Bukowski
Modest Mouse Lyrics


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Woke up this morning and it seemed to me,
That every night turns out to be
A little more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd want to be?
God who'd want to be such an asshole?
God who'd want to be?
God who'd want to be such an asshole?

Well we sat on the edge of the river,
The crowd screamed, "Sacrifice the liver!"
If God takes life, he's an Indian giver.
So tell me now why, you'll tell me never.
Who would want to be?
Who would want to be such a control freak?
Well who would want to be?
Who would want to be such a control freak?

Well see what you want to see. You should see it all.
Well take what you want from me. You deserve it all.
Nine times out of ten our hearts just get dissolved.
Well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.

But one time out of ten, everything is perfect for us all.
Well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.
Here we go!

If God controls the land and disease,
Keeps a watchful eye on me,
If he's really so damn mighty,
My problem is I can't see,
Well who would want to be?
Who would want to be such a control freak?
Well who would want to be?
Who would want to be such a control freak?

Evil home stereo, what good songs do you know?
Evil me, oh yeah I know, what good curves can you throw?

Well all that icing and all that cake,
I can't make it to your wedding, but I'm sure I'll be at your wake.
You were talk, talk, talk, talkin' in circles that day,
When you get to the point make sure that I'm still awake, OK?

Went to bed and didn't see
Why every day turns out to be
A little bit more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.




But God who'd want to be?
God who'd want to be such an asshole?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Modest Mouse's song Bukowski explore the themes of control, disillusionment, and the darker aspects of life. The singer wakes up to the realization that every day seems to be becoming more like the work of writer Charles Bukowski, famous for his raw and gritty portrayals of life's harsh realities. The singer acknowledges Bukowski's literary talent but questions who would want to be such a nihilistic and unpleasant person.


The song continues with the singer questioning the nature of God and his supposed control over life and disease. The crowd around them screams for a liver sacrifice, and the singer wonders who would want to be such a controlling force. The lyrics then shift to a plea for a better world, where hearts aren't dissolved, and things are perfect one in ten times. The song ends with the singer acknowledging the futility of talking in circles and hoping to stay awake when someone gets to the point.


Overall, Bukowski is a complex and layered song that speaks to the struggle for control in a world where chaos often reigns supreme. The lyrics explore the tension between accepting life's harsh realities and striving for a better future, ultimately highlighting the difficulties inherent in living a fulfilling life.


Line by Line Meaning

Woke up this morning and it seemed to me,
The singer began the day with the realization that every night is becoming similar to the work of Bukowski, the writer known for his dark and tragic stories.


That every night turns out to be A little more like Bukowski.
The singer has noticed that every night is increasingly resembling the stories Bukowski wrote.


And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read. But God who'd want to be? God who'd want to be such an asshole?
The singer acknowledges the literary value of Bukowski's work, but questions who would actually want to live a life filled with as much pain, drinking, and misery as the author experienced.


Well we sat on the edge of the river, The crowd screamed, "Sacrifice the liver!" If God takes life, he's an Indian giver. So tell me now why, you'll tell me never.
The artist describes being at a river and hearing the crowd chant for someone to make a self-destructive sacrifice, while questioning the hypocrisy of God taking away life and then giving it back unasked.


Who would want to be? Who would want to be such a control freak?
The artist questions why anyone would want to have so much control over others, like a god or a tyrant.


Well see what you want to see. You should see it all. Well take what you want from me. You deserve it all.
The singer suggests that people should be able to see and experience everything they want in life, and that others are entitled to take what they want from the singer.


Nine times out of ten our hearts just get dissolved. Well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.
The singer reflects on how often relationships and love end in heartbreak, and expresses a desire for a better outcome or way to handle it.


But one time out of ten, everything is perfect for us all. Well I want a better place or just a better way to fall. Here we go!
Despite the prevalence of heartbreak, the artist believes that there are still moments of perfection in life, and repeats their desire for a better way to handle difficult situations.


If God controls the land and disease, Keeps a watchful eye on me, If he's really so damn mighty, My problem is I can't see,
The artist ponders the power and existence of God, questioning if they truly control everything and if their power is truly good or just a form of control.


Evil home stereo, what good songs do you know? Evil me, oh yeah I know, what good curves can you throw?
The artist addresses their negative thoughts by asking their home stereo to play positive music, but then reflects on their own negative behavior and thoughts.


Well all that icing and all that cake, I can't make it to your wedding, but I'm sure I'll be at your wake. You were talk, talk, talk, talkin' in circles that day, When you get to the point make sure that I'm still awake, OK?
The singer expresses disinterest in attending a wedding and implies that they don't believe the relationship it represents will last, while also criticizing someone for talking in circles and not getting to the point of their conversation.


Went to bed and didn't see Why every day turns out to be A little bit more like Bukowski. And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read. But God who'd want to be? God who'd want to be such an asshole?
The artist goes to bed reflecting on how every day seems to resemble Bukowski's stories more, despite acknowledging him as a good author, and questioning who would want to live a life as miserable and tragic as the characters he often wrote about.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DANN GALLUCCI, ERIC JUDY, ISAAC BROCK, TOM PELOSO

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