Suave And Suffocated
Ned's Atomic Dustbin Lyrics


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I waste nobody's time but my own
Well, it's mine to waste so let it go
My childhood inspection is my record collection
And sometimes I need to feel grown

You've got your head up your ass
To keep yourself covered, you trip up the past
Trip over your mother, how come?
How come I think you're capable?
That's bad enough

I need a kick up the ass
To stop feeling smothered
Look up at the past
Look down to discover
How come?

My childhood obsession
Is my record collection




So what makes us so squeaky clean?
If we're food for worms that's not my scene

Overall Meaning

The opening stanza of Ned's Atomic Dustbin's song "Suave And Suffocated" speaks to the theme of agency and wasted time. The lead singer declares that he only wastes his own time; it's something he controls, and he's willing to bear the consequences of it. He muses how his "childhood inspection" is his record collection, likely a metaphorical representation of his personality and the things that interest him. This collection may also represent his coping mechanisms for dealing with the world, as music can act as a haven and an escape for many people.


In the next stanza, the song taunts someone, accusing them of being blind to their own limitations and the mistakes of their past. The singer asserts that they're "covered" by having their "head up their ass," only to stumble over and trip up said past. They question the person's capabilities and label them as bad enough. Perhaps the singer is speaking to someone who arrogantly believes they're always in control, only to find themselves caught off guard by their errors.


Finally, the song ends with a reflection on life and death. The singer ponders why people strive for so-called "clean" lives when in the end, they'll all become "food for worms" anyway. The final line could imply the singer's desire to reject misguided aspirations and live life on their own terms.


Overall, "Suave And Suffocated" seems to be a reflection on different forms of control; control over one's own time, control over one's own memories and interests, control over how we perceive our past mistakes, and control over how we live our lives.


Line by Line Meaning

I waste nobody's time but my own
I am responsible only for my own time, and I am not wasting anyone else's.


Well, it's mine to waste so let it go
Since the time is mine, I am free to spend it how I wish, and others should not interfere.


My childhood inspection is my record collection
The memories of my childhood are manifested in the albums I collected and listened to at that time in my life.


And sometimes I need to feel grown
At times, I require to appear mature beyond my age to feel fulfilled.


You've got your head up your ass
You are unnecessarily self-absorbed and delusional.


To keep yourself covered, you trip up the past
You shield yourself from the past and the things you did wrong, but your blindness causes more issues.


Trip over your mother, how come?
You stumble on the past events involving your mother, but why is that the case?


How come I think you're capable?
Why do I still perceive you as competent, even though you make such a mess?


That's bad enough
Your incompetence is already terrible, no need to make it worse.


I need a kick up the ass
I require something drastic to shake me out of my apathy and feeling of being overwhelmed.


To stop feeling smothered
I hope this drastic measure would relieve me of feeling suffocated.


Look up at the past
I should confront the events that transpired before and learn from them instead of avoiding them.


Look down to discover
I must look within myself to find the solutions to my problems instead of keeping my head in the sand.


How come?
Why am I still in this undesirable state, and what should I do to get out of it?


My childhood obsession
My urge to relive and cherish the things I loved during my childhood.


Is my record collection
The records and tapes that I obtained and replayed repeatedly during my childhood years.


So what makes us so squeaky clean?
What makes us better than others, free from fault and blame?


If we're food for worms that's not my scene
If our ultimate fate is to decompose and serve as food for maggots and worms, I want no part of it.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: ALEXANDER THOMAS GRIFFIN, DANIEL CHARLES WORTON, GARETH JOHN PRING, JOHNATHAN PENNEY, MATTHEW RICHARD CHESLIN

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Phillip smith

Awesome band awesome memories Awesome song awesome record

Jeff Cobb

I loved "Are You Normal?" CD. That one and 3EB debut album are some of my 90s favorites.

Steve Parker

Very Cool

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+Steve Parker Nothing is cool.