Dislocated
Within the alternative world, Seven Mary Three have often been compared to … Read Full Bio ↴Within the alternative world, Seven Mary Three have often been compared to the mainstream-sounding, garage/arena rock of post-Ten Pearl Jam, but the group insists that their refusal to alienate themselves from the rest of the world makes them different. Instead, Seven Mary Three offer songs concerning self-discovery and true outsiders isolated from society. Based in Virginia (where the bandmates attended the College of William and Mary), Seven Mary Three signed to the Mammoth label after releasing a self-produced album, Churn, in 1994. The album -- particularly its gritty lead single, "Cumbersome" -- generated a healthy buzz in Florida, and radio stations in Orlando began devoting significant airtime to the band. Seven Mary Three relocated to the Orlando area and re-recorded their old songs, which were packaged alongside two new cuts to round out the band's proper debut, 1995's American Standard. With "Cumbersome" enjoying national success, the album went platinum and won the group a contract with Atlantic Records. Rock Crown followed in 1997, and a year later Seven Mary Three returned with their third LP, Orange Ave. Neither record enjoyed as much recognition as American Standard, but the band continued to release albums into the following decade, issuing The Economy of Sound in 2001 and Dis/Location three years later. Seven Mary Three signed with New York's Icon Records in late 2007, and the following year saw the release of their sixth effort, DAY&NIGHTDRIVING. Steve Huey, All Music Guide

Dislocated
Seven Mary Three Lyrics


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I had an awful wake up dream, everything was just what it seemed
I had a nightmare soaked in light, everything was cracked from inside
I've seen the way I go in the end, I shut my eyes to begin
Little black cars stretched out In a line
All moving backwards in time

There's no connection
There's no emotion
Everyone pretends it's such a beautiful thing

Killed by a memory
Tell me I don't have to be
Another number tacked to a wall 'cause
It leaves me dislocated

I fell I fall I'm falling still
Sleep speaks in little pink pills
One more chance to get it all wrong
That's all that you get from a radio song
I've told that story a thousand times
So I'm stealing yours to be mine

All those sad books and worn out hooks that hang a man up on the world

Killed by a memory
Tell me I won't ever be
Another picture tacked to a wall just
I'm just too dislocated

Killed by a memory
Tell me I won't ever be
Another number scratched on a wall just
Don't leave me dislocated

I read those sad books they inspired everything I thought I should hide

Killed by a memory
Tell me I won't ever be
Another number scratched on a wall just
Don't leave me dislocated

Killed by a memory
Tell me I could never be
Another dead-end brick in a wall
Just
Don't leave me dislocated

Tell me I don't have to be
Another number





Another dead end brick in a wall 'cause
It leaves me dislocated

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Dislocated" by Seven Mary Three touch upon feelings of confusion, isolation, and search for individuality. The singer describes his "awful wake up dream" and "nightmare soaked in light" as imagery for his perception of reality - everything appears to be just what it seems, but upon further inspection, it becomes clear that everything is "cracked from inside". The mention of "little black cars stretched out in a line, all moving backward in time" highlights a sense of being stuck in the past and unable to move forward.


The theme of disconnection is further explored in the lyrics, with the singer feeling as though there is no connection or emotion amongst those around him. The line "everyone pretends it's such a beautiful thing" further emphasizes the concept of people hiding their true selves and putting on a façade of happiness. The repetition of the phrase "killed by a memory" highlights the power of memories to hold us back and keep us feeling dislocated and unable to move on.


The singer's struggle to find his own identity is reflected in the line "so I'm stealing yours to be mine", suggesting a lack of sense of self and a desire to take on someone else's identity instead. The use of "sad books and worn out hooks that hang a man up on the world" is further imagery for feeling caught up and unable to break free. The final plea of "tell me I could never be another dead-end brick in a wall, just don't leave me dislocated" highlights the desperation to not be just another anonymous person who leaves no impact on the world.


Line by Line Meaning

I had an awful wake up dream, everything was just what it seemed
The singer had a bad dream that felt like reality


I had a nightmare soaked in light, everything was cracked from inside
The nightmare was made of unpleasant truths that were hard to swallow


I've seen the way I go in the end, I shut my eyes to begin
The singer knows how his life will end and tries to forget that image


Little black cars stretched out In a line
Cars are commuting in unison


All moving backwards in time
Life is passing by too fast and it feels like going in reverse


There's no connection
People are not truly connecting anymore


There's no emotion
People are not expressing their feelings authentically


Everyone pretends it's such a beautiful thing
People are pretending life is great when it's not true


Killed by a memory
The artist is haunted by a memory that's killing him inside


Tell me I don't have to be
The artist pleads not to be judged by society's standards


Another number tacked to a wall 'cause
The singer fears becoming just another statistic


It leaves me dislocated
All these stressful thoughts make the artist feel disconnected from everything


I fell I fall I'm falling still
The singer feels like he's always stumbling in life


Sleep speaks in little pink pills
The singer relies on medication to sleep


One more chance to get it all wrong
The singer is afraid of making the same mistakes again


That's all that you get from a radio song
The media only offers superficial comfort


I've told that story a thousand times
The artist is tired of his own story


So I'm stealing yours to be mine
The singer seeks inspiration in others' experiences


All those sad books and worn out hooks that hang a man up on the world
Despairing books and clichéd phrases keep people trapped in negativity


Another picture tacked to a wall just
The artist is afraid of being forgotten after he's gone


I'm just too dislocated
The artist's feelings of isolation are too strong


Another number scratched on a wall just
The artist is afraid to be reduced to a mere number or label


Don't leave me dislocated
The singer pleads not to be left feeling disconnected


Tell me I could never be
The artist doesn't want to conform to social norms


Another dead-end brick in a wall
The singer fears being stuck in an unsatisfying life


Just
The singer doesn't want these thoughts to become reality




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