The Bonnie Dell House
Sarah and the Safe Word Lyrics
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And I don't give a fuck
I made my peace with the ghosts of the streets
And Iβ²m betting that'll be enough
I moved out west to San Francisco
Breathed in that fire smoke
Then found my heart in a northern song
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Whoβ²s going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now Iβ²m all alone
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone
Saying, "Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun."
Maybe I slept too long, lord, waiting for thΠ΅ sun
I wonβ²t suffer through the season in my shitty job
You can go ahΠ΅ad and let me go
Because I don't really care about your KPIs
Run and tell that to the CEO
And if you donβ²t understand why I can't be a man
Iβ²ll just tell you that it's need-to-know
Four years deep
Still no sleep
And baby, I'm ready to go
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Whoβ²s going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now Iβ²m all alone
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone
"Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun."
Maybe I slept too long, lord, waiting for the sun
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Whoβ²s going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now I'm all alone
God ainβ²t gonna call me on the telephone
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now Iβ²m all alone
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone
"Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun."
Maybe I slept too long, lord, waiting for the sun
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now Iβ²m all alone ("Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun.")
God ainβ²t gonna call me on the telephone
Wood, nails, bites, and bones (A story seldom understood)
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends (A story seldom understood)
Now Iβ²m all alone
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone
Wood, nails, bites, and bones (A story seldom understood)
Whoβ²s going to pray when they carry you home
Welcome to Winterwood
The song "The Bonnie Dell House" by Sarah and the Safe Word is a poignant reflection of the life of a drifter, someone who has moved from place to place, never really putting down roots, and is finally coming to the realization that it's time to go home. The lyrics are a mix of gritty realism and dreamy introspection, with the singer contemplating the ghosts of the streets, the fire smoke of San Francisco, and the need to make one's way back home. The use of wood, nails, bites, and bones in the chorus speaks to the ephemeral nature of life, and the fact that we are all ultimately left alone at the end, with no one to pray for us or comfort us.
The song is marked by a mood of resignation and acceptance, with the singer embracing the fact that they may have slept too long, waiting for the sun to rise, but that it's never too late to make a change. They reject the idea of suffering through a shitty job and placating the demands of a CEO, and instead, choose to strike out on their own, confident in the knowledge that they have made some friends along the way, even if they are now all alone.
Line by Line Meaning
It's 4 a.m. on Bonnie Dell
It's early in the morning on a street named Bonnie Dell
And I don't give a fuck
I don't care at all
I made my peace with the ghosts of the streets
I've come to terms with the memories of this place
And I'm betting that'll be enough
I'm hoping that will suffice
I moved out west to San Francisco
I relocated to San Francisco
Breathed in that fire smoke
I was exposed to the smoke of the wildfires
Then found my heart in a northern song
I connected with a song from the north
I guess I'm going to make my way back home
I'm planning to return home
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
An indication of a story that is not well understood
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
Who will offer prayers for you when you're no longer here
I made some friends
I formed some friendships
Now I'm all alone
Now I'm by myself
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone
God won't reach out to me directly
Saying, 'Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun.'
Perhaps I've been inactive for too long waiting for progress
Maybe I slept too long, lord, waiting for the sun
Perhaps I've been inactive for too long waiting for progress
I won't suffer through the season in my shitty job
I won't endure another season in my terrible job
You can go ahead and let me go
You're free to release me
Because I don't really care about your KPIs
Because I'm not truly invested in your performance metrics
Run and tell that to the CEO
Go ahead and report that to the CEO
And if you don't understand why I can't be a man
And if you fail to comprehend why I can't act like a typical man
I'll just tell you that it's need-to-know
I will only inform you if it is necessary
Four years deep
After four years
Still no sleep
I'm still plagued by insomnia
And baby, I'm ready to go
And I'm ready to leave
Welcome to Winterwood
Welcome to Winterwood
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