Long Suffering Jesus
Old Man Luedecke Lyrics


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I fled the city of my birth
I can't account for my time on earth
I'm a prodigal without much worth
I'm angry and bathed in fire

But I thought I smelled the thought of spring
When I won the thought I lost the thing
Traveling through these fiery rings
And worrying thicker skin from ever growing

Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan

Been running through the labyrinth without the twine
I've been working on a mousetrap of my own design
I've been haunted by winds in the tops of the pines
I'll just win a cruise if I answer the telephone

These are the cheapest Rose glasses I've ever had
Won't throw em out til I break em bad
I'd rather be miserable than merely sad
Thankful that my sadness don't involve a lot of yelling

Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan

At the kitchen table in my birthday suit
I've been scribbling my fears til they come out cute
Another year has followed suit
And everything I want just keeps getting older
The red tail lights of endless cards
Like constellations of endless stars in
A straight line from Venus to Mars
It's the scale that keeps me always rebelling

Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan
Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' songs




Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' songs

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Old Man Luedecke's song Long Suffering Jesus depict a person filled with anger and anxiety, unsure of their worth and purpose. The singer describes fleeing the city of their birth and feeling lost and disconnected from the world around them. Despite a sense of despair, they also express a faint glimmer of hope, sensing the arrival of spring and the possibility of renewal.


The lyrics also touch on themes of perseverance and resilience, with the singer describing themselves as a "prodigal without much worth" who has been "traveling through fiery rings" and "working on a mousetrap of my own design." They express loneliness and isolation, writing of being "haunted by winds in the tops of the pines" and feeling disconnected from the people and experiences around them. Ultimately, however, they seem to find a degree of comfort in their own melancholy, writing that they are "thankful that my sadness don't involve a lot of yelling."


Line by Line Meaning

I fled the city of my birth
I left the place where I was born


I can't account for my time on earth
I don't know what I've done with my life


I'm a prodigal without much worth
I'm a wastrel who has accomplished very little


I'm angry and bathed in fire
I'm furious about something and immersed in emotion


But I thought I smelled the thought of spring
I had a hunch that things were going to get better


When I won the thought I lost the thing
When I thought I had a good idea, it turned out to be wrong


Traveling through these fiery rings
Going through difficult times or situations


And worrying thicker skin from ever growing
Developing resilience and toughness through adversity


You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan
You seem to take pleasure in our suffering and complaints


Been running through the labyrinth without the twine
Trying to figure things out without any guidance


I've been working on a mousetrap of my own design
Trying to solve problems in my own unique way


I've been haunted by winds in the tops of the pines
Feeling inexplicably unsettled or anxious


I'll just win a cruise if I answer the telephone
Being frustrated by constant telemarketing calls


These are the cheapest Rose glasses I've ever had
The glasses used to view the world are low quality


Won't throw em out til I break em bad
Will continue to use them until they are completely unusable


I'd rather be miserable than merely sad
Prefer feeling extreme emotions instead of being apathetic


Thankful that my sadness don't involve a lot of yelling
Grateful that my feelings of sorrow aren't expressed through shouting


At the kitchen table in my birthday suit
Sitting at a table in my underwear


I've been scribbling my fears til they come out cute
Writing about my worries until they seem less serious


Another year has followed suit
Another year has gone by


And everything I want just keeps getting older
The things I desire are becoming less relevant or useful


The red tail lights of endless cards
The taillights of cars in a long line of traffic


Like constellations of endless stars in
Like a pattern of stars in the sky


A straight line from Venus to Mars
An imaginary straight line between two planets


It's the scale that keeps me always rebelling
I resist conformity to societal norms


You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan
You seem to take pleasure in our suffering and complaints


You must love to hear your sons and daughters' songs
You seem to enjoy our creative expressions and artistic endeavors


You must love to hear your sons and daughters' songs
You seem to enjoy our creative expressions and artistic endeavors




Lyrics © MUMMY DUST MUSIC LTD.
Written by: Christopher Rudolf Luedecke

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