Shut up
Puffball Lyrics


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Well apathy's got a hold on me
And it won't let go
Tell me your problems, I'll tell you mine
Motherfucker you're gonna know
Well I can go for a change
Go for a job
Tell me about your rock band
Tell me about your job

Shut up
Shut up
Shut up

Well tommy's too young
Bobby's too drunk
I only know one note
Chris needs a watch to keep time
We'll never find the time to vote
And I can for a change
Go for a job
Tell me about your girlfriend
Tell me about your job

Shut up




Shut up
Shut up

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Puffball's song Shut Up reflect a sense of frustration with the mundane demands of everyday life. The opening lines, "Apathy's got a hold on me, and it won't let go", imply a sense of hopelessness or stagnation. The singer then suggests an exchange of problems, implying that everyone has problems and that sharing them could somehow help alleviate the sense of ennui. However, the singer's tone soon turns dismissive, with "Motherfucker, you're gonna know" implying a lack of patience or tolerance for others' issues.


The next verse describes the various members of the singer's social circle, with "Tommy's too young, Bobby's too drunk" and "Chris needs a watch to keep time" suggesting a lack of qualifications or motivation. The singer again suggests making a change, but the repetition of "tell me about your job/girlfriend" implies a sense of boredom with these topics. The chorus of "Shut up" is repeated multiple times, suggesting a desire to escape from the demands of conversation itself.


Overall, this song seems to be a criticism of the banality of everyday life, and a desire to break free from the monotony of work and social obligations. The repeated use of the phrase "shut up" may be seen as a critique of polite society, and a call for something more raw and authentic.


Line by Line Meaning

Well apathy's got a hold on me
I'm too lazy to care about anything


And it won't let go
And I can't shake this feeling of indifference


Tell me your problems, I'll tell you mine
Let's bond over our mutual misery


Motherfucker you're gonna know
I will force you to hear me out


Well I can go for a change
I could use some excitement in my life


Go for a job
Maybe I should get a real job


Tell me about your rock band
But first, tell me about your mediocre rock band


Tell me about your job
Or tell me about your dull job, I guess


Shut up
Stop talking


Shut up
Seriously, shut up


Shut up
I don't want to hear it anymore


Well Tommy's too young
Tommy is naïve and inexperienced


Bobby's too drunk
Bobby is always drunk and unreliable


I only know one note
I am musically inept


Chris needs a watch to keep time
Chris is incapable of playing music without a metronome


We'll never find the time to vote
We're too lazy and disconnected to participate in democracy


Tell me about your girlfriend
I guess we could talk about your significant other


Tell me about your job
Or we could just stick to discussing our unfulfilling jobs


Shut up
Seriously, stop talking


Shut up
I really can't take it anymore


Shut up
I don't want to hear anything you have to say




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Written by: PAUL WESTERBERG

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