Aftermath
REM (R.E.M.) Lyrics
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Makin’ my chili, bitchin’
Where the fucks this kid, starting to think he’s gone missin’
It’s quarter past eleven
But I’ll make the executive decision
To wait until midnight to go searchin’
I’m sure he’s fine, he was hanging out with his buddy Ryan
Listenin’ to Royce Da 5’9”, cause I put him and my daughter on since they was only children
My mind works in different ways, I can’t even listen to my lady
Telling me that I annoy her cause it makes me think she’s leaving me
Fuck paranoia
I don’t know yeah
I got my own issues within this entire room
I can’t even air out the elephant
So fuck it take some mushrooms and snooze
Got woken up out of a sleep to some phone call
From my son but it was the police on the other end
Sayin to come meet
My son was holding a paint gun right next to Elm street
And the police beat the hell out em
And shot THREE! Times
At an unarmed child
He wasn’t even wavin that shit
But just because he is mixed that don’t mean they thinkin with Logic
I scream on the phone
You motherfuckers best not had killed him
I hung up the phone, then I ran to get clothes
I swung open the car door not tellin my family shit
I started choking up as im honkin on the horn stuck in traffic
I ain’t ready for this Aftermath
Please don’t let me think that this is the aftermath
My son loved his dad, my son you can’t be gone
Sorry I did you wrong, sorry I hit that bong
This feels like it only happens
To people like me, family’s like mine
Oh shit this is a one in a million
Except it’s 2019 and this police brutality
That nobody realizes these cops are whats killin
They call em the ops
Because they are the opposite of what they supposed to be doin
I get to the scene
And all that I see
Is my son layin in the middle of the street
They didn’t even have the decency to bring him onto the motherfuckin sidewalk
And let him have peace
Officer he ain’t know it was a paint gun
Bitch bullets don’t shoot out lookin all orange and blue
The fuck wrong with you
That was my only son you motherfuckin fool
Man I should get rid of you
I would kill for my son
How the fuck did this happen
Shit, last night we both didn’t go out cause we passed out on the couch nappin’
How can I explain this to my wife and his sister
Are you listening mister
When she gonna do when her brother can’t kiss her
This was a 15 year old that you just shot in the dome
Took out his phone to call to his home
That he had just passed
Lemme guess deep down you laughed
You said another rugrat off the street
Bitch you a rough draft of police
Killin these innocent lives
And complainin when you get 25
Bitch lemme take your sons life and see how you like it
Motherfucker you might get extradicted
Back to the hell that you came from
Fuck you and that whole station
For hiring you and them letting this happen
Give me a slap on the wrist and I tap in
My son got forced out of a future
Now all I see on the computers
Is a hashtag with his name next to it
And people sayin this aint what Martin Luther
Was talkin about at all
You motherfuckers need to rethink what you doin
So other families don’t end up losin a loved one
About, police brutality
I ain’t ready for this Aftermath
Please don’t let me think that this is the aftermath
My son loved his dad, my son you can’t be gone
Sorry I did you wrong, sorry I hit that bong
I said I ain’t ready for this Aftermath
Please don’t let me think that this is the aftermath
My son loved his dad, my son you can’t be gone
Sorry I did you wrong, sorry I hit that bong
That made me fall asleep
Instead goin to look
My son I love you...
Look this was all fictional but
Don't let police brutality end up like this
Fix your ways
The lyrics of REM's (R.E.M.) song "Aftermath" tells a fictional but powerful narrative about a father who receives a phone call from the police informing him that his unarmed 15-year old son had been shot and killed after being mistaken for having a real gun. The song explores the aftermath of police brutality, the pain, and anguish that the father feels, and the systemic injustice of the police shooting.
The father, who is cooking chili and waiting for his son to come home, starts to worry when he doesn't show up. He calls his son but instead gets a call from the police telling him to come down to the scene where his son was shot. As he rushes to the scene, he laments his own personal problems, such as depression and paranoia that make it difficult for him to be there for his family.
As he arrives at the scene, he sees his son's lifeless body, lying in the middle of the street, ignored and surrounded by police officers. The father becomes enraged at the police's casual disregard for his son's life, highlighting that the officers don't even bother bringing his son's body onto the sidewalk. The chorus of the song reflects the father's disbelief and desperation:
"I ain’t ready for this aftermath
Please don’t let me think that this is the aftermath
My son loved his dad, my son, you can’t be gone
Sorry I did you wrong, sorry I hit that bong."
In conclusion, through this song, REM (R.E.M.) criticizes police brutality and its impact on families, especially African American families, who experience detrimental consequences due to racially motivated profiling and discrimination. The song is a powerful testament to the ongoing and pervasive nature of police brutality and a call to action to demand change and accountability from the police system.
Line by Line Meaning
I’m just in the kitchen chillin’
I am currently relaxing in the kitchen
Makin’ my chili, bitchin’
Preparing chili and complaining
Where the fucks this kid, starting to think he’s gone missin’
Wondering where my child is and starting to worry that he might be missing
It’s quarter past eleven
It is currently 11:15 PM
But I’ll make the executive decision
I will make an important decision
To wait until midnight to go searchin’
Choosing to wait until midnight to start searching for my child
I’m sure he’s fine, he was hanging out with his buddy Ryan
Assuming my child is okay since he was with his friend Ryan
Listenin’ to Royce Da 5’9”, cause I put him and my daughter on since they was only children
My children are currently listening to music by Royce Da 5’9”, I introduced them to his music when they were younger
I stay milkin all my problems, ever since I had depression
I tend to dwell on my problems, especially since I have depression
My mind works in different ways, I can’t even listen to my lady
My thought process is unique and I struggle to listen to my partner
Telling me that I annoy her cause it makes me think she’s leaving me
When my partner tells me that I am annoying, I worry that she might leave me
Fuck paranoia
I am frustrated with my own paranoia
I don’t know yeah
I am uncertain and unsure of what to do
I got my own issues within this entire room
I have personal issues that affect my surroundings
I can’t even air out the elephant
I cannot address the obvious issue at hand
So fuck it take some mushrooms and snooze
I will consume psychedelic mushrooms and go to sleep
Got woken up out of a sleep to some phone call
I was awakened by a phone call while sleeping
From my son but it was the police on the other end
The call was from the police, not my son
Sayin to come meet
The police wanted me to come meet them
My son was holding a paint gun right next to Elm street
My son was holding a toy gun near Elm Street
And the police beat the hell out em
The police physically assaulted my son
And shot THREE! Times
The police shot my unarmed son three times
At an unarmed child
The police shot an innocent child who was unarmed
He wasn’t even wavin that shit
My son was not even pointing the toy gun
But just because he is mixed that don’t mean they thinkin with Logic
The police acted illogically because my son is of mixed race
I scream on the phone
I yelled into the phone
You motherfuckers best not had killed him
I told the police that they better not have killed my son
I hung up the phone, then I ran to get clothes
After hanging up the phone with the police, I quickly got dressed
I swung open the car door not tellin my family shit
I immediately got into my car and did not inform my family
I started choking up as im honkin on the horn stuck in traffic
I became emotional and started to cry while honking my car horn in traffic
I ain’t ready for this Aftermath
I am not prepared for the aftermath of this situation
Please don’t let me think that this is the aftermath
I am hoping that this is not the aftermath of my son's death
My son loved his dad, my son you can’t be gone
I am devastated by the loss of my son who loved me
Sorry I did you wrong, sorry I hit that bong
I regret my past mistakes, such as smoking marijuana
This feels like it only happens
I feel like this only happens
To people like me, family’s like mine
Families like mine are often affected by situations like this
Oh shit this is a one in a million
Although rare, this situation has happened to me
Except it’s 2019 and this police brutality
Despite the time period, police brutality is still an ongoing issue
That nobody realizes these cops are whats killin
People do not realize that the actions of the police are causing deaths
They call em the ops
The police are called "ops"
Because they are the opposite of what they supposed to be doin
The police are not doing what they are supposed to be doing
I get to the scene
I arrive at the location where my son was killed
And all that I see
All I can see
Is my son layin in the middle of the street
My son's body is lying in the middle of the street
They didn’t even have the decency to bring him onto the motherfuckin sidewalk
The police did not have the decency to move my son's body to the sidewalk
And let him have peace
Allow my son's body to rest in peace
Officer he ain’t know it was a paint gun
My son did not know the toy gun was mistaken for a real gun
Bitch bullets don’t shoot out lookin all orange and blue
Paint bullets do not appear to be real bullets
The fuck wrong with you
What is your problem?
That was my only son you motherfuckin fool
My son was my only child, and you are a complete idiot
Man I should get rid of you
I would like to get rid of you
I would kill for my son
I would do anything for my son
How the fuck did this happen
How did this situation occur?
Shit, last night we both didn’t go out cause we passed out on the couch nappin’
Last night, my son and I did not go out because we fell asleep on the couch
How can I explain this to my wife and his sister
I am unsure of how to explain this to my wife and daughter
Are you listening mister
Are you even listening to me?
When she gonna do when her brother can’t kiss her
How will my daughter cope without her brother to kiss her?
This was a 15 year old that you just shot in the dome
The police shot and killed a 15 year old child
Took out his phone to call to his home
My son was attempting to call home before he died
That he had just passed
That he had just died
Lemme guess deep down you laughed
I assume that you secretly found this amusing
You said another rugrat off the street
You referred to my son as just another child off the street
Bitch you a rough draft of police
You are a poor example of a police officer
Killin these innocent lives
The police are responsible for taking innocent lives
And complainin when you get 25
The police complain about their job even though they chose it themselves
Bitch lemme take your sons life and see how you like it
I challenge you to experience the loss of a child yourself
Motherfucker you might get extradicted
You may get extradited and face legal consequences
Back to the hell that you came from
You should return to the place that you belong
Fuck you and that whole station
I am extremely angry at both you and the police department
For hiring you and them letting this happen
The police department is responsible for hiring you and allowing these incidents to occur
Give me a slap on the wrist and I tap in
Your punishment will not be sufficient
My son got forced out of a future
My son's life was taken away, preventing him from having a future
Now all I see on the computers
The only thing I can see on the internet
Is a hashtag with his name next to it
A social media hashtag with my son's name
And people sayin this aint what Martin Luther
Some people argue that this is not what Martin Luther King Jr. would have wanted
Was talkin about at all
This is not in line with Martin Luther King Jr.'s teachings
You motherfuckers need to rethink what you doin
The police must reconsider their actions
So other families don’t end up losin a loved one
To prevent other families from experiencing the loss of a loved one
About, police brutality
The song focuses on police brutality
I said I ain’t ready for this Aftermath
I am not prepared for the aftermath of my son's death
That made me fall asleep
This situation made me so emotional that I fell asleep
Instead goin to look
Instead of going to see my son
My son I love you...
I love my son
Look this was all fictional but
This story is fictional, but
Don't let police brutality end up like this
We must work to prevent police brutality and similar tragedies from occurring
Fix your ways
The police must change their ways
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Matthew Stotz
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@jamalakhtar1529
Now the radio stutters, snaps to life.
Some sour song that sets it right.
And when London falls
He'd like to call
But the stars collide.
They're beautiful and much maligned.
In a universe where you see the worst,
And it's up to you to fix it.
Now you've worked it out
And you see it all
And you've worked it out
And you see it all
And you want to shout
How you see it all
It's easy to dismiss the "what's it all about" crowd.
There is no doubt. it's this, here, now.
And you close your eyes.
He's not coming back.
So you work it out, overfeed the cat.
And the plants are dry and they need to drink.
So you do your best. and you flood the sink.
Sit down in the kitchen and cry.
Now you've worked it out
And you see it all
And you've worked it out
And you see it all
And you want to shout
How you see it all
Now the universe left you for a runners lap.
It feels like home when it comes crashing back.
And it makes you laugh
And it makes you cry,
When London falls
And you're still alive.
The radio stutters,
It makes you laugh
And the aftermath,
Open up your eyes.
You're so alive.
Now you've worked it out
And you see it all
And you've worked it out
And you see it all
And you want to shout
How you see it all
How you've worked it out
And you see it all
How you've worked it out
And you see it all
@bidhrohi12
Dear R.E.M., I think I speak for everyone when I say we'd totally be cool with you guys taking back the whole breaking up thing, and resuming your awesome work. Music needs you.
@dr.bombay7031
+bidhrohi12 As long as Bill comes back with them...
@musicmusic2511
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@paullagasse5504
That would be amazing if the original lineup came back
@bernettaepperson4122
My thoughts exactly 💯
@patricia382
If only, life would be wonderful and if they all came to live in Yorkshire a dream come true
@irenepepe97
Everytime I listen to a rem's song all I can think about is "I love them, I love them, I love them, I love them..."
@pistolsez
i love rem too
@OCTAVIOCAMPOS
Nobody can be the same person after to meet REM songs.
@silviastraffi1490
Me too