Tune Grief
Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks Lyrics


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One, two, three, four

The kind of things you say
Your own worst enemy you say them every day
The dead life from a saint
I could know each tongue
I could take you son i could rush
Into one slow stream so long
Will you give me time to rush it
Out and shove it in my face i saw the wire

Marjorie loves to see the sounds
Of the Russian lie
Was it time you got a a pink steroid

And you know who's the sum
Who's the cinnamon and ketchup again
Who you spun, who you seein'
The one-line ride so strong
Will you give me time to break it out
And shoot it in the leg

When they talk about alternative rights
They have no people, no shame
Lies, all lies, all lies

Boredom in the bedroom
The time when the guideline lies
And the lovin' to the people
Shinin' when the people
Spill into the bedroom with the
Light on the door our time to shine


Who's a its so strong
Will you give me time to shove it out
To put it in the hay oh whoa whoa




Will you give me time to shove it
Out and put it in my face

Overall Meaning

In "Tune Grief," Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks delve into themes of self-doubt, inner conflict, and the struggles of communication. The lyrics suggest a constant battle within oneself, as the singer refers to themselves as their own worst enemy, repeatedly saying things that undermine their own confidence and happiness. The line "The dead life from a saint" could be an allusion to feeling trapped in a life or persona that doesn't align with one's true desires.


The reference to Marjorie and the Russian lie adds an element of deception and disinformation to the song. It could symbolize the way we sometimes indulge in falsehoods to escape reality or justify our actions. The mention of the alternative rights, shame, and lies hints at political or social commentary, critiquing the lack of integrity and honesty in certain circles.


The chorus, "Boredom in the bedroom, the time when the guideline lies, and the lovin' to the people," contrasts feelings of dissatisfaction within one's personal life with the desire to connect with others. The bedroom acts as a metaphorical space where one confronts their own limitations and contradictions, but also where they seek love, understanding, and validation. The repeated plea for time to "shove it out and put it in my face" could reflect a need for catharsis and a desire to confront and accept the truth, whatever it may be.


Overall, "Tune Grief" captures the internal struggle between self-doubt and the quest for authenticity, highlighting the complexities of human emotions and the constant negotiation between one's inner world and external relationships.


Line by Line Meaning

One, two, three, four
Counting off the rhythm of the song


The kind of things you say
The words you speak


Your own worst enemy you say them every day
You criticize yourself constantly


The dead life from a saint
The emptiness in a seemingly perfect person


I could know each tongue
I can understand every language


I could take you son i could rush
I could carry you quickly


Into one slow stream so long
Into a continuous flow that seems never-ending


Will you give me time to rush it
Can you allow me to move quickly


Out and shove it in my face i saw the wire
Expose the truth to me, I witnessed the deception


Marjorie loves to see the sounds
Marjorie enjoys experiencing music


Of the Russian lie
The deception originating from Russia


Was it time you got a a pink steroid
Do you need a boost of excitement or energy


And you know who's the sum
And you know who is the result


Who's the cinnamon and ketchup again
Who is the unique and unexpected combination


Who you spun, who you seein'
Who have you influenced, who are you dating


The one-line ride so strong
The straightforward experience that has a powerful impact


Will you give me time to break it out
Can you grant me an opportunity to express it


And shoot it in the leg
And deliver it forcefully


When they talk about alternative rights
When they discuss unconventional beliefs


They have no people, no shame
They lack genuine supporters and moral accountability


Lies, all lies, all lies
Deception, nothing but falsehoods


Boredom in the bedroom
Feeling uninterested or uninspired in intimate settings


The time when the guideline lies
The moment when expectations are misleading


And the lovin' to the people
And the affection towards others


Shinin' when the people
Becoming noticeable when people


Spill into the bedroom with the
Enter the intimate space with


Light on the door our time to shine
Illuminating the opportunity for us to excel


Who's a its so strong
Who is feeling powerful and influential


Will you give me time to shove it out
Can you grant me a chance to express it boldly


To put it in the hay oh whoa whoa
To place it in the mix with enthusiasm


Will you give me time to shove it
Can you allow me to push it emphatically


Out and put it in my face
To expose it directly to me




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Comments from YouTube:

valdes batista santos

Very good!!! Alternative song, crazy and deep. I'll listen in my adventure in the Chapada Diamantina - Lençóis - BA - Brazil.

Raabert Ellis

YES MALKMUS!! YOU ARE SO FUCKING AWESOME!!! GO RON PAUL! RIGHT ON

Carlo Marchiori

Better than Johnny Rotten himself

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