You're Welcome
Nowhere Lyrics


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How much can I take till I call it quits?
How long can my legs keep running like this?
Until they give in.
Until my liver gives up.
My lungs are black but that how I like them.
I'm pushing the limits until they push me back.
I'm on the edge of the mountain calculating the gap between a rack and a hard place,
a palace and a pit.
But remeber dead never lies to the people who lived.
Dead never lies to the people who lived.
Dead never lies to the people who lived.




Dead never lies to the people who lived.
Can have credit for all the goddamn work that I did.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Nowhere's song "You're Welcome" touch on the idea of pushing oneself to the limit, both physically and mentally. The opening lines "How much can I take till I call it quits? How long can my legs keep running like this?" set the tone for the rest of the lyrics, which describe a person who is determined to keep pushing themselves, even if it means risking everything. The line "My lungs are black but that's how I like them" suggests a willingness to sacrifice one's health for the sake of achieving a goal.


Later on in the song, the lyrics take on a more philosophical tone, with the lines "But remember dead never lies to the people who lived" suggesting that only after one has passed away can they truly be honest about their experiences. The repetition of the line "Dead never lies to the people who lived" drives home this point, emphasizing the idea that only after death can someone truly understand the impact of their actions.


Overall, "You're Welcome" is a powerful meditation on the human condition, and the lengths that people will go to in order to achieve their goals. The lyrics are both insightful and thought-provoking, and they speak to the universal struggle that we all face in trying to find meaning in our lives.


Line by Line Meaning

How much can I take till I call it quits?
I am questioning how much more I can endure before I give up or quit.


How long can my legs keep running like this?
I am wondering how much longer my legs can bear running in this manner.


Until they give in.
I expect that my legs will eventually fail me and give in to the pressure.


Until my liver gives up.
I am aware that my liver is under great strain, but I will continue with my habits until it fails me.


My lungs are black but that how I like them.
I recognize that my behaviors have caused damage to my lungs, but I prefer them in this condition.


I'm pushing the limits until they push me back.
I am testing my limits as much as I can, waiting for my limits to push back and stop me.


I'm on the edge of the mountain calculating the gap between a rack and a hard place, a palace and a pit.
I am standing on the edge of a mountain, analyzing the distance between a variety of outcomes that range from the best to the worst.


But remember dead never lies to the people who lived.
I will keep in mind that the deceased do not conceal the truth from those who are still alive.


Dead never lies to the people who lived.
This point is so important that I repeat it twice.


Dead never lies to the people who lived.
To emphasize the point even more, I repeat it a third time.


Can have credit for all the goddamn work that I did.
I am frustrated that I am not receiving due credit for all of my hard work.




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Miami Marauder

A time capsule casket closed containing all the words I ever spoke
And I wonder if anyone would care enough to dig it up in ten years
It's weird to think about: everything pure will eventually be relevant even if the artist isn't here for it
You could die as a failure, but future figure because whatever current culture couldn't comprehend it
It's a poet's curse
And it only gets worse
They're only open to your words A.D. like a convertible hearse
The most underground artist – the one that is buried in this dirt – has always felt buried under the pressure of the world
We're all in debt to serve good deeds
We're all in debt financially
We're in the depths of being destined to die, but we're born to live so we live to leave
Because we'd rather be elsewhere
Fuck it
I'd rather be someone else and I'll leave my environment before I let it define myself
I take the landscape-goat that forever defines my fate
The freeway leads to the grave
It's all down hell from here, unless we're road kill on the way
I chase my dreams because my nightmares chase me and the terror of being forgotten is haunting
Often times, I'm left wandering- wondering if the world will ever know?
Will I not get a chance or make no change like putting a ghost on death row?
I prayed to the eight ball god and all I got was "try again later,"
But I don't think I will because I fear the word "no" more than my deathbed
I don't like the odds of the future in this being pretend, because they're not in my favor
Like five in the chamber to my head playing reverse Russian roulette
But what else do I have but to make something shovel worthy?
I'm working on zombie words in case the casket comes early
They say nothing worth having comes this easy, but having nothing's been the hardest thing to happen to me
And it's not about the money; it's about the dream
But how bleak the world seems when they're both out of reach and I'm still reaping the shadows
A future bound for the gallows
I use to spotlight to pause life and just see the momentary clarity that is me:
The confessions of the godless
Finding more guidance in a magic eight ball of responses that uses the same illogic
Of asking questions we don't want answers to
Praying for things we don't need
Planning for a tomorrow even though there's no guarantee but we still sing
Here's to hoping
Here's to coping
Here's to dying on your knees
Here's to losing everyone and everything because you cut off your own feet
Here's to shoving religion down my throat hoping that I choke
But I won't because I can't live or die for something I can't see
The sunrise with my eyes I can see today, I can see me
And those are the only things that I'll ever believe, because tomorrow I'll feel like a death row ghost again with no role in modern civilization, because making memories is making cemeteries out of us
Because if we're underground long enough, then we're dead



All comments from YouTube:

Valerie Guerrero

how is he not more popular? he's speaking about life dude! he's a genuine genius

Matthew Lindsay

Mega genius. Glad he found a way to express it. So many geniuses turn to drugs to quiet the mind. I'm sure he has had his battles.

Curtis Carpenter

Valerie Guerrero I’m wondering the same thing... this music blows all others out the water like fishing with dynamite 🤘🏻🤘🏻

Valerie Guerrero

asdf all there is that I could find is Trey's Hell Knows album, I'm sure he's working on something but for now that's all we have (it is so good)

Valerie Guerrero

robin simpson I can tell, I hold his words close to my heart and I don't even know his personally. the funny thing is at first his songs were striking cords with me, shocking me but now that I'm in a different point in life the words mean so much more in a different eay. it's insane, I'm humbled to even knowing someone has a mind like this and listening to his words.

robin simpson

I watched this kid grow up -- He just get's better and better. His cd is great and I'm old enough to be his mother and he's relevant to me which doesn't happen with many artists that can cross many lines.

user4456661

Wow. Great addition to the record label guys. Doesn't get as progressive as this. Love the rap-influenced spoken word style of songwriting and vocals with instrumentation. Really beautiful. Can't wait to hear more from them, such good flow. :)

Lewis Halpin

Come across this 5 years ago on Spotify, I've forever assumed it would have been a relatively known song. 52k views? I expected millions, damn.

sam watson

Im so glad he decided to add instrumentals to his beautiful poems!

SCBiscuit13

Got goosebumpsafter hearing this for the first time and I'm a metal head. So powerful, yet subtle.

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