Riding Tigers
Slapp Happy Lyrics


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We're not well, dear. Toll the bell, dear.
As our lives dissolve we revolve
Lonely & uninvolved.
Pencil thin, we're near done in, we're
masticating maize. An empty gaze,
sitting like that for days.
Try as we may, calendars
are scattered, furnaces go cold,
wardrobes flap in tatters, you & I grow old.





Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Slapp Happy's "Riding Tigers" paint a dark and melancholic picture of two individuals who are struggling to cope with the loneliness and isolation of life. The first two lines, "We're not well, dear. Toll the bell, dear." suggest that the singers are suffering from some sort of mental or emotional ailment, and that they are on the verge of giving up. The next line, "As our lives dissolve we revolve" reflects the sense of detachment that the singers feel from the world around them, as though they are watching their lives played out like a movie.


The following lines, "Lonely & uninvolved. Pencil thin, we're near done in, we're masticating maize" reveal the physical toll that their emotional state has taken on them. As they withdraw further into themselves, they become increasingly frail and disconnected from their bodies. The image of "masticating maize" suggests that they are barely able to sustain themselves, and are simply going through the motions of living.


Line by Line Meaning

We're not well, dear. Toll the bell, dear.
We are not in a good state, my dear. It is time to announce the end of our suffering, my dear.


As our lives dissolve we revolve
Our existence is disintegrating, and we are moving in circles without any clear direction.


Lonely & uninvolved.
We feel isolated and disconnected from the world around us.


Pencil thin, we're near done in, we're masticating maize.
We are frail and weak, almost at the brink of collapse, and we are mindlessly chewing on corn.


An empty gaze, sitting like that for days.
Our eyes convey no emotion as we remain motionless for days, lost in our thoughts.


Try as we may, calendars are scattered, furnaces go cold, wardrobes flap in tatters, you & I grow old.
Despite our efforts, our schedules are disorganized, our sources of warmth are diminishing, our clothes are torn and worn out, and we are aging with every passing moment.




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