Blur
Prolific Lyrics

I don’t say much, I keep an apple in my eye,
I am a reticent person and I always observe my surroundings attentively.

As a lost soul modern day catcher in the rye,
I feel like Holden Caulfield, trying to save children from the harshness of reality.

So ask a passer-by if he’s ever had hope,
Introspect people and ask them about their hope and aspirations.

And if he knows what it’s like to drink with a glass throat,
Find out if the person has ever experienced the feeling of extreme thirst.

And as the land slopes above the half cracked road,
The landscape is hilly and the road is not in the best condition.

It rolls like the strokes of the last van gogh,
The undulating road resembles the brush strokes of Vincent van Gogh's famous paintings.

And as those sad black crows cry for a summer’s kiss,
The crows call out for summer, with melancholy and longing.

The dew drips softly off your lost lover’s lips,
A lost love, symbolized by the dew on the lips, is a poignant image.

And suddenly you’re back at the start of this riddle,
The whole thing feels like a riddle with multiple levels of interpretation.

And she’s there by the broken tree, carving your initials,
The memory of a past love is still etched in the artist's mind and is evoked by this image.

Throwing stones by the water’s edge and watching all the ripples,
The act of throwing stones into the water and watching the ripples is a contemplative moment of nostalgia.

Drinking wine, only to throw the bottle to the river,
Savoring wine, only to discard the empty bottle in the river, creates a sense of irony and waste.

And for all this life’s but a heart beating in your chest,
The essence of life is simply a heartbeat in the singer's chest.

With the world on your shoulders and an evening to confess,
The singer is burdened with the weight of the world and longs for the confessional space of the evening.

And all you need is rest, but you’re too tired to sleep,
The singer is exhausted but cannot sleep due to the restlessness of the mind.

Let yourself drift away towards the lights in the deep,
Allow yourself to drift toward the distant lights in the deep night sky.

Between the days of love and where the graves are cut,
There is a space between love and death, where life continues to unfold.

There’s Hollie drinking raindrops from a paper cup,
An image of Hollie drinking raindrops is a youthful yet melancholic moment.

Star spinning in the field with the lady bugs,
Hollie is dancing in a field with ladybugs and stars, which symbolize romance and childhood innocence.

Eyes strange and young face full of angel dust,
Hollie is a mystical and childlike figure with innocent eyes and an ethereal aura.

She’s a black and white movie in 1923,
She is a reflection of the past, like an old black and white movie from a bygone era.

A theatre with the reel running to the empty seats,
The image of a movie theater playing to an empty audience is a poignant commentary on the fleeting nature of time.

Pure nothing laughing underneath these open skies,
The purity of nothingness is a recurring theme in the song, sometimes punctuated by moments of laughter.

Where you can scream as loud as you can and there’s no reply,
The bleak reality of a world where your screams go unanswered is another theme throughout the song.

Where you can close your eyes, smell the cloves and glide,
The singer is free to imagine and dream with his senses heightened, as he glides through uncharted territories.

Barefoot through the clover in the lonely night,
The singer is wandering barefoot through fields of clover, feeling lonely and detached from the world around him.

She’s your broken bride in her ironed dress,
The image of a broken bride in a pristine dress is another symbol of the past and the fragility of love and romance.

Hair spinning in the mist and it’s fire red,
Hollie's hair color is emphasized throughout the song and is symbolic of her free spirit and youthful energy.

So in autumn Hollie’s nothing but the falling leaves,
Another metaphor for the fleeting nature of youth and life, as Hollie becomes nothing more than the falling leaves of autumn.

Falling free for God a forgotten dream,
The dream of Hollie's youth falls away, forgotten by God and lost to time.

Lost to me, across November bloom,
The memory of Hollie and the feelings of nostalgia associated with her remain lost in the autumnal blooms of November.

Curled up Christ-like in the crescent moon.
The image of Hollie, curled up like Christ's body, is a haunting and powerful symbol of sacrifice and loss.