Ex-Pats Of The Blue Mountain Symphony Orchestra
Matthew Good Lyrics


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Saturdays
Saturdays I'm reminded of
Bombs away
Over our house when it could have been, should have been, doves
A mind to waste
Out on the street ya they'll sign you up
Get a taste
Beat you down when it could have been, should have been, love
Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain symphony orchestra
If heaven's above me
Then those starry skies they know me
And if it can't get the blood off out hands
Then you and I we'll get it off ourselves
So another day
Pissed away down the bar
Ain't it a shame




Turned your head off when it could have been, should have been, on
Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain symphony orchestra

Overall Meaning

The opening line of the song “Saturdays I'm reminded of bombs away over our house when it could have been, should have been doves” is a clear reference to war, and the conflict that it brings. The line reveals that the singer is someone who has experienced war, reminding him of the bombs that fell on his home on Saturdays, when the days were supposed to be peaceful. The use of “could have been, should have been” emphasises the futility of war and the senselessness of violence. This war has had a profound impact on the singer, causing his mind to "waste" and leading him to turn to alcohol and other vices to cope.


The song mentions the "Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain symphony orchestra." This refers to a group of musicians who once belonged to a prestigious orchestra, but who have now become exiles, unable to perform in their homeland. The use of the term "Ex-pats" is a reference not just to the musicians, but also to the singer and those who have been forced out of their homes due to war. The fact that they were once part of a symphony orchestra highlights their once-elevated status, but now they are left with nothing. The prominence of music throughout the song, including the reference to the orchestra, suggests that it is a solace for those who have suffered trauma in war.


Line by Line Meaning

Saturdays
The first day of the weekend


Saturdays I'm reminded of
On Saturdays I remember


Bombs away
The bombs were dropped


Over our house when it could have been, should have been, doves
The bombs could have been peaceful, but they weren't


A mind to waste
A mentality of disregarding values


Out on the street ya they'll sign you up
On the streets, they will recruit you to their cause


Get a taste
Try it out for yourself


Beat you down when it could have been, should have been, love
They could have accepted you with love, but instead they crush you


Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain symphony orchestra
People who used to belong to the Blue Mountain symphony orchestra and now live outside of the country


If heaven's above me
Assuming heaven exists


Then those starry skies they know me
The sky knows who I am


And if it can't get the blood off out hands
If we can't wash away our guilt


Then you and I we'll get it off ourselves
Then we'll take care of it ourselves


So another day
Another ordinary day


Pissed away down the bar
Wasted in a bar


Ain't it a shame
Isn't it regrettable?


Turned your head off when it could have been, should have been, on
You ignored what was important, you should have paid attention


Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain symphony orchestra
People who used to belong to the Blue Mountain symphony orchestra and now live outside of the country




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