Mother
Sex Machine Octopus Lyrics
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Some things never get old
You'll be missing out, if you don't
Mother won't you come and read me
A story, and hold me
These things won't last forever
And while you're here won't you bring me a glass of water
The monsters, that will accompany me
Mother I may be too young to understand what is going on,
But I'll do my best.
I'm halfway there, I'm only eight
Father take it easy on her she does not need anymore.
She's in her bed,
She's trying hard, but she's feeling sad
Shapes inside the branches, they make me see
The monsters, that will accompany me.
On these long nights, when the dreams are far,
The monsters will accompany me.
Shapes inside the branches, they make me see
The monsters, that will accompany me
(That will accompany me)
The song "Mother" by Sex Machine Octopus is a poignant and bittersweet plea from a young child to his mother to come and spend time with him before bedtime. The child longs for a hug, a story, and a glass of water, all essential components of a goodnight routine that he cherishes. However, woven into the lyrics are deeper emotions of fear and anxiety, which form a crucial part of the child's experience. The child speaks of shapes within the branches that make him see monsters that will accompany him on long nights. These monsters embody the child's deepest fears and insecurities that he struggles to articulate.
Further, the lines, "Mother I may be too young to understand what is going on, but I'll do my best," hint at a troubling situation that the child is too young to comprehend fully, but he senses the gravity of the situation as he watches his mother struggle. The line, "Father, take it easy on her; she does not need anymore," adds depth to the song by suggesting that the father's behavior is a source of distress for the mother and the child. Overall, through its subtle and evocative lyrics, "Mother" captures the complexity of human relationships, the pain of growing up, and the importance of familial love and support.
Line by Line Meaning
Mother won't you, come and kiss me good night, sleep tight
Asking for a warm and comforting goodnight kiss from his mother while wishing for a peaceful and restful sleep
Some things never get old
Acknowledging the timeless importance and necessity of a mother's love and care
You'll be missing out, if you don't
Implying that one will regret not experiencing the love and nurturing of a mother
Mother won't you come and read me
A story, and hold me
These things won't last forever
And while you're here won't you bring me a glass of water
Requesting for a comforting storytelling and a warm embrace from his mother while understanding that these moments are fleeting and cherishing her presence while she's still around
Shapes inside the branches, they make me see.
Seeing imaginary creatures among the tree branches and being lost in his own thoughts
The monsters, that will accompany me
Imagining that these creatures will join him in his dreams and fill his mind with fears and worries
Mother I may be too young to understand what is going on,
But I'll do my best.
Confessing his confusion and vulnerability to his mother while assuring her of his determination to cope with whatever is happening
I'm halfway there, I'm only eight
Realizing that he still has a long way to go and grow, but acknowledging the progress he has made so far at his young age
Father take it easy on her she does not need anymore.
She's in her bed,
She's trying hard, but she's feeling sad
Pleading with his father to be gentle with his mother who is already exhausted and struggling, lying in bed and doing her best to cope with her sadness
On these long nights, when the dreams are far,
The monsters will accompany me.
Anticipating the dread and unease of the long, lonely nights and associating it with the imagined creatures from the tree branches
Shapes inside the branches, they make me see
The monsters, that will accompany me
(That will accompany me)
Reiterating the presence of the dreaded monsters that will continue haunting him in his imagination and his dreams
Writer(s): Georges Gagnon, Laurent Boland, Oliver Cohen-daigle, Samuel Morissette
Contributed by Thomas M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.