Spit Of You
Sam Fender Lyrics


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They say I'm the spit of you
And they're not wrong
Bury my head too
Stomach hurts all the time
Can't shift it
Been like that since eight
Knotted up with the baggage
Neck like a stone
All sounds just like you
Smashing cups off the floor
And kickin' walls through
That's me and you

I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you

You kissed her forehead
And it ran like a tap
No more than four stone soaked wet through
And I'd never seen you like that
Spun me out
Hurt me right through
'Cause it was love
In all its agony
Every bit of me hurtin' for you
'Cause one day that'll be your forehead I'm kissin'
And I'll still look exactly like you

And I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
Hey

And I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
And I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone




I can't talk to you
Come on, hey

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Sam Fender's song "Spit Of You" are about the relationship between a father and son. The opening lines "They say I'm the spit of you, And they're not wrong" indicates that the son has inherited not only his father's physical appearance, but also some of his emotional traits. The son "bury (his) head too, (has a) stomach hurts all the time (and) can't shift it" which suggests that he struggles with anxiety or emotional baggage just like his father. The phrase "neck like a stone" is also used to highlight the burden of carrying emotional baggage.


The second half of the song describes a painful memory that the son associates with his father. The line "You kissed her forehead, and it ran like a tap" suggests that the father was crying while kissing someone's forehead, possibly his wife or partner. This seems to have hurt the son deeply, as he was "spun out" and "hurt… right through." However, even though this memory is painful, the son recognizes the love behind the tears, and acknowledges that "one day that'll be (his) forehead I'm kissing/And I'll still look exactly like you."


The refrain of "I can talk to anyone/I can't talk to you" suggests that there is a communication barrier between the father and son. While the son is able to talk to others, he is unable to communicate with his father, perhaps due to a lack of emotional connection or understanding.


Line by Line Meaning

They say I'm the spit of you
People say that I am your spitting image


And they're not wrong
And they are correct


Bury my head too
I bury my head just like you


Stomach hurts all the time
I have stomach pain constantly


Can't shift it
I can't get rid of it


Been like that since eight
It has been like that since I was eight years old


Knotted up with the baggage
I am all tied up with the emotional baggage


Neck like a stone
My neck is heavy like a stone


All sounds just like you
All the noises I make sound just like you


Smashing cups off the floor
I break cups on the floor


And kicking walls through
I kick through walls


That's me and you
That's how we are


You kissed her forehead
You kissed her on the forehead


And it ran like a tap
Tears ran down her face like a faucet


No more than four stone soaked wet through
She weighed no more than four stone and was drenched in tears


And I'd never seen you like that
And I had never seen you act like that


Spun me out
It upset me


Hurt me right through
It hurt me deeply


'Cause it was love
Because it was an expression of love


In all its agony
Despite the pain it caused


Every bit of me hurtin' for you
I hurt deeply for you


'Cause one day that'll be your forehead I'm kissing
Because one day I will be kissing your forehead


And I'll still look exactly like you
And I will still look exactly like you


And I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone except you


I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone except you


I can't talk to you
I cannot talk to you


Come on, hey
Let's continue




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Sam Fender

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@rubylancaster6689

They say I'm the spit of you
And they're not wrong
Bury my head too
Stomach hurts all the time
Can't shift it
Been like that since eight
Knotted up with the baggage
Neck like a stone
All sounds just like you
Smashing cups off the floor
And kicking walls through
That's me and you
I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
You kissed her forehead
And it ran like a tap
No more than four stone soaked wet through
And I'd never seen you like that
Spun me out
Hurt me right through
'Cause it was love
In all its agony
Every bit of me
Hurting for you
'Cause one day that'll be your forehead I'm kissing
And I'll still look exactly like you
And I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
Hey
I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
And I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
Come on, hey



@DreamerTunes

Lyrics:
They say I'm the spit of you
And they're not wrong
Bury my head too
Stomach hurts all the time
Can't shift it
Been like that since eight

Knotted up with the baggage
Neck like a stone
All sounds just like you
Smashing cups off the floor
And kicking walls through
That's me and you

I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you

You kissed her forehead
And it ran like a tap
No more than four stone soaked wet through
And I'd never seen you like that
Spun me out
Hurt me right through

'Cause it was love
In all its agony
Every bit of me
Hurting for you
'Cause one day that'll be your forehead I'm kissing
And I'll still look exactly like you

And I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
Hey

I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you

And I can talk to anyone
I can talk to anyone
I can't talk to you
Come on, hey



@eleonora1333

My old man passed away last year.
Due to the pandemic, I wasn't allowed to visit him in the hospital where he withered day after day, alone.
He owned a bar, where he used to organize live music events.
I remember our grey and sad town coming alive during these events, little bit happier, little bit more alive.
The nights pretty much always ended up in red (he had the habit of offering to drink to everyone) but he never really cared that much, all he wanted was to share his love for music with anyone who passed by.
He loved his job so much and I guess that's why, despite being a loving father, he was never really present when I was a kid.
We started to get closer in the last three years, more or less, bonding over our shared love for music.
I remember him constantly asking me to go with him to that concert there, this vinyl exhibition here.
But I also remember me constantly refusing because I was battling depression, thought still thinking that we could eventually go, once I got better, that we still had time.
Joke's on me because I got better and he got worse and time has run out now.
This song has brought back lots of unresolved feelings in me.
Thank you Sam, perhaps I needed this.



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About the same age and you're so right Mark!🙂

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He's a breath of fresh air and can actually sing

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He’s absolutely fantastic… I’m 48 btw

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