Shoot the Singer
Pavement Lyrics


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Someone took in these pants
Somebody painted over paint
Painted wood
And where he stood, no one stands
It's been said he's sitting now
In the churning land

Well, I've seen saints, but remember
That I forgot to flag 'em down
When they passed
And in the morning light

You hold that ashtray tight
You could put it out
But I can't put it out

My hands shook, down and out
I've got the blisters of the world
World new
I name the book after you

So look up and watch the camera lens
When the risers fade

Slow it down! Song is sacred!
And brother, you're a hunter
And you're right at home
And in the morning light

I'll hold my ashtray tight
I could take it down
And you can't take it down

La-da-da-da-da-da-da





[Repeat: x7]
Don't expect

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Pavement's "Shoot the Singer" contain obscure and abstract imagery, making it challenging to interpret the meaning behind them. The opening line, "Someone took in these pants," could be a metaphorical representation of how individuals modify themselves to fit into society. The line "It's been said he's sitting now in the churning land" can suggest a sense of displacement or alienation from one's surroundings, while "I've got blisters of the world" seems to reference a sense of pain and struggle.


The song appears to deal with themes of identity, transformation, and disillusionment, as well as the feeling of being out of place in the world. The lyrics suggest a sense of longing and desire to connect with something but ultimately feeling lost and unable to do so. The line "Slow it down! Song is sacred!" can be interpreted as a plea against the commercialization of art and the dilution of its emotional power.


Overall, the meaning of the song is vague and open to interpretation, and its abstract imagery leaves much for the listener to decipher.


Line by Line Meaning

Someone took in these pants
Someone altered these pants


Somebody painted over paint
Someone painted over an existing layer


Painted wood
Wood that has been painted


And where he stood, no one stands
The person is no longer there


It's been said he's sitting now
It's rumored that person is now sitting


In the churning land
In a place of turmoil


Well, I've seen saints, but remember
I have witnessed holy people, but recall


That I forgot to flag 'em down
I neglected to attract their attention


When they passed
When they went by


And in the morning light
During the light of day


You hold that ashtray tight
You grip the ashtray firmly


You could put it out
You have the ability to extinguish it


But I can't put it out
I lack the ability to extinguish it


My hands shook, down and out
My hands trembled, defeated


I've got the blisters of the world
I have many worldly scars


World new
A new form of the world


I name the book after you
I dedicate the book to you


So look up and watch the camera lens
Observe the camera


When the risers fade
When the seats become unoccupied


Slow it down! Song is sacred!
Reduce the tempo! Music is holy!


And brother, you're a hunter
My friend, you are a predator


And you're right at home
You belong here


And in the morning light
During the light of day


I'll hold my ashtray tight
I will grip my ashtray firmly


I could take it down
I could extinguish it myself


And you can't take it down
You lack the ability to extinguish it


La-da-da-da-da-da-da
A nonsensical vocalization


Don't expect
Do not anticipate anything else




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Written by: SCOTT KANNBERG, STEPHEN MALKMUS

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@Nellsonn.

Someone took in these pants
Somebody painted over paint
Painted wood
And where he stood
No one stands
It's been said he's sittting now
In the charming land
I've seen saints
But remember
I forgot to flag them down
When they pass
And in the morning light
You hold that ashtray tight
You can put it out
But i can't put it out
My hand shook
Down and out
I've got the blisters of the world

World knew
I named a book after you
So look up
And watch the camera lens
When the risers fade
Slow it down
Song is sacred
And brother
Your honor
Hang a right at home
And in the morning light
I'll hold my ashtray tight
I can take it down
And you can't take it down
Tadadara, tadada...
Don't expect
Don't expect



All comments from YouTube:

@27Finbarr

RIP Gary Young! What a great drummer!

@MrBhd123

in case anyone doesn't realize, pavement is one of the best rock bands of all time.

@AwesomeDudes

I realize and know that they are!

@TheNeverposts

er... duuuuh

@SuperPartypiece

THE best

@GameDevByrne

i agree :D

@mychannel-uw5lc

Was

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@andyking7621

Melody, tone, tempo, lyrics, dynamics, musicianship, production and class.

@snifflesspedup

This song honestly has the best lyrics of any pavement song

@jlouis4407

Best singing as well

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