Stanley Odd about their music: "Music for people that get tongue-tied talking to girls; clumsy people that dance awkwardly in their bedrooms; people that are generally uncomfortable in social situations; those for whom fashion-sense is an oxymoron; avid readers of science fiction and comic books; girls who drink tonic wine; anyone who prefers literary figures to viewing figures; disciples and architects of counter-culture. Stay Odd."
Carry Me Home
Stanley Odd Lyrics
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As I sift through the wreckage of the aftermath
I woke up to an abandoned camp, a bunch of random bams
And thought ‘I'll just have to disband the band'
When will I, will I be sober?
I can't answer that
I'm at an all time low
I hate being a wide-o
I've no idea where my time goes and I'm in no hurry to find out
I need some time out. Up for too long to climb down
‘Cause right now the band are calling me Davie Winehouse
The Comatose Kid
Pass me over some shit that I can overdose with
I'm already half cut hoping no-one's noticed
Salvation held in my enclosed fist to avoid thoughts I won't be left alone with
Carry me home
I descend into the scotch mist
Fueled on cough syrup, I'm a machine with no off switch
But let those who cast the first stone be innocent
Ma sentence is this endless loop that I'm imprisoned in
I'm Sysiphus, the bottle is my boulder
Another drink with the devil walking on my shoulder
I'm an unsteadily disassembling man
Through each raised glass with ma trembling hands
Making deep friends
That fade after the weekend
Exposed and worthless; a broken circuit
Fractured, damaged goods with no master plan
Trying to heal the break with this plastered cast
Living a triple life of work, band and my wife
Plus I sit at night with a pen, a pad and I write
Going insane, I draw an escape, a door on a page
As I'm going away one thought explodes in my brain
Carry me home
Brain cells fade like an unfinished symphony
I find that head injuries make the best similies
I'm fast diminishing my anonymity
Through random infamy, nimbly I deconstruct the mimickery
The thinly veiled self-loathing I assimilate
Means my most vociferous supporter's got it in for me
And all that equates to a loud mouth drunk
Less classy than Class A. The last flashing synapse fades
Amid the mashed state of a trashed brain
Which translates to last place in this rat race
The grey matter heats up as I try and think
Aches at the back of my skull til I'm supplied with drink
I got ma carry out, had a lock in
Now I'm being carried out. Please somebody stop this
(I can't breathe. I can't fucking breathe)
Carry Me Home
The song Carry Me Home by Stanley Odd tackles the issue of alcohol addiction and the consequences of its abuse. The lyrics suggest that the singer is a musician or a member of a band who has hit rock bottom due to his excessive drinking. The song creates a vivid picture of the struggles of addiction, revealing the despair, pain, and loneliness that comes with it. The chorus of the song "Carry me home" is a desperate plea for help and redemption.
The opening lines "It's that Handsome Tramp, I weave a spangled dance, As I sift through the wreckage of the aftermath" sets the tone for the rest of the song. The singer is a party animal, the "handsome tramp" who is living life in the fast lane, but the aftermath of his actions is a disaster. He wakes up to an abandoned camp, and it becomes apparent that the band members have abandoned him due to his addiction. He's in a state of confusion, asking himself when he'll be sober and disconnected from reality. He's trapped in a vicious cycle of addiction and seems incapable of breaking free.
The lyrics also showcase the negative impact of his addiction on his relationships, his band, and his life in general. He feels exposed and worthless, and his friendships are temporary. He describes himself as a broken circuit, fractured and damaged goods with no master plan. The chorus "Carry me home" is repeated throughout the song, with increasing intensity, signifying his desperation for help and a way out of the nightmare that is his life.
Line by Line Meaning
It's that Handsome Tramp, I weave a spangled dance
I am performing a sparkling dance as Handsome Tramp in the aftermath of the wreckage.
As I sift through the wreckage of the aftermath
I am going through the ruins of what occurred earlier.
I woke up to an abandoned camp, a bunch of random bams
I woke up to find an empty camp with random people around.
And thought ‘I'll just have to disband the band'
I decided that I might have to break up the band due to the current situation.
When will I, will I be sober?
I am questioning when I will be completely sober.
I can't answer that
I am unable to provide an answer for that question.
I'm at an all time low
I am currently in my worst state and have hit rock bottom.
I hate being a wide-o
I hate being someone who drinks too frequently, also known as someone who is 'wide-o'.
And people think seem I'm always taking the Michael
People seem to believe that I am always joking around.
I've no idea where my time goes and I'm in no hurry to find out
I don't know where my time goes and am not in a rush to figure it out.
I need some time out. Up for too long to climb down
I need a break from everything as I have been up for too long and it's hard to go back down now.
‘Cause right now the band are calling me Davie Winehouse
My band is currently referring to me as Davie Winehouse, comparing me to the late musician Amy Winehouse.
The Comatose Kid
I am currently in a state of near unconsciousness due to my drinking habits.
Pass me over some shit that I can overdose with
Give me something that I can overdose on.
I'm already half cut hoping no-one's noticed
I've already consumed a fair amount of alcohol and hope that nobody has noticed.
Salvation held in my enclosed fist to avoid thoughts I won't be left alone with
I am holding onto something that can save me from my thoughts that I don't want to be left alone with.
Carry me home
I need someone to carry me back home due to my current state.
I descend into the scotch mist
I am sinking into a drunken haze.
Fueled on cough syrup, I'm a machine with no off switch
My consumption of cough syrup has caused me to become a machine with a never-ending supply of energy.
But let those who cast the first stone be innocent
Everyone has their flaws, so those who criticize others should be free from sin themselves.
Ma sentence is this endless loop that I'm imprisoned in
I am trapped in an endless loop with no way out.
I'm Sysiphus, the bottle is my boulder
I am like Sysiphus, condemned to an endless cycle of rolling a boulder up a hill, except my boulder is a bottle.
Another drink with the devil walking on my shoulder
I am having another drink while being influenced by the devil on my shoulder.
I'm an unsteadily disassembling man
I am slowly falling apart and becoming more unstable.
Through each raised glass with ma trembling hands
My hands are shaking as I raise each glass to drink.
Making deep friends that fade after the weekend
I am making new friendships in my drunken state, but they quickly fade away.
Exposed and worthless; a broken circuit
I feel exposed and worthless, like a broken electrical circuit.
Fractured, damaged goods with no master plan
I am a person who is broken and damaged with no clear direction in life.
Trying to heal the break with this plastered cast
I am trying to fix my broken self by using alcohol to numb the pain.
Living a triple life of work, band and my wife
I am leading a triple life between work, my band, and my wife.
Plus I sit at night with a pen, a pad and I write
I spend my nights sitting down to write with a pen and paper.
Going insane, I draw an escape, a door on a page
I feel like I am going crazy and draw an escape, a door on a page to get away.
As I'm going away one thought explodes in my brain
As I am escaping in my mind, one thought suddenly appears and takes over my mind.
Brain cells fade like an unfinished symphony
My brain cells are slowly dying off like an unfinished symphony.
I find that head injuries make the best similies
I have realized that head injuries make the best comparisons to describe my current state.
I'm fast diminishing my anonymity
I am quickly losing my anonymity and becoming more well-known.
Through random infamy, nimbly I deconstruct the mimickery
Through my random fame, I am able to easily tear down false imitations of who I am.
The thinly veiled self-loathing I assimilate
I am becoming more accepting of my self-loathing, even if it is thinly veiled.
Means my most vociferous supporter's got it in for me
My biggest supporter seems to have turned against me.
And all that equates to a loud mouth drunk
All of this adds up to me being someone who drinks too much and talks too loudly.
Less classy than Class A. The last flashing synapse fades
I am less classy than Class A drugs and my last thought fades away.
Amid the mashed state of a trashed brain
I am in a completely intoxicated state, my brain is trashed and not functioning properly.
Which translates to last place in this rat race
Due to my current state, I feel as if I am at the very bottom of this rat race we call life.
The grey matter heats up as I try and think
My brain is struggling to think as I continue to try.
Aches at the back of my skull til I'm supplied with drink
The back of my skull aches until I have another drink.
I got ma carry out, had a lock in
I got my alcohol to go and locked myself in to consume it.
Now I'm being carried out. Please somebody stop this
I am now being carried out due to my state and plead with someone to stop my behavior.
(I can't breathe. I can't fucking breathe)
I am struggling to breathe and it feels impossible to do so.
Contributed by Alexis Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@FrozenWillow1980
+Tar Man
Shame ? Shame !? Let's talk about shame shall we.
Shame is when your kinsmen vote against their country.
Shame is when a government in a different country are ruling how we live our lives, when we should be ruling how we live our lives.
Shame is when that government are not even elected, by the people in this country.
Shame is when we are continuously told "No you can't" when it should be "Yes we can"
Shame is when our NHS are strapped of cash, whilst billions are wasted on nuclear weapons we are never going to use.
Shame is when they could not conquer us, so they decided to breed us out instead.
Shame is when they told us, we could not wear our kilts.
Shame is when they told us to drop our language and speak English.
Shame is when a Tory government we never vote for, closes down our industries.
Shame is when they stole our stone.
Shame is when they beheaded our queens.
Shame is when they call us British, when Britain was a name given to a land by the Romans, SOUTH of Hadrian's wall. We are Caledonians, otherwise known as Scottish.
Shame is when people like yourself, who vote against their country, and run away to London. Not realizing what they have done, consigned us to more poverty, more austerity, more and more oppression and tyranny .
Yeah there is the real shame.
I can't understand why we let someone else rule our land, cap in hand.
@shaundonnelly2019
Now in 2020 and this incredible piece of music still stands up for what Scotland needs. Still proud to be part of the 45% Saor Alba 🏴
@fudgeweasel
Still hard to watch this without a tear being shed.
It's still coming - it has to.
@shortbreadhead
2019 and would still vote yes a million times
@MsCatJH
I want my children to understand why I am on the Yes side. This song explains my point of view
@jeangrey6893
I can't express how beautiful this song is, thank you so much. We can do this because we believe in ourselves again. #goforitscotland
@kennyhamilton2138
Raised the roof at the Usher Hall tonight with this song. I'm probably way too old for Hip Hop but loved the song, their presence on stage and the inspiration they brought to tonights event! More power to you Stanley Odd!
@AverageJoe1903
Powerful song. The dream lives on and one day our hopes will become reality! Merry Christmas to all those who chose to try and change our country for the better.
@alexandramcarthur2116
This is absolutely beautiful. Gives me goosebumps.
@rabhodge1587
Stanley Odd , I have tears in my eyes listening to this . Magnificent 🏴
@PaulMitchell28
Fabulous! My wife and I thoroughly enjoyed your lyrics and music.We wrote a note to each of our children on the back of some YES campaign mail, so that in years to come they could understand our decision and why we voted to build a better society.