Jade
Mr. Incommunicado Lyrics
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Once you were the monolith, a monument
Once you were so paramount
Now you're barely on the sidelines
Debate rages as to whether you even count
You've got some front, you've got some nerve
You got the reaction you deserve
Marry the narrative within to the reality without
Now all days start concurrently
Cos we'll never sleep again
Marching ever forward
To the ignominy of the end
Greatest strength, biggest weakness
Cut off the Emperor's Hand to spite your face
Go back to your roots and find your place
I thought at the very least you could continue to exist
Light and energy eventually dissipate
But hope at least the idea persists
Now all days start concurrently
Cos we'll never sleep again
Marching ever forward
To the truckstop at the end
Your is your
Your.is your
Now all days start concurrently
Cos we'll never sleep again
Marching ever forward
To the ignominy of the end
Now all days start concurrently
Cos we'll never sleep again
Marching ever forward
To the truckstop at the end
The lyrics of "Jade" by Mr. Incommunicado convey a sense of loss and introspection. The song begins by lamenting the passing of time, expressing sadness for what has been lost. The singer is portrayed as a once prominent figure, a monolith or monument, who held great importance. However, they have now faded into the background and are being questioned or dismissed by others. This could represent a personal or societal decline from a position of influence to insignificance.
The lyrics further delve into the singer's character and actions. They are described as having audacity and courage to provoke reactions, but also receiving the consequences they deserve. They possess some level of power and reputation, which is contrasted with the need to align their narrative with external realities. This suggests a struggle between perception and truth, and the importance of grounding oneself in the actualities of life.
The theme of time resurfaces with the idea that all days start concurrently and that sleep is no longer possible. This could symbolize a ceaseless march forward, an endless progression towards an ignominious end. It reflects a sense of urgency or restlessness, as if time is slipping away and there is a need to keep moving, even if the ultimate destination is uncertain.
The lyrics then mention the singer's greatest strength and biggest weakness. This juxtaposition suggests that there is a duality within the individual, highlighting their potential and vulnerabilities. The following line, "Cut off the Emperor's Hand to spite your face," suggests a self-destructive behavior driven by a desire to rebel against authority. It encourages returning to one's roots, finding a sense of identity and purpose. While acknowledging the transience of light and energy, there is still a hope that the idea or essence of the singer will persist even after they may physically dissipate.
In the final repetition of the chorus, the lyrics reiterate the concurrent start of each day, the loss of sleep, and the continuous march forward. This time, the destination is referred to as a "truckstop at the end," implying a mundane or unremarkable conclusion. It reinforces the earlier notion of an ignominious end, suggesting that despite the singer's struggles and aspirations, they are ultimately heading towards an ordinary and unremarkable fate.
Line by Line Meaning
Weep for lost time
Express sadness for the time that has been lost
Once you were the monolith, a monument
In the past, you were a significant and impressive figure
Once you were so paramount
Once you held great importance and were highly regarded
Now you're barely on the sidelines
Now you have become insignificant and are hardly involved
Debate rages as to whether you even count
There is ongoing discussion about whether you are even worthy of consideration
You've got some front, you've got some nerve
You have a lot of audacity and boldness
You got the reaction you deserve
You have received the response or consequences that are appropriate for your actions
You've got influence, you've got some clout
You have the power to sway opinions and hold influence
Marry the narrative within to the reality without
Align the story you tell with the actual external circumstances
Now all days start concurrently
All days begin at the same time, without pause
Cos we'll never sleep again
Because we will never rest or take a break
Marching ever forward
Continuing to progress and move ahead
To the ignominy of the end
Towards the disgrace or humiliation of the final outcome
Greatest strength, biggest weakness
The thing that makes you exceptionally strong is also your greatest vulnerability
Cut off the Emperor's Hand to spite your face
Taking drastic actions that harm yourself in an attempt to harm someone else
Go back to your roots and find your place
Return to your origins and discover your true purpose
I thought at the very least you could continue to exist
I believed that, at a minimum, you would be able to survive
Light and energy eventually dissipate
Over time, illumination and vitality fade away
But hope at least the idea persists
But let's hope that the concept or notion remains
To the truckstop at the end
Towards the final destination, likened to a truckstop
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Adam Scanlon
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