The Grind
A slice of tremolo-heavy classic rock filtered through the lens of the guns… Read Full Bio ↴A slice of tremolo-heavy classic rock filtered through the lens of the gunslinging American West, Remo Drive is an indie rock band from Bloomington, Minnesota.

Members are Erik Paulson (vocals/guitar), Stephen Paulson (bass) and Sam Becht (drums).

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The Grind
Remo Drive Lyrics


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How isn't it in color?
HD, flat screen, refined
Carpet and leather
But the picture got dimmer
This year I could swear
The water tasted way worse
And I feel sick
The water tasted way worse

I was living all over
Point at a place on a map
I was down to go there
But if I'm being honest
I could feel the paper
Dulling up that shine
I could hear the friction
I could feel the grind

'Cause we're falling out of love
Love, love
We're falling out of love
Love, love

You were sporting some leather
Coma meat is murder
It doesn't get better, no
Currently my bed is reserved for the TV
For the TV, are you on the TV? No
So take that shit away from me

You're hungover
You're up all night, no light
Is this your infinite summer?
Dressed up like a king, I feel resentment
Boiling in my blood, ooh, I think it's time
That we give this shit up

'Cause we're falling out of love
Love, love
We're falling out of love
Love, love

'Cause we're falling out of love
Love, love




We're falling out of love
Love, love

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Remo Drive's "The Grind" paint a bleak picture of disillusionment with modern society. The opening lines suggest that the singer is experiencing a decline in the quality of life, despite living in a world that is seemingly technologically advanced and comfortable. They lament that things that were once vibrant and colorful have lost their luster and now seem dull and lifeless. The water, in particular, is described as having a bad taste, suggesting a contamination or poisoning that has gone unnoticed.


The second verse takes a more introspective turn, with the singer reflecting on their own restlessness and dissatisfaction. They speak of being willing to travel and explore new places but ultimately feeling unfulfilled. The metaphor of paper dulling up the shine suggests that the singer's ambitions and dreams are being eroded by the pressures of daily life, represented by the grind. The description of falling out of love in the chorus reinforces this idea, as the singer realizes that their relationship with the world around them has become strained and they no longer feel the same connection and passion.


The third verse shifts to a more confrontational tone, with the singer addressing an unnamed "you." They accuse this person of being hungover and up all night, suggesting a lack of responsibility or productivity. They then shift to a more political message, referencing the phrase "coma meat is murder" which is often used by animal rights activists to condemn factory farming practices. This suggests that the singer is frustrated with larger social and environmental issues and feels powerless to effect change. The final lines of the song suggest that it is time to move on and let go of these negative feelings.


Line by Line Meaning

How isn't it in color?
I expected things to be more vibrant and exciting, but they're not.


HD, flat screen, refined
The things I have are expensive and high-quality, but they don't bring me happiness.


Carpet and leather
I have nice things, but they feel hollow and unsatisfying.


But the picture got dimmer
My life used to be brighter and more exciting, but it's become dull and unfulfilling.


This year I could swear The water tasted way worse And I feel sick The water tasted way worse
Even the simplest things in life, like water, have lost their appeal and taste bad.


I was living all over Point at a place on a map I was down to go there But if I'm being honest I could feel the paper Dulling up that shine I could hear the friction I could feel the grind
I used to be excited to travel and explore new places, but now it just feels like going through the motions and losing the spark of adventure.


'Cause we're falling out of love Love, love We're falling out of love Love, love
Our relationship or connection to something is fading away and losing its passion and interest.


You were sporting some leather Coma meat is murder It doesn't get better, no Currently my bed is reserved for the TV For the TV, are you on the TV? No So take that shit away from me
Even material possessions and luxury items like leather don't bring satisfaction, and the only thing worth paying attention to is the TV, which has become our sole source of entertainment and escape.


You're hungover You're up all night, no light Is this your infinite summer? Dressed up like a king, I feel resentment Boiling in my blood, ooh, I think it's time That we give this shit up
We're stuck in a cycle of self-destruction and chasing temporary highs, but it's time to break free from it and find something more fulfilling.




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Written by: Erik Paulson, Stephen Paulson

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

mariah despyne

I was living in color
HD, flat screen, recline
Covered in leather
But the picture got dimmer
This year I could swear
The water tasted way worse
And I feel sick
The water tasted way worse
I was living all over
Point at a place on a map
I was down to go there
But if I'm being honest
I could feel the paper
Dulling up that shine
I could hear the friction
I could feel the grind

[Chorus]
'Cause we're falling out of love
Love, love
We're falling out of love
Love, ooh, love

[Verse 2]
You were sporting some leather
Over meat is murder
It doesn't get better, no
Irony like that is reserved for the TV
For the TV, are you on the TV? No
So take that shit away from me
You're hung over
You're up all night, no light
Is this your infinite summer?
Dressed up like a king, I feel resentment
Boiling in my blood, ooh, I think it's time
That we give this shit up

[Chorus]
'Cause we're falling out of love
Love, love
We're falling out of love
Love, love

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
'Cause we're falling out of love
Love, love
We're falling out of love
Love, love



All comments from YouTube:

Mariah McMinn

I have a feeling this album is gonna be the big thing for Remo Drive.

weedistight

things that did not age well

Mariah McMinn

Alessia Monai yeah...a lot has changed a year later😂.

Alessia A

Quite the opposite

BenyX

Mariah McMinn Na Lool greatest hits was the big album

The Reflecturbator II

Perfect music for driving through a giant horseshoe into a restaurant full of people.

Brayden Owsley

Fr, I'll listen to this next time I do that

Isaque S. Borges

thank you for this comment
made me laugh so hard

Brian Six

agreed

mariah despyne

I was living in color
HD, flat screen, recline
Covered in leather
But the picture got dimmer
This year I could swear
The water tasted way worse
And I feel sick
The water tasted way worse
I was living all over
Point at a place on a map
I was down to go there
But if I'm being honest
I could feel the paper
Dulling up that shine
I could hear the friction
I could feel the grind

[Chorus]
'Cause we're falling out of love
Love, love
We're falling out of love
Love, ooh, love

[Verse 2]
You were sporting some leather
Over meat is murder
It doesn't get better, no
Irony like that is reserved for the TV
For the TV, are you on the TV? No
So take that shit away from me
You're hung over
You're up all night, no light
Is this your infinite summer?
Dressed up like a king, I feel resentment
Boiling in my blood, ooh, I think it's time
That we give this shit up

[Chorus]
'Cause we're falling out of love
Love, love
We're falling out of love
Love, love

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
'Cause we're falling out of love
Love, love
We're falling out of love
Love, love

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