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Atlantic
Roebeck Lyrics
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His imaginations and his palindromes
It was anything but hear the voice
Anything but hear the voice
It was anything but hear the voice
That says that we're all basically alone
Poor Professor Pension had only good intentions
And turned into a playground a Petri dish
Of single cells would swing their fists at anything
That looks like easy prey in this
Nature show that rages every day
It was bound, a part his intuition say
We were all basically alone
And despite what all his studies had shown
What was mistaken for closeness, was just a case of mitosis
Weighed deception or mercy while others train for the show
And tell me doctor can you pull my file
?Cause he just wants to know the reason, the reason why
Why do they congregate in groups of four
Scatter like a billion spores
And let the wind just carry them away?
How can cutes be so mean
Our famous doctor tried to gleam
As he went home at the end of the day
In this Nature show that rages every day
It was bound apart his intuition, say
We were all basically all alone
Despite what all his studies had shown
What was mistaken for closeness, was just a case of mitosis
She fatal doses, malcontent to osmosis
Weighed deception or mercy while others are paying for the shot
Well, tell me doctor can you pull my file, reason why
The lyrics to Roebeck's song, "Atlantic," delve into the complexities of human relationships and the universal feeling of loneliness. The first stanza sets the tone for the rest of the song, describing how one keeps busy in order to avoid bitter emotional storms. The use of palindromes, which are words that can be read forwards or backwards, alludes to the cyclical nature of life and how one's imagination can be used to escape reality. However, despite these distractions, the universal truth remains that humans are essentially alone.
The second stanza tells the story of Poor Professor Pension, who had good intentions but ultimately made mistakes. He turned his laboratory into a playground for single cells, who then turned on each other in a show of primal aggression. This "nature show" symbolizes the viciousness of life and the feeling of being surrounded by chaos. Despite the professor's studies, he came to realize that what he perceived as closeness was actually just the process of mitosis - the scientific process of cell division.
The third stanza describes the doctor's attempts to understand and find a reason for human behavior. He wonders why humans congregate in groups of four and scatter like spores in the wind. He questions the nature of cruelty and the paradox of cutes being mean. Despite his knowledge and research, he too feels the weight of loneliness and wonders if there is a file that can give him answers.
Line by Line Meaning
His keeping busier as bitter storms
Despite the tumultuous events happening around him, he continues to keep himself occupied
His imaginations and his palindromes
He indulges in his fantasies and plays with language structures
It was anything but hear the voice
He actively avoided listening to the voice
Anything but hear the voice
He emphasizes his unwillingness to listen to the voice
That says that we're all basically alone
The voice conveys the sentiment that ultimately, we are all alone in this world
Poor Professor Pension had only good intentions
Professor Pension had noble aspirations
When he put his Bunsen burners all away
He abandoned his scientific pursuits
And turned into a playground a Petri dish
He created an environment where conflict and aggression thrived
Of single cells would swing their fists at anything
Individuals would react violently to anything that appeared weak or vulnerable
That looks like easy prey in this
They target anything that seems defenseless
Nature show that rages every day
The constant struggle for survival in the natural world
It was bound, a part his intuition say
It was inevitable, as his intuition told him
We were all basically alone
Despite the presence of others, we are ultimately alone
And despite what all his studies had shown
Despite his research indicating otherwise
What was mistaken for closeness, was just a case of mitosis
What appeared to be intimacy was merely a biological process of cell division
Weighed deception or mercy while others train for the show
He contemplates whether to deceive or show kindness, while others prepare for the harsh realities of life
And tell me doctor can you pull my file
He seeks answers from a medical professional
Cause he just wants to know the reason, the reason why
He yearns to understand the root cause of his feelings
Why do they congregate in groups of four
He questions why individuals tend to gather in groups of four
Scatter like a billion spores
Yet disperse easily, like spores in the wind
And let the wind just carry them away?
They allow themselves to be taken wherever the wind blows
How can cutes be so mean
He ponders how seemingly innocent beings can display such cruelty
Our famous doctor tried to gleam
The esteemed doctor attempted to understand
As he went home at the end of the day
After a long day, he reflected on his thoughts
She fatal doses, malcontent to osmosis
Her fatal attraction proved to be toxic, unwilling to move beyond a state of equilibrium
Weighed deception or mercy while others are paying for the shot
In a world where others are struggling, he ponders whether to deceive or show kindness
Well, tell me doctor can you pull my file, reason why
He seeks answers from a medical professional in order to understand the reason behind his feelings
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