Red Alone
Rob Crow's Gloomy Place Lyrics


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It′s been a while
It's kinda muddled
There was a blast, I′m thinking
"Oh my God, there's a penny
And there's another
There′s a pile of change"

I′ve been absorbed
And now I'm racing by your house
I′m too obscured
To be seen
Just by the naked eye alone
Calloused, endured
Surreal, ignored
By just the dream
To heal before
The wound is cleared
A life in shame of your belief

Kids on the outside wave
Breathe on the glass and draw with a finger
Maybe it's just a normal day
Pick up a brick, smash windows and make you fly

Hey
Think of a number, write it on paper
Wrap it around your handlebars
This is a memory constructed to make you cry

It′s on the fly
Can't fake another.
Fill up the glass, I′m shaking
Oh my God, that's a memory
And that's another
And here comes the shame

And I pretend that I don′t mind
But I am full
And I remember things that make me rip
My eyes out of my skull
And I divine
The things that I can′t handle
No epithet
Can set beside this angle of angels

I've been absorbed
And now I′m racing by your house
I'm too obscured
To be seen
Just by the naked eye alone

I′ve been absorbed
And now I'm racing by your house
I′m too obscured
To be seen
Just by the naked eye alone
Who are you supposed to save?




Is this an exercise in absorption?
How far will you go to avoid their name?

Overall Meaning

The song "Red Alone" by Rob Crow's Gloomy Place is a creative blend of meaningful and enigmatic lyrics that pose questions and imply personal struggle. The first part of the lyrics sets an ambiguous tone and conveys a sense of chaos and confusion. The lines "It's been a while/ It's kinda muddled/ There was a blast, I'm thinking" convey a loss of memory, and the sudden arrival of coins makes the singer question their surroundings. The latter half of the lyrics relays a more personal backstory, with lines that suggest a rejection of life lived in shame or the questioning of one's beliefs.


The repetition of "I've been absorbed/ And now I'm racing by your house/ I'm too obscured/ To be seen/ Just by the naked eye alone" hints at an ongoing personal struggle that the singer tries to avoid and elude. The line, "Who are you supposed to save?" questions the purpose of living a life of deception and gloss over the truth. It is a song that speaks to the inner turmoil of humanity, the pain, and shame people can feel, and the struggle of preserving one’s truth in a world that often does not accept it.


Line by Line Meaning

It's been a while
It's been some time since I've been affected by something


It's kinda muddled
My thoughts feel unclear and confused


There was a blast, I'm thinking
Something significant happened, which I am now reflecting on


"Oh my God, there's a penny
I am noticing small and seemingly insignificant things around me


And there's another
I'm finding more of these small, meaningless things


There's a pile of change"
I've collected a lot of these small, inconsequential things


I've been absorbed
I've become completely caught up in my thoughts and feelings


And now I'm racing by your house
I'm moving quickly and urgently toward someone or something


I'm too obscured
I'm difficult to perceive, notice or to understand


To be seen
My true self or intentions are difficult to discern


Just by the naked eye alone
It would be impossible to understand me just by looking at the outside


Calloused, endured
I've been through difficult times and have developed a tough exterior


Surreal, ignored
I feel like I'm in a dream and others aren't paying attention to me


By just the dream
I'm being influenced or controlled by my own subconscious


To heal before
I need to work through my problems and unresolved issues


The wound is cleared
Until I've truly processed and dealt with my past, I can't move on


A life in shame of your belief
I feel guilty about my life choices and the beliefs I hold


Kids on the outside wave
Children are playing outside, unaffected by my problems


Breathe on the glass and draw with a finger
The children are drawing on a window with their breath


Maybe it's just a normal day
To the children, this is just an ordinary day


Pick up a brick, smash windows and make you fly
The facade of normalcy is shattered when someone unexpectedly does something violent


Hey
A signal to get someone's attention


Think of a number, write it on paper
A distraction or diversion technique to take someone's mind off of their problems


Wrap it around your handlebars
A symbolic action to add meaning and emotional significance to an object or activity


This is a memory constructed to make you cry
This action is done purposely to evoke powerful emotions and nostalgia


Can't fake another
I'm at my limit and can't pretend any longer


Fill up the glass, I'm shaking
I'm overwhelmed with emotions and need to calm down


Oh my God, that's a memory
I've just remembered something from my past


And that's another
There are many other memories that follow


And here comes the shame
These memories cause me to feel guilty and self-conscious


And I pretend that I don't mind
I try to hide my true emotions and feelings


But I am full
My emotions are at capacity, and I can't hide them any longer


And I remember things that make me rip
Certain memories and thoughts cause me to become very emotional


My eyes out of my skull
I become overwhelmed and don't know how to react to my emotions


And I divine
I start to understand and get a clearer view of my problems


The things that I can't handle
I recognize that there are certain things that are too difficult for me to deal with alone


No epithet
No label or insult


Can set beside this angle of angels
There is something spiritual and otherworldly about the problems I am facing


Who are you supposed to save?
I am asking someone who their priority or responsibility lies with


Is this an exercise in absorption?
Am I the only one who is focusing only on myself and my problems?


How far will you go to avoid their name?
Will you try to distract yourself or run away from the person or issue at hand?




Writer(s): Robertdale Rulon Crow

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