FCK! It's Spring
Max.Well Lyrics
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I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever
But I know it isn't spring
I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have Spring fever
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a girl I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
It might as well be spring
In Max.Well's song FCK! It's Spring, the lyrics describe a feeling of restlessness and ennui, which the singer attributes to spring fever. However, despite the signs of spring such as crocuses and robin birds, the singer feels discontented and dislocated. He longs to be in a new place, hearing new words and meeting new people. The restlessness he feels is compared to a willow tree in a windstorm and a puppet on strings, emphasizing his lack of agency and control.
The imagery of the nightingale without a song to sing is particularly resonant, as it suggests a longing for purpose and expression. Similarly, the description of the singer as a spider spinning daydreams and a baby on a swing conjures up a sense of playfulness and imagination, which is balanced against the melancholy tone.
Despite the apparent contradiction between the singer's feelings and the calendar, the chorus insists that it might as well be spring. This could be interpreted as a commentary on the fickleness of time and the capriciousness of moods. Alternatively, it could suggest that the singer is projecting his own feelings onto the season, and that there is a subjective quality to his experience of spring that is not necessarily tied to objective reality.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I feel restless and anxious, like a willow tree swaying in the wind.
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I am nervous and on edge, like a puppet being controlled by strings.
I'd say that I had spring fever
I feel antsy and restless, much like the feeling one gets during springtime.
But I know it isn't spring
Despite the way I am feeling, I am aware that springtime has not yet arrived.
I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
I feel dreamy and distracted, but also somewhat unhappy and unsatisfied.
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Much like a bird without a tune to sing, I feel lost and aimless.
Oh, why should I have Spring fever
I am perplexed as to why I am feeling the restlessness and anxiousness that are often associated with springtime.
When it isn't even spring?
I am confused as to why I would be feeling this way when it is not yet springtime.
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
I constantly daydream about being in a different place than where I currently am.
Walking down a strange new street
In my daydreams, I often imagine walking down unfamiliar streets in new and exciting places.
Hearing words that I have never heard
As I daydream about being in new places, I also imagine hearing new and interesting things that I have never experienced before.
From a girl I've yet to meet
In my daydreams, I often imagine meeting new and intriguing people, particularly women.
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
In my mind, I am constantly creating new and imaginative scenarios, much like a spider weaving intricate webs.
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
My constant daydreaming leaves me feeling giddy and lightheaded, much like a child on a swing set.
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing
Despite the spring-like restlessness I am feeling, I have not actually seen any of the typical signs of spring, such as flowers or birds.
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
Despite feeling restless and a bit down, there still exists a hint of joy and excitement, albeit a somewhat bittersweet joy.
That it might as well be spring
The way I am feeling is so reminiscent of spring fever, that it may as well be springtime already.
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN 2ND, RICHARD RODGERS
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@carlthenpc96
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Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad
Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me
Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad
This is your fault
And I don't need you anyway
Stumble out the bathroom
Stumble out your arms again
She doing crank in the room with a noose and a Backwood
The bitch still call me crazy, lil' ho, how does that work?
She got the guest house jumpin' up with smoke out the attic
You're right, I know we love to argue, let's get at it
Wasted, sippin' on that liquor, you can taste it
Girl, don't touch that drink, I know you laced it
I don't know what to say except you're
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
You crush my heart and say it's nothing
You broke me down, I kept on cutting
I bleed for you and now I'm gushing
I bleed for you, but you never cared
Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me
Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad
Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me
Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad
Fo' sho'
Tell me give it up, I'll leave everyone in the cold
All I wanna say, I'll do anything you can do
Show me heroin, I'll shoot it through my motherfuckin' bones
She doing crank in the room with a noose and a Backwood
The bitch still call me crazy, lil' ho, how does that work?
She got the guest house jumpin' up with smoke out the attic
You're right, I know we love to argue, let's get at it
You crush my heart and say it's nothing
You broke me down, I kept on cutting
I bleed for you and now I'm gushing
I bleed for you, but you never cared
Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me
Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad
Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me
Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad
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@danial4414
Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me
Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad
Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me
Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad
This is your fault
And I don't need you anyway
Stumble out the bathroom
Stumble out your arms again
She doing crank in the room with a noose and a Backwood
The bitch still call me crazy, lil' ho, how does that work?
She got the guest house jumpin' up with smoke out the attic
You're right, I know we love to argue, let's get at it
Wasted, sippin' on that liquor, you can taste it
Girl, don't touch that drink, I know you laced it
I don't know what to say except you're
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
You crush my heart and say it's nothing
You broke me down, I kept on cutting
I bleed for you and now I'm gushing
I bleed for you, but you never cared
Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me
Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad
Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me
Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad
Fo' sho'
Tell me give it up, I'll leave everyone in the cold
All I wanna say, I'll do anything you can do
Show me heroin, I'll shoot it through my motherfuckin' bones
She doing crank in the room with a noose and a Backwood
The bitch still call me crazy, lil' ho, how does that work?
She got the guest house jumpin' up with smoke out the attic
You're right, I know we love to argue, let's get at it
You crush my heart and say it's nothing
You broke me down, I kept on cutting
I bleed for you and now I'm gushing
I bleed for you, but you never cared
Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me
Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad
Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me
Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy
Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad
@thevibeguide
This song is so addictive.
@top1_elsu_lod
Hello, I still remember when you started your channel from then until now 😁
@jambuli5506
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@jeffy_13
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@isabellael7979
Ikr it's so good thanks Shawn for showing me this : )
@petrandatala4522
Yeah
@vaix3n212
I’m not depressed, BUT THIS SHIT GO HARD
@shenyan.0
I am and it still slaps!
@asmodeusvicarius2771
@@shenyan.0 if a motherfucker says he's depressed and has an omori pfp then you know he's serious.
Btw Omori hits hard
@phantim8208
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