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Fly
Michael Guy Bowman Lyrics
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Change your ways, change your life, change your point of view
Been so long since your feet felt the open air
So far back down the line, were you even there?
It's so cold, the rain blows in your eyes
It's so cold, the days go flashing by
It's so cold, you've lost all track of time
Dream, dream, dream, dream your life, make it up from scratch
In your dream you're the star, it's you who makes that catch
Can't hold on, cannot grope, your fingers will not clasp
Measurements fall apart, the tools you cannot grasp
It's insane, you must be high on pot
It's insane, the end this man has got
It's insane, the stuff you must be on
It's insane, you wake up and it's gone
And you're on your way to work
And you still can't work it out
And you can't recall the details
Or what it was about
So you read a bunch of websites
And you study archetypes
But you throw away the answers
'Cause it's all a bunch of hype
And you're on your way to work
But you just can't work it out
And you can't recall the details
Or what it was about
So you hustle through your morning
And you waste your afternoon
And at night you're still a-wondering
If you'll dream again so soon
And you lay awake and wonder
And you never get your sleep
'Cause you're still waiting for the answer
But you never hear a peep
And you die alone and angry
And you're wrapped up in a shroud
And the world's far below you
And your feet are in the clouds
In the song "Fly" by Michael Guy Bowman, the lyrics express a sense of confusion and a search for meaning in life. The repetition of "fly, fly, fly" emphasizes the desire to break free from a stagnant, unfulfilling existence. As the song progresses, the lyrics suggest that the singer may be struggling with addiction, perhaps to drugs or alcohol, and is trying to find a way to escape their current reality.
The mention of "open air" and the dream-like quality of the second verse also suggest the desire to escape from physical reality and create a new life in a dream world. However, even in the dream world, the singer cannot seem to grasp onto anything solid or tangible. In the third verse, the mention of reading websites and studying archetypes further emphasizes the idea that the singer is searching for answers and meaning, but cannot find anything concrete.
The final verse adds a sense of hopelessness to the song, as the singer continues to search for answers but ultimately dies alone and unsatisfied. The use of the metaphor of having one's feet in the clouds suggests that the singer may have become disconnected from reality and unable to find a way back.
Overall, the lyrics of "Fly" by Michael Guy Bowman evoke a sense of frustration and uncertainty in the face of life's difficulties and the struggle to find meaning.
Line by Line Meaning
Fly, fly, fly, what you say, what you gonna do
Take actions and make the changes you want to in your life.
Change your ways, change your life, change your point of view
Change who you are, the things you do and the way you look at things.
Been so long since your feet felt the open air
It's been a while since you've really felt free and alive.
So far back down the line, were you even there?
Was there ever a time when you truly felt present and alive in the moment?
It's so cold, the rain blows in your eyes
Things are tough and you can't see through the difficulties.
It's so cold, the days go flashing by
Time flies and you feel like you're running out of it.
It's so cold, you've lost all track of time
You don't even know where the time has gone anymore.
It's so cold, you turn back into slime
The difficulties can make you feel like you're regressing.
Dream, dream, dream, dream your life, make it up from scratch
Visualize the life you want and make it a reality.
In your dream you're the star, it's you who makes that catch
You're the one who controls your own success in life.
Can't hold on, cannot grope, your fingers will not clasp
Sometimes the things you want are just out of reach.
Measurements fall apart, the tools you cannot grasp
The strategies that once worked are no longer effective.
It's insane, you must be high on pot
The reality of life can feel overwhelming and insane.
It's insane, the end this man has got
Things may not end up the way you thought they would.
It's insane, the stuff you must be on
Life can be crazy and unpredictable.
It's insane, you wake up and it's gone
Things can change quickly and unexpectedly in life.
And you're on your way to work
Life goes on; you still have to go to work.
And you still can't work it out
You're still struggling to figure things out.
And you can't recall the details
You can't remember everything that's happened or what you've learned.
Or what it was about
You're not sure what the point of it all is.
So you read a bunch of websites
You try to find answers and guidance online.
And you study archetypes
You explore different ways of understanding and interpreting the world.
But you throw away the answers
You reject what you find because it doesn't seem right or helpful.
'Cause it's all a bunch of hype
You feel like a lot of what you encounter is just hype rather than genuinely useful.
So you hustle through your morning
You go through the motions and carry on with your daily routine.
And you waste your afternoon
You don't get much done or feel productive during the day.
And at night you're still a-wondering
At the end of the day, you're still uncertain and searching for answers.
If you'll dream again so soon
You wonder if you'll ever feel inspired and motivated again.
And you lay awake and wonder
You struggle to fall asleep because you're still preoccupied with everything going on.
And you never get your sleep
You don't get enough rest or feel recharged in the morning.
'Cause you're still waiting for the answer
You're still waiting for things to become clear and for answers to appear.
But you never hear a peep
You don't receive any responses or clarity from the universe.
And you die alone and angry
You fear you'll die feeling unsatisfied and unfulfilled.
And you're wrapped up in a shroud
You die and are buried, and life goes on without you.
And the world's far below you
You're no longer a part of the world and everything that's happening in it.
And your feet are in the clouds
Your body is buried, but your spirit is free and unburdened now.
Writer(s): Fabian Sing, Michael Lowman
Contributed by Alyssa S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Boogs
Fly, fly, fly, whatcha say?
whatcha gonna do?
Change your ways, change your life,
Change your point of view
Been so long since your feet
felt the open air,
So far back down the line-
were you even there?
It's so cold, the rain blows in your eyes
It's so cold, the days go, flashing by
It's so cold, you've lost all track of time
It's so cold, you turn back, into slime
Dream, dream, dream, dream your life
Make it up from scratch
in your dream, your'e the star.
its you who makes that catch
Can't hold on, cannot grope,
your fingers will not clasp
Measurements, fall apart,
the tools, you cannot grasp
It's insane, you must BE high on pot......
It's INSANE the air this man... HASS got
It's insane, the stuff you must be ON
It's insane, you wake up and it's gone
And you're on your way to work
and you still can't work it out
and you can't recall the details
or what it was about
So you read a bunch of websites
and you study archetypes!
But you throw away the answers!
cuz it's all a buncha hype
[rock solbo] [bweeeee]
And you're on your way to work
but you just can't work it out
and you can't recall the details
or what it was about
So you hustle through your morning
and you waste your afternoon
and at night you still are wondering
if you'll dream again so soon...
And you lie awake and wonder
and you never get your sleep
cuz you're still waiting for the answers-
But you never hear a peep
And you die alone and angry!
and you're wrapped in a shroud
and the world's far below you
and your feet are in the clouds!
Monckat
god i am just in awe of the sheer amount of effort put into this music video. i wish i lived in a timeline where this got like super popular
The Masked Songbird
Whoa, I never knew that this song had a music video. This is really badass.
shinyjiggly
I was today years old when I found out there was a music video for this song.
While the words have seemed to imply sbhj, it's always seemed to me more like the elusive idea of sbhj than events in sbhj, like a prophecy never quite understood outside of it's needed context.
Needless to say the imagery here is an absolute clusterfuck and it's beautiful
Shuuya Briones
I come from six years in the future and holy shit, this is beautiful. I love music, that retro style is so amazing. I'll just say that when I saw that it was homestuck, I love it more. It's gold shit. You won a subscriber. Greetings from Mexico bro
The Steam Files
Now six years in the past...
ShrubRustle
Ok, now I really need to know more about this session. Are you and Tavia ever going to say more about it?
ShrubRustle
Ok, so from this video I think we can infer that Mobius and Hadron, (or, since the agents of prospit and derse exist in all sessions, the particular instances of them that supposedly wrote these songs) were part of a two-player session, and given the distinct lack of billiards imagery, and the fact that the Skaia they showed was bright and alive, i'd say it was a regular two-player session, not Caliborn's or any alternate Calliope's.
Heather mallghoul
+ShrubRustle Apparently Mobius and Hadron were supposed to be a derseian and a prospitian who made peace, according to the person who designed the characters.
Avrec
And GFD hass all the top comments... Seriously though, Tavia has done an amazing job here; the complexity and attention to detail is just... wow. I know they said it took forever to render out, but I can't imagine how long it took her to conceive and build all that in After Effects...
Boogs
Fly, fly, fly, whatcha say?
whatcha gonna do?
Change your ways, change your life,
Change your point of view
Been so long since your feet
felt the open air,
So far back down the line-
were you even there?
It's so cold, the rain blows in your eyes
It's so cold, the days go, flashing by
It's so cold, you've lost all track of time
It's so cold, you turn back, into slime
Dream, dream, dream, dream your life
Make it up from scratch
in your dream, your'e the star.
its you who makes that catch
Can't hold on, cannot grope,
your fingers will not clasp
Measurements, fall apart,
the tools, you cannot grasp
It's insane, you must BE high on pot......
It's INSANE the air this man... HASS got
It's insane, the stuff you must be ON
It's insane, you wake up and it's gone
And you're on your way to work
and you still can't work it out
and you can't recall the details
or what it was about
So you read a bunch of websites
and you study archetypes!
But you throw away the answers!
cuz it's all a buncha hype
[rock solbo] [bweeeee]
And you're on your way to work
but you just can't work it out
and you can't recall the details
or what it was about
So you hustle through your morning
and you waste your afternoon
and at night you still are wondering
if you'll dream again so soon...
And you lie awake and wonder
and you never get your sleep
cuz you're still waiting for the answers-
But you never hear a peep
And you die alone and angry!
and you're wrapped in a shroud
and the world's far below you
and your feet are in the clouds!