Juice
Slothrust Lyrics
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Every morning when I wake up but it's no use
I'm unwell
Can you tell that I'm sick in the brain?
3: 11 I look at the clock everyday
It's the same and I can't make it stop
It's not right
Can you F-I-G-U-R-E it out?
But resent you when you're here
And crawl inside myself
And whisper into my own ear
"I'm an animal."
And I'm a hamster in a plastic ball
And I am running toward your fireplace
Chemicals are melted in my fur
No whiskers left to poke my face
You pick me up and then you put me back down
I wanna piggyback ride all over the town
Do your knees hurt?
Do your knees hurt?
And I'm a hamster in a plastic ball
And I am running toward your fireplace
Chemicals are melted in my fur
No whiskers left to poke my face
The song "Juice" by Slothrust is a deep and introspective piece of music that explores the complexities of mental health and relationships. The lyrics are told from the perspective of a woman named Leah, who drinks juice every morning but still feels unwell. She feels sick in the brain and is trapped in a cycle of looking at the clock every day at 3:11 pm, unable to stop it. Leah believes something is wrong and challenges the listener to figure it out.
Leah's relationship with someone is also complicated, as she misses them when they're gone but resents them when they're around. She crawls into herself, whispers into her ear that she's an animal, and compares herself to a hamster in a plastic ball. She runs toward the person's fireplace, but chemicals have melted in her fur, it's left with no whiskers left to poke her face. She wants to be picked up and piggybacked around town, but she asks if the person's knees hurt, indicating her own insecurity and fear of burdening others.
Line by Line Meaning
My name is Leah and I drink juice
I am Leah and I drink juice as a part of my daily routine.
Every morning when I wake up but it's no use
Although I drink juice every morning when I wake up, it doesn't seem to be helping me feel better.
I'm unwell
I am not feeling well mentally and emotionally.
Can you tell that I'm sick in the brain?
Do you notice that something is wrong with me mentally?
3: 11 I look at the clock everyday
Everyday, I look at the clock at exactly 3:11 PM.
It's the same and I can't make it stop
Every time I look at the clock at 3:11 PM, it's always the same and I cannot stop it from happening.
It's not right
This is not normal or healthy behavior.
Can you F-I-G-U-R-E it out?
Can you figure out why I am doing this?
I miss you when you're gone
When you're not around, I feel a sense of loss and longing.
But resent you when you're here
At the same time, when you are actually here with me, I feel resentment towards you.
And crawl inside myself
I withdraw into my own thoughts and emotions.
And whisper into my own ear
I speak softly to myself, not expecting anyone else to hear me.
"I'm an animal."
I feel like a wild and uncontrollable creature, incapable of rational thought or behavior.
And I'm a hamster in a plastic ball
I feel trapped and confined in a small space, like a hamster in a plastic ball.
And I am running toward your fireplace
Despite the danger, I am moving towards a place that could potentially harm me.
Chemicals are melted in my fur
I am being affected by toxic substances that are causing harm to me.
No whiskers left to poke my face
I have lost any sense of balance or awareness, since even my whiskers cannot help me avoid danger anymore.
You pick me up and then you put me back down
You offer me temporary comfort, but then you leave me feeling even worse than before.
I wanna piggyback ride all over the town
I want to feel a sense of carefree joy and fun, even if it's just for a moment.
Do your knees hurt?
I am asking if you are also experiencing physical pain, possibly as a way to alleviate my own sense of suffering.
And I'm a hamster in a plastic ball
I feel trapped and powerless, unable to break free from my own mental and emotional struggles.
And I am running toward your fireplace
Despite the danger, I am moving towards a place that could potentially harm me, possibly as a way to self-destruct or escape my pain.
Chemicals are melted in my fur
Toxic substances are affecting me, perhaps as a way to represent my own unhealthy coping mechanisms or destructive behaviors.
No whiskers left to poke my face
I have lost any sense of balance or awareness, since even my whiskers cannot help me avoid danger anymore.
Writer(s): Leah Wellbaum
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