position on the left wing


Drop me at the highest point and trace a line around the dent I leave in the ground
Leave my body at the top point and mark the outline of the impression my body makes


That'll be the initial of the one you'll marry now I'm not around
The marking will be the first letter of the name of the person you will marry after my death


I flew for seven hours, the sky didn't once go black
I was on a flight for seven hours and there was no point where the sky went dark


I wake from sleep, my head and shoulder, wet against the window
Upon waking, I realize my head and shoulder are wet from touching the window


A frost had formed and melted, soaked me right through to my collarbone
There was frost on the window which melted and drenched me all the way to my collarbone


If you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45
Suppose you had the choice to pass away at age 45 without pain and in a state of calm


But with a lover at yr side, after a full and happy life
With the presence of a partner and having lived a fulfilling and happy life


Is this something that would interest you?
Would you choose this option for yourself?


Would this interest you at all?
Does this proposition appeal to you in any way?




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: GARETH DAVID PAISEY, THOMAS EDWARD BROMLEY

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