My Guernica
Manic Street Preachers Lyrics


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I'm small and I'm tired
I'm blurred to bits and wired
I'm nothing in this universe
Nothing but pieces of dust

Appearing in more repeats
The mirror man has seen defeat
Hide away, be old and grey
Alfred J Pru frock would be proud of me

Keep it together hold it together
Keep it together hold it together

Little someone in my own little Guernica
Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question
Little someone in my own little Guernica
Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker

Going now so happy and so loose
Making bigger holes in my stomach
Losing losing split down the middle
With no end and no beginning

I'm small and I'm tired
I'm blurred to bits and wired
I'm nothing in this universe
Nothing but pieces of dust

Keep it together hold it together
Keep it together hold it together

Little someone in my own little Guernica
Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question
Little someone in my own little Guernica
Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker

Keep it together hold it together
Keep it together hold it together

Little someone in my own little Guernica
Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question
Little someone in my own little Guernica
Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker

Ice-breaker




Ice-breaker
Ice-breaker

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Manic Street Preachers' song "My Guernica" appear to revolve around feelings of exhaustion, isolation, and despair. The lines "I'm small and I'm tired, I'm blurred to bits and wired" suggest someone who is physically and emotionally drained, perhaps due to the pressures of modern life or the weight of personal struggles. These feelings of fragmentation and insignificance are emphasized through the chorus, which repeats the refrain "Keep it together hold it together" like a mantra, as if imploring the singer to maintain some semblance of control over their unraveling world.


The song's title is a reference to Pablo Picasso's famous painting Guernica, which depicts the bombing of a small Basque town during the Spanish Civil War. The image is widely regarded as a powerful symbol of the horror and destruction of war, and the lyrics of "My Guernica" seem to draw a parallel between the individual struggles of the singer and the broader sense of chaos and senselessness embodied by the painting. The line "Little someone in my own little Guernica" suggests that the singer sees themselves as a tiny, insignificant figure caught up in the larger forces of life.


Throughout the song, there is a sense of both resignation and defiance. The singer acknowledges their exhaustion and their sense of being overwhelmed, yet they also refuse to be completely beaten down. The repeated reference to "ice-breakers" suggests a desire to find some way to break through the numbness and disconnection they feel, even if it's only temporary.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm small and I'm tired
I feel small and insignificant, as if I don't matter, and I'm exhausted.


I'm blurred to bits and wired
I'm feeling mentally disoriented and physically tense.


I'm nothing in this universe
I feel like I don't have any significance in the grand scheme of things.


Nothing but pieces of dust
I feel like my existence is meaningless and fleeting.


Appearing in more repeats
Feeling stuck in a cycle of repeating patterns.


The mirror man has seen defeat
I can't bear to see myself in the mirror because I feel like a failure.


Hide away, be old and grey
I'd rather hide and disappear than face reality.


Alfred J Pru frock would be proud of me
I am so insignificant that only fictional characters could be proud of me.


Keep it together hold it together
I'm trying to maintain some sense of control and stability in my life.


Little someone in my own little Guernica
I may be insignificant, but to myself, I am the central figure in my own personal chaos and destruction.


Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question
I am too anxious to sleep properly and therefore never feel rested.


Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker
I'm relying on alcohol to numb the pain.


Going now so happy and so loose
I am engaging in reckless behavior to forget my problems.


Making bigger holes in my stomach
This reckless behavior is taking a physical toll on my body.


Losing losing split down the middle
I am falling apart emotionally and mentally.


With no end and no beginning
I feel trapped in this state of suffering with no way out.


Ice-breaker
This is a repeated reference to my reliance on alcohol as a coping mechanism.




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Written by: BRADFIELD, JONES, MOORE

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Comments from YouTube:

babyelian77

Absolute masterpiece !

Ste C

I'm small and I'm tired
I'm blurred to bits and wired
I'm nothing in this universe
Nothing but pieces of dust

Appearing in more repeats
The mirror man has seen defeat
Hide away, be old and grey
Alfred J Pru frock would be proud of me

Keep it together hold it together
Keep it together hold it together

Little someone in my own little Guernica
Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question
Little someone in my own little Guernica
Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker

Going now so happy and so loose
Making bigger holes in my stomach
Losing losing split down the middle
With no end and no beginning

I'm small and I'm tired
I'm blurred to bits and wired
I'm nothing in this universe
Nothing but pieces of dust

Keep it together hold it together
Keep it together hold it together

Little someone in my own little Guernica
Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question
Little someone in my own little Guernica
Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker

Keep it together hold it together
Keep it together hold it together

Little someone in my own little Guernica
Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question
Little someone in my own little Guernica
Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker

Ice-breaker
Ice-breaker
Ice-breaker

Ste C

Alfred J Pru Frock would be proud of me