Tiny Streams
Psychotic Waltz Lyrics


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Morning sun begins the day
Mothers child has gone away
Locked inside the game that they taught him all to play
Closet city sleeping pretty tired from the day
And if he leaves the tiny porch light dim
He'll keep the dogs at bay
Snotty little brat he plays
Never puts his toys away
Breaks the ones he's used if they don't sparkle anymore
Dollies in the playhouse kissing
All their little heads are missing
Chop their tiny hands with this thing
That's what daddy bought them for
Red and White's turned blue today
I laugh to dry the tear away
Sitting in my ceilings face
This boiling rainbow webbing place
Smiles soft anger feeling shapes
Of mouths and hands in sonic scapes
Fingers spanning psychic burning
Black Sabbath record turning
Pools of vision, understanding
Forms absorb to keep from laughing
Climb the walls, half inside them
Other side, air is thin there
Friends inside pull me to them
Cannot keep from laughing, laughing
Ripples from the portholes making contact
Center bending circles
Growing echoes of each other
Float reflections of this covered consciousness
Inside this eggshell
Masterpieces scattered not well spoken
Yet still undertaken
Tiny streams of orchestration
Flow into this fisheye car ride




Leaning close to catch his good side
Tiny streams of orchestration

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Tiny Streams" by Psychotic Waltz are highly interpretive and open to personal interpretation. On a superficial level, they talk about a young boy who is raised in a dysfunctional family and is prone to violent behavior. He plays with his toys in a destructive manner and harms his siblings’ dolls. Meanwhile, the father fuels his son's aggressive tendencies by giving him violent toys. The song's narrator observes this dysfunctional life and contrasts it with his own psychedelic experiences. There are references to "boiling rainbow webbing place" and "fingers spanning psychic burning," conveying a sense of otherworldliness and a break from reality. The final verse refers to "tiny streams of orchestration," which could refer to the small, almost insignificant parts of life that all come together to create a bigger picture or a grander symphony.


However, the song can also be interpreted as a critique of American society, especially its consumerism and violence. The boy's behavior could be seen as the result of his exposure to violent media and toys, while the references to "red and white's turned blue today" suggest a loss of innocence or corruption. The psychedelic imagery in the final verse could be interpreted as a means of escapism from the harsh realities of modern life.


Overall, "Tiny Streams" is a complex and multifaceted song that can be interpreted in many different ways, depending on the listener's perspective.


Line by Line Meaning

Morning sun begins the day
The sun rises, signaling the start of a new day.


Mothers child has gone away
A child has left home, likely without warning or notice.


Locked inside the game that they taught him all to play
The child has been forced to adhere to societal norms and expectations, even if they feel suffocating or inauthentic.


Closet city sleeping pretty tired from the day
The city, though aesthetically pleasing, is exhausted from the daily routines and monotony of life within its boundaries.


And if he leaves the tiny porch light dim He'll keep the dogs at bay
If the child turns off the porch light, the neighborhood dogs will not bark, potentially alerting parents or authority figures of his absence.


Snotty little brat he plays Never puts his toys away Breaks the ones he's used if they don't sparkle anymore
The child is rebellious and disrespectful, refusing to take care of his possessions if they no longer hold his attention or fascination.


Dollies in the playhouse kissing All their little heads are missing Chop their tiny hands with this thing That's what daddy bought them for
The child engages in morbid play and violence, mutilating his toy dolls in a disturbing manner, potentially due to learned behaviors from his father or other male figures.


Red and White's turned blue today I laugh to dry the tear away
The artist experiences a shift in mood or emotions, causing him to laugh in an attempt to hide or suppress his feelings of sadness or despair.


Sitting in my ceilings face This boiling rainbow webbing place
The artist is in a psychedelic, trippy state of mind, perceiving his surroundings as melting or morphing in color and texture.


Smiles soft anger feeling shapes Of mouths and hands in sonic scapes Fingers spanning psychic burning Black Sabbath record turning
The artist is overwhelmed by sensory experiences, particularly sound, and is experiencing a range of emotions as a result.


Pools of vision, understanding Forms absorb to keep from laughing Climb the walls, half inside them Other side, air is thin there
The singer is losing touch with reality, experiencing hallucinations or delusions that cause him to dissociate from his environment.


Friends inside pull me to them Cannot keep from laughing, laughing
The artist is surrounded by similarly unstable individuals, and succumbs to their mania or disorder, laughing uncontrollably.


Ripples from the portholes making contact Center bending circles Growing echoes of each other Float reflections of this covered consciousness
The individual is experiencing a distorted or fragmented perception of themselves, their thought patterns echoing and reflecting upon themselves in an endless loop.


Inside this eggshell Masterpieces scattered not well spoken Yet still undertaken
Despite the individual's apparent chaos and instability, creative works and ideas are still being produced, though they may not be fully realized or articulated.


Tiny streams of orchestration Flow into this fisheye car ride Leaning close to catch his good side Tiny streams of orchestration
The individual is being moved along, possibly in a vehicle, feeling small moments of beauty or clarity amidst their mental turmoil.




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