A Song From Under The Floorboards
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I am angry, I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin
My irritability keeps me alive and kicking
I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit
I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it

This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact

I know the highest and the best
I accord them all due respect
But the brightest jewel inside of me
Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity

This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact

Used to make phantoms I could later chase
Images of all that could be desired
Then I got tired of counting all of these blessings
And then I just got tired

This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact

This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall is cracked




My force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "A Song from Under the Floorboards" by Magazine present a complex and layered exploration of the inner turmoil of the singer's psyche. The song begins with a declaration of anger, illness, and physical unattractiveness, suggesting a deep dissatisfaction with the self. However, in the following lines, the singer asserts that their irritability keeps them "alive and kicking," indicating that there is something vital and necessary in their negative emotions.


The next lines continue this theme of contradiction, with the singer claiming to understand the meaning of life but finding no solace in that knowledge. They also proclaim an appreciation for beauty and good things but temper that with a sense of self-awareness about their own shortcomings. The chorus, which repeats throughout the song, emphasizes the idea of being "under" something - under the floorboards, under the wall - suggesting a sense of confinement or even entombment.


In the second verse, the singer describes themselves as an insect, driven by habit rather than intentionality or free will. However, they also proudly embrace this identity, suggesting a kind of liberation in being defined by one's instincts. The bridge of the song reflects on the idea of chasing phantoms and desires, and the eventual exhaustion that comes from that pursuit.


Overall, "A Song from Under the Floorboards" presents a complex portrait of the human psyche, exploring themes of self-awareness, contradiction, and the tension between instinct and intentionality.


Line by Line Meaning

I am angry, I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin
Despite my negative qualities, my irritability keeps me going.


I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit
Even though I understand the purpose of existence, it doesn't change how I feel.


I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it
I am capable of recognizing attractiveness and quality when I come across it.


This is a song from under the floorboards
The origin of my music is less than ideal.


My force of habit, I am an insect
I tend to operate on autopilot and I'm hardly ever content.


I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact
I take pride in my unconventional nature and my flaws.


I know the highest and the best
I'm aware of the most supreme elements of existence.


I accord them all due respect
I grant them the respect they deserve.


But the brightest jewel inside of me
My most prominent quality is my ability to find pleasure in my own foolishness.


Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity
I take pleasure in my own mistakes and shortcomings.


Used to make phantoms I could later chase
I used to create imaginary scenarios that I could pursue afterwards.


Images of all that could be desired
These scenarios contain everything that one might a desire.


Then I got tired of counting all of these blessings
Eventually I grew weary of trying to be content.


And then I just got tired
And ultimately, that fatigue just consumed me.




Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, BMG Rights Management
Written by: BARRY ADAMSON, HOWARD DEVOTO, JOHN E DOYLE, JOHN MC GEOGH, DAVID TOMLINSON

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