Fool's Gold
Sharp Bree Lyrics
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The wrecking ball blues are coming again
And Latham says, "Babe, you know life is a ride"
But living's no fun when you're dead inside
I pierce myself to wake up my veins
I'd pierce my heart if I thought things would change
But I'm just like the skin that's been stung and restung
For a girl of my age why am I so numb?
I've been chasing a lie I was sold
Running down thieves and fool's gold
And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal
I've been swallowed up by greed. I've been spat upon by lust
If they ain't playing with your money they're playing with your trust
And I'm trying so hard to stop sitting still
To gather the juice that's been spent or been spilled
To find a spark in myself that hasn't been killed
Cause if Death doesn't get you then Life surely will
I've been chasing a lie I was sold
Running down thieves and fool's gold
And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal
We've been chasing a lie we were sold
We're runnig down thieves and fool's gold
And these Christmas dreams are just painted, just painted
Just painted, just painted
Coal
The lyrics to Sharp Bree's song "Fool's Gold" seem to be about the disillusionment and disappointment that come with growing up and facing the harsh realities of the world. The singer is feeling weighed down emotionally and physically, comparing their bent-over posture to that of a crane and referencing the wrecking ball blues, which suggests a sense of things falling apart or being torn down. However, when Latham offers an optimistic view of life being a ride, the singer can't connect to it because they feel dead inside.
The second verse takes on a more desperate tone, as the singer talks about self-harm as a way to feel something more than numbness. However, they recognize that ultimately they are just going through the motions like a piece of skin that's been repeatedly stung and that the songs they sing are nothing new. The repeated phrase "and for a girl of my age why am I so numb?" suggests a sense of feeling trapped or limited by societal expectations. The chorus offers a succinct summary of the theme, with the singer declaring that they've been chasing a lie they were sold, looking for something that doesn't exist (fool's gold) and that their dreams are just painted coal.
The third verse shifts to a more political perspective, with the singer commenting on how greed and lust have impacted their life. They feel like they can't trust anyone and they're constantly on guard, but they're also aware that they can't stagnate or wallow in their pain. The final line of the verse, "cause if Death doesn't get you then Life surely will," is a bleak but pointed commentary on the inescapable nature of mortality. The final repetition of the chorus, with the addition of "we've been chasing a lie we were sold," suggests that the singer is not alone in their disillusionment and that their experiences reflect a larger societal issue.
Line by Line Meaning
My head is heavy and bent like a crane
I feel burdened and weary, with my thoughts hanging low and dragging me down.
The wrecking ball blues are coming again
I'm anticipating more pain and destruction in my life, like a building being demolished.
And Latham says, "Babe, you know life is a ride"
Someone is telling me that life is full of ups and downs, like a roller coaster.
But living's no fun when you're dead inside
Even though life has its ups and downs, it's hard to enjoy it when you feel empty, numb, or depressed.
I pierce myself to wake up my veins
I cut or prick myself as a way of feeling alive, awake, or in control of my body.
I'd pierce my heart if I thought things would change
I'm willing to hurt myself even more if it meant making a real difference or a positive change in my life.
But I'm just like the skin that's been stung and restung
I feel like I've been hurt over and over again, and the pain keeps coming back like a repeated sting.
And the campfire songs that are sung and resung
I'm tired of hearing the same old stories, songs, or cliches that are supposed to inspire or comfort me, but feel hollow or fake.
For a girl of my age why am I so numb?
I'm wondering why I can't feel more alive, curious, or passionate, especially when I'm young and supposed to be full of energy and potential.
I've been chasing a lie I was sold
I've been trying to pursue a false promise, goal, or ideal that I believed would make me happy, but it only led to disappointment or pain.
Running down thieves and fool's gold
I'm pursuing people or things that seem valuable or precious, but are actually cheap, fake, or stolen from me or others.
And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal
Even the holiday season, which is supposed to be magical and joyful, feels empty or fake to me, like a shiny rock that turns out to be worthless.
I've been swallowed up by greed. I've been spat upon by lust
I've been consumed by my desire for money, power, or pleasure, and it only made me feel worse or more used.
If they ain't playing with your money they're playing with your trust
People are either trying to cheat you out of your money or your trust, and it's hard to know who or what to believe anymore.
And I'm trying so hard to stop sitting still
I'm making an effort to break out of my rut, my routine, or my passivity, and do something different, challenging, or meaningful.
To gather the juice that's been spent or been spilled
I'm trying to salvage or recapture some of the energy, creativity, or passion that I've wasted or lost along the way.
To find a spark in myself that hasn't been killed
I'm looking for some hope or inspiration, some inner fire or motivation, that hasn't been extinguished yet, despite all the setbacks and failures.
Cause if Death doesn't get you then Life surely will
I'm aware that life is a risky, unpredictable, and temporary state, and even if I manage to avoid death, I'll still have to face many challenges, losses, and changes.
We've been chasing a lie we were sold
We as a society or a generation have been misled or manipulated into believing something that is false, harmful, or unsustainable.
We're runnig down thieves and fool's gold
We're trying to expose or punish those who exploit, cheat, or mislead us, and we're also trying to reclaim what is truly valuable, meaningful, or just.
And these Christmas dreams are just painted, just painted
Even though we associate Christmas with miracles, joy, and togetherness, we're starting to see through the commercial, superficial, or divisive aspects of it.
Just painted, just painted
We're emphasizing the emptiness, falseness, or superficiality of those dreams or ideals.
Coal
We're emphasizing the darkness, coldness, or worthlessness of those dreams or ideals.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JANE WIEDLIN, MAIA SARI SHARP, BELINDA CARLISLE
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