You Can't Hold the Hand of a Rock and Roll Man
Okkervil River Lyrics


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This week's cash for last week's grass your crew collates
While you sit in the van and wait
Gassed and trashed and smashed, young cads roasting away
On a sunny summer day or, okay, an August night anyway

And you're living on air, while on the 25th floor up there
They'd fan a million bucks before your face
Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair
All mussed into an? I've just been fucked shape

Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed
She said, I'm done with looking back, and you look your age
Which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight

And fucking let them stare because at this point I don't care
I have been your bride stripped bare since ?98
And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air
It's a gas now, it's a laugh, just how far several mil can take it

This week's fast as last week's flash of interstate
When you starved and never ate
This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face
As you roam on silk, ripped tippy-toe alone through Silver lake

Splayed astride a snow-white mare, on a non-stop all-night tear
What a ghastly sight you smear in every face




In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear
You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Okkervil River's "You Can't Hold the Hand of a Rock and Roll Man" paint a vivid picture of the excesses and illusions of the music industry. The song opens with a scene of drug-dealing and partying, contrasted with the life of luxury that the musician is supposedly living. The first verse highlights the contradictions and hypocrisies of this lifestyle, as the singer watches his crew work for cash while he lounges in the van, and his wife is passed out after indulging in excesses. The second verse continues this theme, focusing on the false glamour and disconnection of success, as the singer describes himself on horseback, dressed in furs, and compares himself to a character in a silver-screen romance that has lost its power.


The lyrics suggest that despite the apparent glamour of the rock and roll lifestyle, there is a hollowness and emptiness to it. The singer seems aware of this, acknowledging that his silver-screen romance is now just a gas, a laugh, and that the excesses of "several mil" can take him only so far. There is a sense of disillusionment and cynicism as the singer reflects on his past and his present, aware that he has lost touch with reality and that his grand gestures and pretensions are ultimately meaningless.


Overall, the song is a powerful critique of the music industry and the illusions of fame and fortune that it can create. The lyrics suggest that success comes at a price, and that the rock and roll lifestyle is ultimately unsustainable, even destructive. It is a poignant and powerful reflection on the cost of chasing dreams and illusions.


Line by Line Meaning

This week's cash for last week's grass your crew collates
You're trading money earned from selling drugs last week for cash this week while your crew is putting it together.


While you sit in the van and wait
You're sitting in the van waiting while your crew puts the drugs together.


Gassed and trashed and smashed, young cads roasting away
The young guys are getting high and wasted in the summer heat.


On a sunny summer day or, okay, an August night anyway
The scene is set in the summer, either during a sunny day or a warm night in August.


And you're living on air, while on the 25th floor up there
You're barely scraping by, while the rich people on the 25th floor live in luxury.


They'd fan a million bucks before your face
The rich people have so much money that they could fan a million dollars in front of your face without batting an eye.


Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair
Marie is passed out in a chair with her hair looking disheveled.


All mussed into an? I've just been fucked shape
Her hair looks like she just had sex and didn't bother to fix it.


Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed
Marie had just finished spending all of her money before passing out.


She said, I'm done with looking back, and you look your age
Marie is over the past and is telling you that you look older than you claim to be.


Which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight
You're actually thirty-seven, not twenty-eight like you told Marie.


And fucking let them stare because at this point I don't care
Marie doesn't care anymore if people stare at her or judge her.


I have been your bride stripped bare since ?98
Marie has been your wife since 1998 and has been through everything with you.


And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air
The romanticized version of your relationship means nothing to Marie now.


It's a gas now, it's a laugh, just how far several mil can take it
The fact that you have several million dollars now and can do whatever you want is amusing to Marie.


This week's fast as last week's flash of interstate
This week is just as fast-paced as last week's rush to get from state to state.


When you starved and never ate
When you were struggling and couldn't afford to eat.


This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face
You have a sickly, golden glow on your face this week.


As you roam on silk, ripped tippy-toe alone through Silver lake
You're walking alone on silk in Silver lake, trying to blend in with the crowd.


Splayed astride a snow-white mare, on a non-stop all-night tear
You're riding a white horse all over town, partying non-stop all night long.


What a ghastly sight you smear in every face
Everyone you encounter is disgusted and put off by your wild and out-of-control lifestyle.


In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear
You're wearing a big, fur-trimmed coat that your lawyer advised you to get.


You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged
If you keep living this way, you'll never be able to settle down and get married more than once.




Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: WILL ROBINSON SHEFF

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