Backward
Mac Lethal Lyrics


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You got a beautiful face

Sitting on the roof of the factory high
There's a blood orange moon in the strawberry sky
To come home soon is the wish and wonder
But I'm calmed by the boom of the distant thunder

Relax, there's no television static
Just the howls and never ending traffic
This world is plastic and fake
And I was born a few generations late

Illustrate my face, feel this spunky
I'm strange as hell, but I'm real as fuck
So follow my smell to the hollows and dells
And I'll show you the snakes as they swallow their tails

They're right there running the assembly lines
Where the coal gets shoveled by the carton smokers
They're parasites burrowed in the listeners' minds
Nevermind, scratch that, let me start this over

Man, how far does this pigeon hole travel?
Find the answer in the indigo shadows
Though you can unless you know the chant
Or the eight away labor line soldier ant

I held my mom as she died in my hands
Had to cancel the tour, I hope you guys understand
That the life of a man's gonna crack in the eyes of his fans
When he fails to supply the demand

Now if only I could catch my breath
I got spurs on my boots, I can etch my steps
So I can find my way home when I stretch my depth
But I gotta get a disclaimer off my chest

When I talk about social ills
Or the alcohol fix, or the potent pills
Understand that I wrote it with a soul to fill
I had to sketch myself a new home to build

I was baited and caught by decoys and free will
Wounded inside, I rejoiced in cheap thrills
My life was destroyed and rebuilt
Listen to the dangerous sweet noise and keep still

Introverted, borderline sick, disconcerted
Kinda slick when its quickly worded
Every tick, every twist, every drip's assertive
With the verse every pixel is picture perfect

When it burst, that's how I stitched the fervor
With the scraps and the bits of the sensory murder
And they're the antithesis as I'm ripping with the type of terrificness
It's the benefits of rhyming certificate

Kids are antsy when I'm spitting so the minute on the rhythm
And I'm gettin so inventive that there's really no equivalent
I'll rip a show, a pigeon hole, an invalid
Until they gotta tippy toe to get a dose of lithium

So tell the other kids to smell the blood I spit
Just to let 'em know what the hell they're fucking with (breath)
I've felt pain and I'll feel it again
Take 'em back to the end, start again

I got mental cravings for sinful tastings
And gentle phrasings with pencil shavings
I've felt pain and I'll feel it again
Take 'em back to the end, start again





Away

Overall Meaning

In Mac Lethal's song "Backward," the character in the lyrics is reflecting on his life and the world around him while sitting on the roof of a factory. The first lines of the song speak to the character's appreciation of beauty, specifically of a "blood orange moon" in the sky. Despite this beauty, the character still feels a sense of unease about coming home, though he is calmed by the sound of distant thunder. The character then speaks to the artificiality of the world and his perceived lack of belonging in modern society, feeling as though he would have been better suited to an earlier generation. He describes himself as being "strange as hell, but...real as fuck," suggesting that he values authenticity and individuality over conformity.


The character then reflects on the idea of the "assembly line," both literally as a factory worker and metaphorically as a societal construct that churns out conformity. He likens those who buy into this system as "parasites burrowed in the listeners' minds." However, he admits that the system is difficult to escape, likening it to a "pigeon hole" that is hard to travel far beyond. The character then reveals a personal moment of grief, in which he held his dying mother in his hands, causing him to cancel a tour. This moment highlights the fragility of life and the importance of relationships over material success.


Line by Line Meaning

You got a beautiful face
Addressing someone directly to compliment their appearance


Sitting on the roof of the factory high
Describing a specific setting - a factory rooftop


There's a blood orange moon in the strawberry sky
Depicting a surreal and colorful sky


To come home soon is the wish and wonder
Expressing a desire to return home


But I'm calmed by the boom of the distant thunder
Finding peace in the sounds of nature


Relax, there's no television static
Encouraging relaxation and disconnecting from media


Just the howls and never ending traffic
Describing the sounds of the environment


This world is plastic and fake
Commenting on the artificial nature of modern society


And I was born a few generations late
Feeling out of sync with modern times


Illustrate my face, feel this spunky
Asking for attention and describing a unique personality


I'm strange as hell, but I'm real as fuck
Embracing individuality and authenticity


So follow my smell to the hollows and dells
Inviting others to explore and discover


And I'll show you the snakes as they swallow their tails
Pointing out hypocrisy or self-destruction


They're right there running the assembly lines
Identifying the unseen forces behind society


Where the coal gets shoveled by the carton smokers
Painting a specific scene of labor and industry


They're parasites burrowed in the listeners' minds
Implying that society's influencers are manipulative


Nevermind, scratch that, let me start this over
Interrupting his train of thought to begin again


Man, how far does this pigeon hole travel?
Wondering how limiting labels and expectations affect us


Find the answer in the indigo shadows
Suggesting that answers can be found in introspection and mystery


Though you can unless you know the chant
Implying that the answers are not easily accessible


Or the eight away labor line soldier ant
Adding a nonsensical reference to reinforce the idea that finding answers is difficult


I held my mom as she died in my hands
Describing a personal and emotional experience


Had to cancel the tour, I hope you guys understand
Explaining a break from work due to a personal tragedy


That the life of a man's gonna crack in the eyes of his fans
Acknowledging the pressure of public attention


When he fails to supply the demand
Explaining the consequences of not meeting expectations


Now if only I could catch my breath
Expressing exhaustion or overwhelm


I got spurs on my boots, I can etch my steps
Describing a personal trait or style


So I can find my way home when I stretch my depth
Describing the journey of finding oneself


But I gotta get a disclaimer off my chest
Announcing the need to clarify something


When I talk about social ills
Introducing the topic of societal problems


Or the alcohol fix, or the potent pills
Listing specific issues to address


Understand that I wrote it with a soul to fill
Explaining the motivation behind the writing


I had to sketch myself a new home to build
Describing the process of self-discovery and healing


I was baited and caught by decoys and free will
Describing the trap of temptation and choice


Wounded inside, I rejoiced in cheap thrills
Acknowledging past mistakes or unhealthy choices


My life was destroyed and rebuilt
Describing the experience of overcoming struggle and adversity


Listen to the dangerous sweet noise and keep still
Offering advice to navigate life's challenges


Introverted, borderline sick, disconcerted
Describing a certain type of personality


Kinda slick when its quickly worded
Emphasizing a skill or talent


Every tick, every twist, every drip's assertive
Describing the confident and intentional nature of his art


With the verse every pixel is picture perfect
Expressing a high standard of performance


When it burst, that's how I stitched the fervor
Describing the intensity and passion of his work


With the scraps and the bits of the sensory murder
Describing the creative process of piecing together ideas


And they're the antithesis as I'm ripping with the type of terrificness
Comparing his work to the opposite of what is typical


It's the benefits of rhyming certificate
Making a reference to the value of his skills


Kids are antsy when I'm spitting so the minute on the rhythm
Describing the energy and impact of his performance


And I'm gettin so inventive that there's really no equivalent
Describing the originality and creativity of his work


I'll rip a show, a pigeon hole, an invalid
Asserting his ability to dominate any space or genre


Until they gotta tippy toe to get a dose of lithium
Describing the effect of his powerful presence on others


So tell the other kids to smell the blood I spit
Challenging others to face his intensity and confront hard truths


Just to let 'em know what the hell they're fucking with (breath)
Asserting his power and daring others to cross him


I've felt pain and I'll feel it again
Acknowledging the inevitability of suffering in life


Take 'em back to the end, start again
Suggesting that the cycle of life and death repeats endlessly


I got mental cravings for sinful tastings
Acknowledging personal faults and temptations


And gentle phrasings with pencil shavings
Describing a subtle and artistic approach to communication


I've felt pain and I'll feel it again
Repeating the previous line for emphasis


Take 'em back to the end, start again
Repeating the previous line again for emphasis


Away
A final statement, maybe suggesting an end to the thought or the song




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Les Lazar

[Talking:]
My name is David McCleary Sheldon
I was born and raised in Kansas City, Missouri

Started right here I don't want it to be over
Say it right here I don't want it to be over
[Repeats in background]

You got a beautiful face

Sittin' on the roof of the factory high
There's a blood orange moon in the strawberry sky
To come home soon is the wishing wonder
But I'm calm by the boom of the distant thunder
Relax, there's no television static
Just the howl's and never ending traffic
This world is plastic and fake
And I was born a few generations late
Illustrate my face feel this spunky
Yeah I'm strange as hell but I'm real as fuck
So follow my smell to the hollows and dells
And I'll show you the snake's as they swallow their tails
They're right there running the assembly lines
Where the coal gets shoveled by the carton smokers
They're parasites burrowed in the listeners minds
Nevermind, scratch that, let me start this over
Man, how far does this pigeon hole travel
Find the answer in the indigo shadows
Though you can unless you know the chant
Or the eight away labor line soldier ant
I held my mom as she died in my hands
Had to cancel the tour
I hope you guys understand
That the life of a man's gonna crack
In the eyes of his fans
When he fails to supply the demand
Now if only I could catch my breath
I got spurs on my boots, I can etch my steps
So I can find my way home when I stretch my depth
But I gotta get a disclaimer off my chest
When I talk about social ills
Or the alcohol fix or the potent pills
Understand that I wrote it with a soul to fill
I had to sketch myself a new home to build
I was baited and caught by decoys and free will
Wounded inside I rejoiced in cheap thrills
My life was destroyed and rebuild
Listen to the dangerous sweet noise and keep still
Introverted borderline sick disconcerted
Kinda slick when it's quickly worded
Every tick every twist every drips assertive
With the verse every pixel is picture perfect
When at first! that's how I stitched the ferber
With the scraps and the bits of the century murder
And then the intenceses I'm ripple with the type of terrificness
The benefits of rhyming certificates kids are intimate
I'm spitting so the minute on the rhythm and I'm gettin so inventive
That there's really no equivalent
I'll rip a show, a pigeon hole, and invalent
Until they gotta tippy toe to get a dose of lithium
So tell the other kids to smell the blood I spit
Just to let them know what they hell they fuckin' with
I've felt pain and I'll feel it again
Take 'em back to the end start again
I got mental cravings for sinfull tastings
And gentle phrasings with pencil shavings
I felt pain and I'll feel it again
Take 'em back to the end start again
Away

Start it right here I don't want it to be over
Say it right here I don't want it to be over
[Repeats in background]

You got, you got a, you got a beautiful face
[Repeats until song finishes]



All comments from YouTube:

Jerry Pahl

One of my favorite songs, Mac is forever a legend

Les Lazar

[Talking:]
My name is David McCleary Sheldon
I was born and raised in Kansas City, Missouri

Started right here I don't want it to be over
Say it right here I don't want it to be over
[Repeats in background]

You got a beautiful face

Sittin' on the roof of the factory high
There's a blood orange moon in the strawberry sky
To come home soon is the wishing wonder
But I'm calm by the boom of the distant thunder
Relax, there's no television static
Just the howl's and never ending traffic
This world is plastic and fake
And I was born a few generations late
Illustrate my face feel this spunky
Yeah I'm strange as hell but I'm real as fuck
So follow my smell to the hollows and dells
And I'll show you the snake's as they swallow their tails
They're right there running the assembly lines
Where the coal gets shoveled by the carton smokers
They're parasites burrowed in the listeners minds
Nevermind, scratch that, let me start this over
Man, how far does this pigeon hole travel
Find the answer in the indigo shadows
Though you can unless you know the chant
Or the eight away labor line soldier ant
I held my mom as she died in my hands
Had to cancel the tour
I hope you guys understand
That the life of a man's gonna crack
In the eyes of his fans
When he fails to supply the demand
Now if only I could catch my breath
I got spurs on my boots, I can etch my steps
So I can find my way home when I stretch my depth
But I gotta get a disclaimer off my chest
When I talk about social ills
Or the alcohol fix or the potent pills
Understand that I wrote it with a soul to fill
I had to sketch myself a new home to build
I was baited and caught by decoys and free will
Wounded inside I rejoiced in cheap thrills
My life was destroyed and rebuild
Listen to the dangerous sweet noise and keep still
Introverted borderline sick disconcerted
Kinda slick when it's quickly worded
Every tick every twist every drips assertive
With the verse every pixel is picture perfect
When at first! that's how I stitched the ferber
With the scraps and the bits of the century murder
And then the intenceses I'm ripple with the type of terrificness
The benefits of rhyming certificates kids are intimate
I'm spitting so the minute on the rhythm and I'm gettin so inventive
That there's really no equivalent
I'll rip a show, a pigeon hole, and invalent
Until they gotta tippy toe to get a dose of lithium
So tell the other kids to smell the blood I spit
Just to let them know what they hell they fuckin' with
I've felt pain and I'll feel it again
Take 'em back to the end start again
I got mental cravings for sinfull tastings
And gentle phrasings with pencil shavings
I felt pain and I'll feel it again
Take 'em back to the end start again
Away

Start it right here I don't want it to be over
Say it right here I don't want it to be over
[Repeats in background]

You got, you got a, you got a beautiful face
[Repeats until song finishes]

MrBlah

He is very talented! Thank you for posting for others!

ironstorm7

This is one of the sickest tracks I have ever heard. Mac killed this one. This has content, flow, delivery, metaphors and is poetic. I think the mix of solid bars and then the crushing flow near the end is definitely your style.

Eye One

I thought Mac Lethal pretty good before, but this is a new level of skill from him. I really like it.

Eye One

@***** Oh, really? He just recently started popping up on my Pandora, and this wasn't anywhere near the first song I heard, but it's prolly the best. I failed to see when the song was made, but what I said still is true. This song specifically is better then the stuff from him I've heard before it. This and Lithium Lips are my 2 favorite songs of his. Maybe the alphabet song, but it's a lil gimmicky, I think.

R0$H

Pretty it was one of the 1st songs by him I heard too. Still one of my favorites.

Schuyler Hecht

@***** yup...this is what turned me onto mac..that new like roller coaster is garbage 

R0$H

This is actually pretty old man from 2007 I think.

Dekota Thacker

Thanks for making this on youtube cuz I've been wanting to listen to it for a minute. Love this song

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