Graphic Bleed Outs
Quelle Chris Lyrics
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Every word sincere as all get out.
When hick ups turn to spit ups you Linda blaring the shit out.
Fam turn to foes all nighters turn into sit outs.
You used to be beside now when tables turning you bid ounced.
Not all solace moments get caught on camera we got backs like Bayer.
The easy rinse away bound to partner pain like nair.
Part Indian mama tried to halt the rain with prayer
At awe with the gauze it took to bring pause.
The horror the horror the scars that shook to the core.
Once thought a gift from the gods you mistook for amor.
Most end up right with the lord or end up seeking allah.
A faith in leaders abroad easier than believing in this nigga or that broad.
Cause ultimately all flawed.
The thief who greets burlap sack full of hearts.
He wishes he could pawn but they still beat while apart now that’s a living soul collabos with the shadows and dance routines with the ghosts cause not that many mistreatments get deleted in post.
So folks carry heat besides the seat at all costs.
Some get em cremates some get em lamented it’s a toss I’ve seen the crossroads of hood and goth the foot in jaw.
The tag no take backs.
Friends turn to villains and feelings turn into drinks.
Some fetishized the drama.
The armor covered in chinks.
The weight of this world I fed and had to tug ten folds.
The weatherman in green the newsroom is cluttered with info.
The wrong words heard by the heart can weather your skin folds.
Have ya black cracking regretting times you was involved.
But know wounds heal but scar. Arms grow.
Rain drops from sunlit skies. Clouds float.
The I O Us and I know I but yous we wrote.
No golden rule within so many cools we broke.
To qoute a wise man in ways no wiser than me.
Who’s oats were sowed and sold out he sifts through pictures of peace.
Don’t let em sell your soul and stay faithful loving and grief.
Let it out and if need be let it.
Don’t blow with the when’s wherevers and what’s.
Some openings never shut once one delivers the cut.
In the song "Graphic Bleed Outs" by Quelle Chris, he talks about the pain of losing friends and the emotional distress that comes with it. The opening lines recall a situation where someone begged not to be "spilled out," which could be interpreted as not wanting their deepest thoughts and secrets to be revealed to others. This idea of sincerity is then contrasted with the pain that arises when things go awry and friends become enemies. Linda, a figure mentioned in the song, is a symbol of this conflict that can arise within relationships. The lyrics suggest that these kinds of tragedies are not always captured on camera, but rather exist within the individual as a sort of scar that cannot be erased easily. The image of figurative bleeding, which recurs throughout the song, underscores the sense of pain and loss in the lyrics.
As the song goes on, there is a sense of skepticism expressed about the idea of faith in others or in leaders. The imagery is more abstract with references to "sage filled rooms" and a "b line between sentence and seance." This idea of a blurry line between the spiritual and the mundane sets the stage for another idea expressed in the song, which is the coexistence of light and dark. While there are moments of regret and pain, there are also moments of hope and beauty. The lines "rain drops from sunlit skies" and "arms grow" convey a sense of growth and renewal. Overall, the song manages to balance an existential sense of loss with a more hopeful outlook on life.
Line by Line Meaning
One delivered the cut then begged please do not spill out.
Someone caused harm but didn't want the consequences.
Every word sincere as all get out.
All words are true and honest.
When hick ups turn to spit ups you Linda blaring the shit out.
When things go wrong, you get upset and angry.
Fam turn to foes all nighters turn into sit outs.
Friends become enemies, and fun nights turn into boring ones.
You used to be beside now when tables turning you bid ounced.
You were once supportive, but now you are abandoning someone when they need help.
Not all solace moments get caught on camera we got backs like Bayer.
Some peaceful moments aren't recorded, but we support each other through anything.
The easy rinse away bound to partner pain like nair.
Easy solutions don't fix deeper problems.
Part Indian mama tried to halt the rain with prayer.
A mother tried to stop bad things from happening through prayer.
The b line between sentence and seance in sage filled rooms still couldn’t consume beams from the exposed moons.
There is a thin line between life and death, and some things are beyond our control.
At awe with the gauze it took to bring pause.
Shocked at how much was needed to slow things down.
The horror the horror the scars that shook to the core.
The traumatic experiences that leave lasting effects.
Once thought a gift from the gods you mistook for amor.
What was once seen as love turned out to be a mistake.
Most end up right with the lord or end up seeking allah.
People seek guidance and redemption through religion.
A faith in leaders abroad easier than believing in this nigga or that broad.
It's easier to believe in leaders from other places than those close to home.
Cause ultimately all flawed.
We're all imperfect.
The thief who greets burlap sack full of hearts.
People who take advantage of others.
He wishes he could pawn but they still beat while apart now that’s a living soul collabos with the shadows and dance routines with the ghosts cause not that many mistreatments get deleted in post.
Those who have been hurt are haunted by their experiences and can't easily forget them.
So folks carry heat besides the seat at all costs.
People feel the need to protect themselves at all times.
Some get em cremates some get em lamented it’s a toss I’ve seen the crossroads of hood and goth the foot in jaw.
People are remembered in different ways, and the line between different cultures can be blurred.
Friends turn to villains and feelings turn into drinks.
Friendships can turn toxic, and emotions can lead to substance abuse.
Some fetishized the drama.
Some people enjoy negative experiences too much.
The armor covered in chinks.
Even the strongest defenses still have weaknesses.
The weight of this world I fed and had to tug ten folds.
The heaviness of life can be overwhelming.
The weatherman in green the newsroom is cluttered with info.
The media floods us with information and opinions.
The wrong words heard by the heart can weather your skin folds.
Hurtful words can leave a lasting impact on your mental and physical health.
Have ya black cracking regretting times you was involved.
Feeling remorseful over past actions that caused harm.
But know wounds heal but scar. Arms grow.
Time heals all wounds, but some scars are permanent.
Rain drops from sunlit skies. Clouds float.
Even in good times, there can be moments of sadness.
The I O Us and I know I but yous we wrote.
People owe each other things, and it's important to acknowledge that.
No golden rule within so many cools we broke.
There are no set rules in life, and people often break the ones that do exist.
To quote a wise man in ways no wiser than me.
Sharing the words of someone who is wise.
Who’s oats were sowed and sold out he sifts through pictures of peace.
Reflecting on someone's past and the things they did.
Don’t let em sell your soul and stay faithful loving and grief.
Don't compromise your values and keep love and empathy in your heart.
Let it out and if need be let it.
Express emotions and don't hold back.
Don’t blow with the when’s wherevers and what’s.
Don't get swept up in the moment and make careless decisions.
Some openings never shut once one delivers the cut.
Some wounds are too deep to heal and stay with you forever.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Chris Keys, Gavin Tennille
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