Mr. Blotto is a jam band with southern rock and folk influences. They forme… Read Full Bio ↴Mr. Blotto is a jam band with southern rock and folk influences. They formed in the early 1990's in Chicago as a group of musicians with no intent or plan for becoming an official band. They began playing open mic nights in the city only to find that a series of bootlegs had increased in popularity. The band was less than a year old when the band took to the studio to record their first disc "parking karma". In 2006 the band, with the help of former Grateful Dead lyricyst John Perry Barlow, released their 5th studio album titled "Barlow Shanghai".

Today Mr. Blotto remains one of the most distinctive improvisational regional bands. The group continues to tour, but rarely leaves the Chicago area.

Major influences for the band included The Allman Brothers Band, The Grateful Dead, Bob Dylan, Bob Marley and Widespread Panic to name a few.

It Doesn't Matter Anymore
Mr. Blotto Lyrics

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It Doesn't Matter Anymore
Sitting in my room watching my T.V.
I see a lot of people. They don't matter much to me.
Maybe I'm a killer, waiting to explode.
Maybe I'm just average, bored and growing old.
But I'm sitting in my room trying to figure out the score.
It doesn't matter anymore... anymore.

Your picture's in the paper for everyone to see.
And every New Edition sells another tragedy
But no one's ever loved you and no one ever will
It seems like Mother Nature is going on the Pill
But I'm sitting in my room trying to even out the score
That doesn't matter any more... anymore.
Out. Of. My. Way.
Out. Of. My... My.My...

Lately, I've been missing friends. I'm even missing yours.
They never really liked me, but that's what friends are for.
I miss seeing people. I miss looting stores.
I miss drinking Cuervo and sleeping on your floor
But I'm getting really high and I'm listening to The Doors
It doesn't matter any more... anymore.

Life goes on and on and on...

Overall Meaning

The song "It Doesn't Matter Anymore" by Mr. Blotto is a commentary on the disillusionment and apathy of modern society. The singer begins by observing the people around him and concluding that they don't matter much to him. He then considers the possibility that he may be a violent or dangerous person, but also acknowledges the more mundane reality that he is simply bored and getting older. Despite this, he is still trying to "figure out the score" and make sense of his place in the world.

The second verse shifts to a more cynical tone, with the singer commenting on the media's fascination with tragedy and the perception that no one has ever truly loved him. He even suggests that Mother Nature is "going on the Pill", a reference to the idea that humans are destroying the natural world. Despite these bleak observations, the singer still seems to be detached from it all, stating that "[it] doesn't matter anymore... anymore."

The final verse expresses a sense of loneliness and nostalgia for past experiences, including a desire to be around friends and engage in reckless behavior. But once again, the singer seems to be detached from these desires, instead getting high and listening to music. The repeated refrain of "life goes on and on and on" suggests that despite all of the disillusionment and apathy, the world keeps turning and time keeps passing.

Overall, the song presents a bleak and cynical view of society, with the singer feeling disconnected from the world around him and unsure of his place in it.

Line by Line Meaning

Sitting in my room watching my T.V.
I am passively taking in information from the television while isolated in my room.

I see a lot of people. They don't matter much to me.
I observe many individuals, but they do not have any significant impact on my life.

Maybe I'm a killer, waiting to explode.
There is a possibility that I have violent tendencies that could emerge at any moment.

Maybe I'm just average, bored and growing old.
Alternatively, I may be an ordinary person experiencing monotony while aging.

But I'm sitting in my room trying to figure out the score.
Regardless, I am currently contemplating my personal situation.

It doesn't matter anymore... anymore.
Ultimately, nothing seems to have much significance or impact anymore.

Your picture's in the paper for everyone to see.
Someone's image has been publicly shared in a periodical.

And every New Edition sells another tragedy
Each new edition of information sold perpetuates a cycle of sorrowful events.

But no one's ever loved you and no one ever will
It appears that the person in question has never received genuine affection and never will.

It seems like Mother Nature is going on the Pill
Nature appears to be attempting to control or regulate itself.

But I'm sitting in my room trying to even out the score
Despite external events, I am still trying to balance my life.

That doesn't matter any more... anymore.
However, it seems that nothing has much impact or importance anymore.

Out. Of. My. Way.
Move aside, clear the path.

Out. Of. My... My.My...
You need to step away from my presence immediately.

Lately, I've been missing friends. I'm even missing yours.
Recently, I have realized that I miss spending time in the company of friends, even those associated with people I no longer have a positive relationship with.

They never really liked me, but that's what friends are for.
Despite their true feelings about me, that is a typical trait of friends.

I miss seeing people. I miss looting stores.
I feel a longing to interact with others in public places.

I miss drinking Cuervo and sleeping on your floor
I miss engaging in pleasurable, perhaps reckless, activities with others.

But I'm getting really high and I'm listening to The Doors
Despite missing my social life, I am currently distracting myself by using a substance and enjoying music.

It doesn't matter any more... anymore.
Despite my longing for social interaction, it seems that nothing truly matters anymore.

Life goes on and on and on...
Regardless of personal circumstances and feelings of significance, life continues without end.

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