Every Friday
Other View Lyrics


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The phone rang that day
I was on Royal Parade
Another afternoon of fun
The sky was turning grey
The wind was playing games
I dropped my cell, it broke in half
And my head spun round
Echoing the sound
Of that voice from far away
Looking for what I hoped
Was nothing but a joke
Or something I would soon forget
But I won′t

Oh
I still hope it's you when
Oh
I hear the doorbell
Oh
And every Friday
I see you there

My wife heard me cry
It was two in the night
I couldn′t get you out of my head
Four months have past
But I'm awake in bed
Still wondering how it must have felt
And my friends look fine
They don't seem to mind
To see your empty chair at all
It′s filled me with rage
It′s getting down to a stage
When I can't bare their sight at all
Anymore

Oh
I still hope it′s you when
Oh
I hear the doorbell
Oh
And every Friday
I see you there

Oh
I still hope it's you when
Oh
I hear the doorbell
Oh




And every Friday
I see you there

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Every Friday" by Other View is about a person who is haunted by the memory of a lost love. The song begins with the singer receiving a phone call on a Friday afternoon, only to discover that the caller is someone from their past. The singer wishes that it were all a joke and tries to convince themselves that they will soon forget about the incident. However, as the song progresses, it becomes clear that the memory of this lost love is still very much present.


The lyrics also suggest that the singer is struggling with their emotions and cannot seem to let go of the past. They are still hoping for a reconciliation with their lost love and find themselves constantly looking out for them every Friday. The pain of this unrequited love is so intense that they feel rage towards their friends, who seem unaffected by the loss.


Overall, "Every Friday" is a poignant reflection on the lingering effects of lost love and the difficulties of moving on from it. It is a song that will resonate with anyone who has ever experienced heartbreak.


Line by Line Meaning

The phone rang that day
The narrative begins with a phone call on a particular day that would change everything.


I was on Royal Parade
The singer was outside, completely unaware of the troublesome news they were about to hear.


Another afternoon of fun
The day started like any other, with no hint of what was to come.


The sky was turning grey
As the news became heavier, the weather seemed to reflect the artist's mood.


The wind was playing games
The surrounding environment seemed almost malevolent, playing tricks with the artist's emotions.


I dropped my cell, it broke in half
The singer's reaction to the distressing news was so great that they couldn't even steady their hands, resulting in an unfortunate accident with their phone.


And my head spun round
The news was so overwhelming that the singer felt dizzy, disoriented, and unbalanced.


Echoing the sound
The voice that delivered the news, and the surrounding events, continue to reverberate in the artist's head long after the fact.


Of that voice from far away
The voice of the person on the other end of the line seems distant, but in reality, their words had a profound impact on the artist's life.


Looking for what I hoped
Although the artist knew deep down that the news was bad, they still searched for a shred of hope or positive news to cling onto.


Was nothing but a joke
The singer hoped that the news was a prank, a cruel but ultimately harmless joke.


Or something I would soon forget
At this point, the artist still held out hope that they could move on from this news and forget it ever happened.


But I won't
Despite these hopes, the singer knows that they won't be able to forget, and that this news will haunt them indefinitely.


My wife heard me cry
The emotional toll of the news was so severe that the singer's partner could hear their pain from a different room.


It was two in the night
The pain was so great that it kept the singer awake late into the night.


I couldn't get you out of my head
The artist can't stop thinking about the person who delivered the news, and the event itself keeps playing over and over in their mind.


Four months have past
Despite the passing of time, the artist is still grappling with the weight of these events.


But I'm awake in bed
The events continue to keep the singer up at night, unable to rest or find peace.


Still wondering how it must have felt
The singer is still trying to understand the pain that the news must have caused, both for themselves and for others involved.


And my friends look fine
Despite the severity of the news, the artist's friends seem completely unfazed and unbothered by the situation.


They don't seem to mind
This lack of reaction from the artist's friends makes the artist feel isolated and alone, as though no one understands their pain.


To see your empty chair at all
The absence of the person who delivered the news is palpable and haunting, even in mundane settings.


It's filled me with rage
The singer is filled with an intense, almost overpowering anger at what has happened and the people who don't seem to understand or care.


It's getting down to a stage
The rage and pain are becoming more and more intense, reaching a point of being almost unbearable.


When I can't bare their sight at all
The pain and isolation of the singer is becoming so intense that they can't even stand to look at their friends for fear of feeling even more alone.


And every Friday, I see you there
Despite the time that has passed since the news, the singer is still haunted by the individual who delivered it and is forced to confront their memory every week.


Oh, I still hope it's you when
Despite the pain and anguish, the singer still holds out a glimmer of hope that the person who delivered the news will come back and make everything right.


Oh, I hear the doorbell
The artist is constantly on edge, listening for any sign that their hope might come true.


And every Friday, I see you there
The haunting memory of the person who delivered the news is inescapable and recurring, forcing the artist to constantly relive the pain of that day.




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