Crumble
Sage Francis Lyrics


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They've said it every year but this times it seems like
The end is near and I'm in line to see the light
How far does this black tunnel go
I got a car but the gas is running low

And as long as I've known the bumps and creeks of this house
It's starting to make the types of sounds that only comes from people's mouths
You can't tell me it's still settling
Built on an Indian burial ground killing everything

The childhood scar on my chin is back again
That old jump over my own leg dance move has to end
I've seen better days in my night terrors
I was a bike messenger without a bike and I would write letters

Ask directions to your whereabouts
Before the slow walk the rest of the show-offs were pealing out
To many hares only one tortise
That's why I left this city, too fast paced for this HO-HUM TAURUS

By the time I developed the pictures
They're as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures
If distance is a girl's best friend
Tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with DIAMONDS

Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldn't have
Diamonds cut, but coal burns and nothing lasts forever
Don't know why I bothered saving any of your letters,they're just aged paper
Crumbling

Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldn't have




Diamonds cut, the cold burns and nothing lasts
Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes

Overall Meaning

The song "Crumble" by Sage Francis delves into themes of mortality and the fleeting nature of life. The lyrics paint a picture of a person who feels like they are nearing the end of their journey, both metaphorically and literally. They are in a dark tunnel with little gas left in their car, representing the end of their physical life. The house they are in is making strange noises as if it is alive and trying to communicate, perhaps symbolizing the fear of death and uncertainty about what comes after. The reference to an Indian burial ground further adds an ominous tone to the song.


Throughout the song, the singer reflects on memories from their past, such as a childhood injury that has returned, and their days as a bike messenger. They also contemplate how time has impacted their life and relationships, such as blurry memories and letters that have crumbled with age. The lines "Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldn't have / Diamonds cut, but coal burns and nothing lasts forever" suggest a reflection on the meaningless pursuit of material possessions, which ultimately cannot be taken with them when they die.


The song ends with the haunting line "Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes", which can be interpreted in different ways. It may be a reference to holding onto the memories of a loved one who has passed, or a larger commentary on the futility of trying to cling onto something that has already ended.


Overall, "Crumble" is a poignant and thought-provoking song that encourages listeners to reflect on their own mortality and the legacy they leave behind.


Line by Line Meaning

They've said it every year but this time it seems like
Despite people frequently predicting the end of the world, it feels more real this time


The end is near and I'm in line to see the light
The singer feels that their time on Earth is coming to an end and they are ready to pass on


How far does this black tunnel go
The unknown of what comes after death scares the singer


I got a car but the gas is running low
The artist is lacking the necessary resources for their journey through life and beyond


And as long as I've known the bumps and creeks of this house
The artist is familiar with their surroundings


It's starting to make the types of sounds that only comes from people's mouths
The singer is hearing noises that are unsettling and suggest a human presence


You can't tell me it's still settling
The singer does not believe that the noises are just from the house settling


Built on an Indian burial ground killing everything
The artist believes that the presence of the house on an Indian burial ground has brought negative energy and death


The childhood scar on my chin is back again
The artist is experiencing a resurgence of a painful memory


That old jump over my own leg dance move has to end
The artist is acknowledging that they are aging and can no longer do certain things


I've seen better days in my night terrors
The singer's nightmares are better than their current reality


I was a bike messenger without a bike and I would write letters
The artist was struggling to achieve their goals and had to resort to unconventional methods


Ask directions to your whereabouts
The singer is lost and seeking guidance


Before the slow walk the rest of the show-offs were pealing out
Before everyone else left, the singer was already moving at a slower pace


Too many hares only one tortoise
The singer feels like they are moving at a slower pace compared to the rest of the world


That's why I left this city, too fast-paced for this HO-HUM TAURUS
The artist felt that they did not fit in with the busy lifestyle of the city and their astrological sign didn't help


By the time I developed the pictures
The artist waited too long to take action


They're as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures
The singer's memory of certain events in their life are hazy and unclear


If distance is a girl's best friend
The singer believes that women prefer men who are far away and unattainable


Tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with DIAMONDS
The artist is addressing women who prioritize material possessions and hoping they will learn the truth about love


Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldn't have
The artist feels like they were utilized and exploited for their labor and efforts were in vain


Diamonds cut, but coal burns and nothing lasts forever
The artist is emphasizing the temporary nature of material possessions


Don't know why I bothered saving any of your letters, they're just aged paper
The singer regretfully kept letters from a past relationship, but realizes they are just objects with no emotional value


Crumbling
The artist is acknowledging the fleeting nature of life and all its components




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Written by: SAGE FRANCIS

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Cheche Garcia


on Buckets Of Silence

I never held a funeral for that big part of me that died.
I need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind.
I need to piece my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in.
need to find someone to confide in, and with the rest i need to start restin'.
needless to say, i couldn't hide.
fifteen grown men shouldn't cry.

Cheche Garcia


on Message Sent

I've got some letters inside of my drawer
that should have been stamped and delivered
One is addressed to my ex
it says I'm the type of kid who can't be lived with
One is addressed to my friends
it says I'm a mess so y'all can't visit
One is addressed to myself
but I don't know what personality or hand to give it