I'm Designer
Queens of the Stone Age Lyrics


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My generation's for sale
Beats a steady job
How much have you got?

My generation don't trust no one
It's hard to blame
Not even ourselves
The thing that's real for us is: fortune and fame
All the rest seems like work
It's just like diamonds
In shit

I'm high class, I'm a whore
Actually both
Basically, I'm a pro
We've all got our own style of baggage
Why hump it yourself?

You've made me an offer that I can refuse
'Cause either way I get screwed
Counter proposal: I go home and jerk off, uh

It's truly a lie
I counterfeit myself
It's truly a lie
I counterfeit myself
You don't own, you don't own, you don't own, you don't own
You don't own what none can buy
You don't own
(You don't own)
Neither do I

High and mighty, you say selling out is a shame
Is that the name of your book?
Push a silver spoon in your ass
No more holding us
Down, dog, down, mutt, nice mutt

You're insulted you can't be bought or sold
Translation: offer too low
You don't know what you're worth
It isn't much
My piano's for sale
How many times must I sell myself
Before my pieces are gone?
I'm one of a kind! I'm designer!

Never again will I repeat myself
Enough is never enough
Never again will I repeat myself

It used to be the plan was screwing the man
Now it's have sex with a man
(After he buys your dot-com for sale at a low, low price)

It's truly a lie
I counterfeit myself
It's truly a lie
I counterfeit myself
You don't own, you don't own, you don't own me
You don't own what none can buy
You don't own...




You don't own what none can buy
Neither do I

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Queens of the Stone Age's song I'm Designer are a commentary on the modern culture of consumerism and the value placed on wealth and fame. The opening lines critique the idea that a steady job is seen as less desirable than fame and fortune, exemplified by the line "my generation's for sale, beats a steady job, how much have you got?".


The song continues with the insight that the culture of the day breeds distrust and doubt in one another, with the lines "my generation don't trust no one, it's hard to blame, not even ourselves". The metaphorical imagery of "diamonds in shit" in reference to the value placed on wealth and fame is used to drive home the message that there is a contradiction between the real value and worth of something and the perceived value of it.


The chorus provides the repetition of the phrase "it's truly a lie, I counterfeit myself" to drive home the idea that in this culture, people are not genuine and true to themselves. Instead, they counterfeit themselves to fit into the current mold of what society deems to be valuable. The closing lines "neither do I" communicate a sense of hopelessness and resignation towards the culture of consumerism.


Line by Line Meaning

My generation's for sale
My peer group is willing to compromise their values and principles for monetary gain


Beats a steady job
It's more appealing than working a stable 9-5 job


How much have you got?
What's your net worth? Are you worth our loyalty?


My generation don't trust no one
We're skeptical of everyone, including ourselves


It's hard to blame
Our generation has been betrayed and let down too many times to trust blindly


Not even ourselves
We don't even trust our own intentions or motives


The thing that's real for us is: fortune and fame
Money and recognition are the only true measures of success for us


All the rest seems like work
Other values, like integrity and compassion, require effort and sacrifice


It's just like diamonds
We see money and fame as precious commodities, even if they are surrounded by bad situations


In shit
Despite the dirt and imperfections, we find value in this pursuit


I'm high class, I'm a whore
I have high standards but I'm willing to break them for the right price


Actually both
I'm self-aware and don't see a difference between the two


Basically, I'm a pro
I've perfected my skills in compromising my values for success


We've all got our own style of baggage
We each have our own past experiences and issues that shape our worldview


Why hump it yourself?
Why carry the heavy burden of success alone when you can sell out and have someone else carry it for you?


You've made me an offer that I can refuse
Your offer is too low and not worth my time or effort


'Cause either way I get screwed
Both options presented will ultimately result in me being taken advantage of or exploited


Counter proposal: I go home and jerk off, uh
I'd rather do something pleasurable for myself than waste time on a meaningless deal


It's truly a lie
My image and persona are not genuine and authentic


I counterfeit myself
I create a fake persona for the sake of success and recognition


You don't own, you don't own, you don't own, you don't own
No one has complete control or ownership over me


You don't own what none can buy
True ownership and control cannot be achieved through the acquisition of tangible possessions


Neither do I
I also don't have complete ownership or control over myself due to societal pressures and expectations


High and mighty, you say selling out is a shame
You express disdain and disapproval towards those who compromise their values for success


Is that the name of your book?
You're being hypocritical and possess your own selfish interests


Push a silver spoon in your ass
You come from privilege and have never had to worry about compromising your values for monetary gain


No more holding us
We won't let ourselves be controlled or influenced by others anymore


Down, dog, down, mutt, nice mutt
We won't let others use us or manipulate us like obedient dogs


You're insulted you can't be bought or sold
You take pride in being uncorrupted by money and fame


Translation: offer too low
In reality, you don't have the same opportunities as we do and that is your greatest strength


You don't know what you're worth
You undervalue your own accomplishments and talents


It isn't much
Our generation's understanding of our own worth and value is shallow and limited


My piano's for sale
Even my most prized possessions are up for sale


How many times must I sell myself
How many more compromises and betrayals must I endure to achieve success and recognition?


Before my pieces are gone?
Before all that is left of me is the fake persona and image that I've developed for success


I'm one of a kind! I'm designer!
I believe I'm special and unique because of my ability to compromise and sell myself for success


Never again will I repeat myself
I won't compromise my values and sell myself out again


Enough is never enough
We are trapped in a cycle of greed and pursuit of success that can never be satisfied


It used to be the plan was screwing the man
Our original goal was to rebel against the establishment and societal norms


Now it's have sex with a man
Now our goals have been reduced to superficial success and recognition


(After he buys your dot-com for sale at a low, low price)
Success and recognition are only achieved through the compromise of one's values and selling out to the highest bidder




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: JOSH HOMME, JOEY CASTILLO, TROY DEAN VAN LEEUWEN

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Comments from YouTube:

Emilio Navarro

1:20 - 3:30 the two minutes more sensually of the history of the music, sound like fucks in the hell

Georgia Millis

nope nope nope
I know it's supposed to be poly-rhythmic and I can appreciate that, but it irks me and I find it hard to listen to

VoidOpinions

Totally agree, it ruined the song.

slowfuse

no one fuckin asked you

Justinm1789

It just sounds like I'm designer sped up with some blips and bloops thrown in for me, doesn't really improve on the original in any way.

YungWeen

I was on board for the opening instrumental but the beat and the lyrics don’t sync well

Alannah Perrino

I feel like it’s supposed to make you feel uneasy

SonikJ

I think that’s the point

Fencing Man

YungWeen Sounds almost polyrhythmic

OA

How has this got no comments? and only 405 views! this is amazing, i was listening to this years ago, it should be massive now

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