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Phineas Newborn And Trio Lyrics
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And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now
Devouring all that's left of me
Devouring all that's left of me
In the palm of your hand, a resting place
All the guilt in the land resting on me
And we're crushing beneath it, falling beside ourselves
Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven
Give us back our sins dead no one could sell them.
Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes
Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we're told
Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down
And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now
They're devouring all that's left of me
Yeah they're devouring all that's left of me
Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven
Give us back our sins dead no one could sell them
Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes
Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we're told.
The given lyrics from Phineas Newborn And Trio's song Back Home are a poignant piece of poetry, filled with vivid imagery and motifs that paint a picture of the singer's emotional and mental state. The opening line, "Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down," seems to address a particular person, who is holding pills in their hand, and the singer is offering themselves as a source of solace, comfort, and reliability. This juxtaposition of pills and trust is an interesting one, suggesting that the pills are indicative of some sort of struggle, and the singer is willing to be a reliable companion through it.
The second line, "And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now, devouring all that's left of me," takes on a darker tone, suggesting that the struggle alluded to in the first line is taking a toll on the singer. The bugs under the skin metaphor is a visceral and uncomfortable one, suggesting a sense of invasion and discomfort. The idea of being devoured by the bugs is also significant, as it suggests a lack of control, and an unwillingness to resist the inevitability of the struggle.
The following lines continue with the motif of struggling and willing oneself to survive. The lines "Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven/Give us back our sins dead no one could sell them," address the idea of longing for the familiar and the known, even if it means dealing with the consequences of one's actions. The singer is willing to accept their sin and is not bothered by the inability to sell or trade them. The final lines, "Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we're told," suggest a sense of disillusionment and mistrust for those around them. Overall, the song seems to be grappling with themes of struggle, trust, acceptance, and disillusionment.
Line by Line Meaning
Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down
Just like the assurance that pills in one’s hand will work as expected, I promise to never let you down.
And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now
Similar to how bugs get under one's skin and become a part of them, you have become a part of me.
Devouring all that's left of me
You are consuming all that is left of me, leaving me with nothing.
In the palm of your hand, a resting place
With you, I have found a resting place where I can be at ease.
All the guilt in the land resting on me
All the guilt of the world seems to weigh me down and rest on my shoulders.
And we're crushing beneath it, falling beside ourselves
The weight of this guilt is crushing us and making us fall apart.
And we're wishing to break this neverending spell
We are hoping to break free from this cycle of guilt and despair that seems endless.
Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven
We are so tired of the perfection and purity of heaven that we would rather be in hell.
Give us back our sins dead no one could sell them.
We want our sins back, as worthless as they may be, because they are a part of us and cannot be sold or given away.
Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes
Protect us from getting too close and attached to others, saving us from getting burned like ashes.
Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we're told
Bring us down to earth and make us see the reality of things, because we have a hard time trusting anything we are told.
They're devouring all that's left of me
The bugs (or possibly a metaphorical representation of a problem or addiction) are still consuming all that is left of me, leaving me with nothing.
Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DANIEL MICHAEL ANDRIANO, DEREK R. GRANT, MATTHEW THOMAS SKIBA
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