Reach Out Roots
Motel Connection Lyrics
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With boyfriend with no wings on
Looking da dancefloor
And try to keep your engine running
Looking da fat girl
And bet on her first time
It's still friday - you don't have
To walk away
Reach out, reach for my level
Reach our, reach out, now try
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The lyrics to Motel Connection's song Reach Out Roots are a commentary on the scene at a club or party. The singer is observing different people and their actions, from looking at a girl with a boyfriend who is not committed to the relationship, to watching someone try to keep their energy levels up on the dancefloor. The lyrics also touch on issues of body image, as the singer notices a "fat girl" and suggests that they bet on her having a good time.
However, despite all of this observation, the singer feels trapped in their own skin. The line "your skin's my jail" implies a feeling of being stuck, unable to fully experience the night's revelries. The repetition of the phrase "reach out" is a plea to break free from this jail, to try and connect with others and experience the night fully.
The song's title, "Reach Out Roots," suggests a desire to connect with one's ancestry or background. Perhaps for the singer, the club scene seems lacking in substance or connection to their roots, adding to the feeling of being trapped in their own skin. Overall, the lyrics touch on themes of freedom, connection, and a longing for something real and authentic.
Line by Line Meaning
Looking da red girl
Observing a girl in red clothing
With boyfriend with no wings on
Noticing that the girl is accompanied by a guy who isn't confident or suave
Looking da dancefloor
Turning attention to the dancefloor
And try to keep your engine running
Focusing on maintaining momentum and energy
Looking da fat girl
Spotting a heavier girl
And bet on her first time
Believing that this girl might be inexperienced in romance or flirting
It's still friday - you don't have
Reminding oneself that there's still plenty of time in the weekend
To walk away
Not giving up or leaving just yet
Your skins my jail
Feeling trapped or confined in one's own body
Reach out, reach for my level
Asking someone to connect or identify with oneself
Reach our, reach out, now try
Encouraging the listener to attempt to establish this connection or level of understanding
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