Over My Head
Moloko Lyrics


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Am I out of my depth?
Uninterrupted multiplicity, this is where you lose me
Come again, if you please?
Aluminium lunar luminous is taking over us
Am I missing the point?
This reeling speel, forgive me if I'm wrong
But are you making this up as you go along?
And it bores me to tears
Get a handle on the dialogue
It's a one man show
It's a monologue

I could be slow I don't know
You just went over my head
I don't understand a word you just said

I could be slow I don't know
You just went over my head
I don't understand a word you just said

I can't figure it out
This cascading fountain of nothingness, you're a mess
I simply cannot believe
You met a mighty metamorphous, that's ridiculous
I am somewhat confused
Selected, collected from the gene pool
They can keep you youthful?
Well, excusez-moi, Monsieur Cosmique, je suis protoplasmique, qu'est-ce que see'est?

How can I spell it out for you
I am no ordinary fool
And even though there's nothing left to say
You go ahead and say it anyway

I could be slow I don't know
You just went over my head
I don't understand a word you just said

I could be slow I don't know
You just went over my head
I don't understand a word you just said

I could be slow I don't know
You just went over my head
I don't understand a word you just said

I could be slow I don't know
You just went over my head
I don't understand a word you just said

I could be slow I don't know
You just went over my head
I don't understand a word you just said

I could be slow I don't know
You just went over my head
I don't understand a word you just said

I could be slow I don't know
You just went over my head
I don't understand a word you just said

[Studio discussion]
".. if you want to .. this fuckin' whole thing.
... We got everything, just a .. And that's right before .."
".., what's that?"
"And, and call it- You've caught a little bit of .., that's all.
... Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"Last .. today?"
"Right."





[Samples of Roisin Murphy]
Tuesday. three. oh. eight. p. m.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Moloko's song 'Over My Head' seem to be a conversation between two people where one is finding it difficult to follow and understand the other person. The beginning of the song suggests that the person thinks they might be out of their depth and cannot keep up with the 'multiplicity' they are encountering. They ask for clarification and try to understand what is being said to them, but the singer is not making much sense, and their words seem like 'nothingness.' The person describes the situation as a 'one-man show' or a monologue, where they feel bored and disconnected.


The chorus of the track repeats the phrase "I could be slow, I don't know. You just went over my head. I don't understand a word you just said" repeatedly, as if the person is coming to terms with the fact that they cannot comprehend what is happening. The lyrics are self-reflective, where the person acknowledges that they might be the one who is struggling to understand and not the other way around.


The song touches upon themes of miscommunication, confusion, and the difficulties of understanding one another. It is possible that the lyrics could be about a romantic relationship where one partner is trying to communicate, but the other cannot understand them. It could also reflect the frustration of two people talking past each other, where no one is listening or paying attention.


Line by Line Meaning

Am I out of my depth?
Do I lack the knowledge, experience, or ability to understand what is happening around me?


Uninterrupted multiplicity, this is where you lose me
The endless complexity of this situation makes me lose track of what's going on, and I can't keep up.


Come again, if you please?
Could you kindly repeat or explain what you've just said in a manner that I can comprehend?


Aluminium lunar luminous is taking over us
There's something strange or otherworldly happening, and it seems to be taking control of us.


Am I missing the point?
Do I fail to understand the crux of the matter or the intended message?


This reeling speel, forgive me if I'm wrong
This dizzying, bewildering experience... I might be mistaken, but something seems off or wrong.


But are you making this up as you go along?
Are you improvising or fabricating things as you proceed?


And it bores me to tears
It's not only incomprehensible, but it's also uninteresting and tedious.


Get a handle on the dialogue
Try to understand what's being discussed and communicate effectively.


It's a one man show
It's all about you; you're the only one in control and present.


It's a monologue
It's just you talking and not giving anyone else the chance to express themselves.


You just went over my head
Your explanation or statement was too complex or confusing for me to comprehend.


I don't understand a word you just said
I didn't get any of the meaning behind what you just said.


This cascading fountain of nothingness, you're a mess
What you're saying has no substance or value and is only confusing and overwhelming. You're a complete disaster.


You met a mighty metamorphous, that's ridiculous
You're claiming that you've encountered a powerful and transformative force, and that's absurd or unbelievable.


I am somewhat confused
I'm not entirely sure what to make of this, and my thinking is muddled.


Selected, collected from the gene pool
You were chosen or created by good genetic traits or breeding.


They can keep you youthful?
Is it true that they can maintain your youthful vigor and beauty?


Well, excusez-moi, Monsieur Cosmique, je suis protoplasmique, qu'est-ce que see'est?
Pardon me, Cosmic Mister, I'm just a tiny protoplasmic creature. What does all this mean?


How can I spell it out for you?
How can I make this clear and easy to understand for you?


I am no ordinary fool
I'm no average or naive person, and I can't be easily tricked or misled.


And even though there's nothing left to say
Despite having spoken extensively, there's little else to express or comment on.


studio discussion
A brief discussion taking place in the recording studio about something unclear or unfinished.


Samples of Roisin Murphy
A recording of vocal samples from Roisin Murphy being used in the song.


Tuesday. three. oh. eight. p. m.
A timestamp for when the recording was made or the song was created.




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Written by: Mark Brydon, Roisin Murphy

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