Telephrenic
Spouse Lyrics


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You're a telepathic
I'm a schizophrenic
You sent a message and it blew me away
It's such a good dynamic
I panic
I'm symptomatic of the things that you say

I take a psychedelic
But I'm not quite an addict yet
I'm just a fuck up on your weird holiday
If things get problematic
You'll shoot your automatic
Into the space between my right and my left lung

It's open season on my...
I better get to the point
Why don't you roll another-
What was it I was gonna say?

It's open season on my...
I better get to the point
Why don't you roll another joint
What was it I was gonna say?
Now that my thought has gone away...

It's all so systematic
The way it sounds like static
Don't try to call it tragic
Don't try to call it tragic
Don't try to call it tragic

You're a telepathic
I'm a schizophrenic
You sent a message and it blew me away
You say you're stuck in traffic




You know that I'm an addict
I'm just a fuck up on your weird holiday

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Spouse's song Telephrenic revolve around the theme of communication and how it can elicit various responses from different individuals. The opening lines juxtapose the two contrasting personalities of the people involved: the singer is a schizophrenic, while the subject of the song is telepathic. The message sent by the telepathic individual overwhelms and confuses the schizophrenic narrator. However, the dynamic between them is good, and the singer is symptomatic of the impact of the message.


The song then delves into a state of intoxication and addiction. The singer takes psychedelic drugs but isn't an addict yet. They self-identify as a 'fuck-up' on the telepathic person's 'weird holiday'. Things might go wrong, and if something does go awry, the telepathic person has an automatic weapon, and there's an allusion to murder or figurative killing. The lyrics then play with the idea of memory loss and the inability to recall the thought initially held before the substance abuse, ending with the line 'what was it I was gonna say?'.


Throughout the song, the lines 'It's open season on my...' and 'Don't try to call it tragic' repeat themselves, suggesting an analytical detachment from the events happening around the singer. The lyrics are poignant and underscore the difficulties of communication in relationships. Ultimately, the song showcases how different people react in different ways to the same stimuli.


Line by Line Meaning

You're a telepathic
You have an ability to read my thoughts without the use of physical senses


I'm a schizophrenic
I am a person affected by schizophrenia, a mental disorder characterized by a breakdown in the thought process


You sent a message and it blew me away
You communicated something to me which greatly impacted me


It's such a good dynamic
We have a healthy and enjoyable relationship


I panic
I get anxious and fearful in certain situations


I'm symptomatic of the things that you say
Your words have a significant impact on my mental state


I take a psychedelic
I consume hallucinogenic substances


But I'm not quite an addict yet
Although I often use drugs, I am not yet fully dependent on them


I'm just a fuck up on your weird holiday
I am only causing trouble during your period of relaxation and celebration


If things get problematic
In case something goes wrong or appears difficult to resolve


You'll shoot your automatic
You will resort to extreme measures to solve the problem


Into the space between my right and my left lung
You will threaten me physically or emotionally


It's open season on my...
My situation is exposed and vulnerable to anyone's criticism or attack


Why don't you roll another-
Why don't you continue indulging in drugs or other self-destructive behaviors


What was it I was gonna say?
I have lost my train of thought due to my impaired mental state


Now that my thought has gone away...
Now that I am sobering up from the effects of the drug, I cannot remember what I was going to say


It's all so systematic
Our situation repeats itself in a mechanical and predetermined manner


The way it sounds like static
It seems like there is interference or disruption in our communication


Don't try to call it tragic
Do not label our situation as something that deserves sympathy or sadness


You say you're stuck in traffic
You state that you are experiencing delays or obstacles


You know that I'm an addict
You are aware of my dependency on drugs or other harmful activities




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