Fall in Love
Steve Kilbey Lyrics
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Each day, a tiny particle, a small drop of his soul, leaked or
Escaped into the air, out beyond the insipid the gray sky and
Into dead space.
The paranormal specialist could find no way to plug the tiny perforations
Which dripped his spirit behind him as he went on down the highway.
Fall in love with me, fall in love with me
Fall in love with me, fall in love with me
It's not impossible
It was attributed to hashish and opium addiction, excessive womanizing,
Lashings of money and flattery, and a charmed, but not charming life.
Who can describe the agony of this gradual soul depletion?
Too cowardly to take his own life, he roamed the cafes and cabarets
Searching out other wretches who shared his most hideous malady,
And they spent their days in sophistry and idle banter, as their
Essence oozed, and the void moved ever closer.
Fred, the man, charlatan bastard, poor piteous doomed puppet,
Immersed himself in these vices, but this only exacerbated his
Demise more rapidly.
Eventually he could derive pleasure from nothing, the most lurid
Pornography or the most holy scriptures failed to arouse him from his
Stupor, his boredom.
Great cities, or the endless beautiful plains stretched out before
His jaded gaze and disappeared into the nothingness of his feeling.
In Steve Kilbey's song "Fall In Love", he tells the story of a man who is slowly losing his soul. This man has a fatal affliction that causes tiny particles of his soul to leak or escape into the air each day. These particles escape beyond the sky and into dead space, and there is no way to plug the tiny perforations that drip his spirit behind him as he travels down the highway. The paranormal specialist cannot help him, and the man continues to lose his soul drop by drop.
Despite all of this, the man asks others to fall in love with him. He seems to think that this is not impossible, even though he is losing his soul day by day. It is said that his affliction is caused by a variety of vices, including addiction to hashish and opium, excessive womanizing, and a life of money and flattery. The man is too cowardly to end his own life, so he spends his days in cafes and cabarets, searching for others who share his affliction.
Eventually, the man can no longer find pleasure in anything, not even the most lurid pornography or the most holy scriptures. He is completely numb to the world, and even the most beautiful scenery fails to arouse any emotion in him. The man is a charlatan bastard, a poor piteous doomed puppet immersed in his own vices. Steve Kilbey's "Fall In Love" is a hauntingly beautiful exploration of a man's descent into numbness and oblivion.
Line by Line Meaning
I knew this man, he had some kind of fatal affliction.
I was acquainted with a man who was suffering from an ailment that proved to be fatal.
Each day, a tiny particle, a small drop of his soul, leaked or Escaped into the air, out beyond the insipid the gray sky and Into dead space.
Every passing day, a minuscule amount of his essence dissipated and was lost into oblivion.
The paranormal specialist could find no way to plug the tiny perforations Which dripped his spirit behind him as he went on down the highway.
Despite seeking help from supernatural experts, the man could not prevent the continuous loss of his spiritual being while moving forward in life.
Fall in love with me, fall in love with me It's not impossible Fall in love with me, fall in love with me It's not impossible
The artist is repeatedly urging someone to fall in love with them, insisting that it is not an insurmountable challenge.
It was attributed to hashish and opium addiction, excessive womanizing, Lashings of money and flattery, and a charmed, but not charming life.
People attributed the man's condition to various factors such as drug abuse, promiscuous behavior, material excess, and a seemingly fortunate but unappealing existence.
Who can describe the agony of this gradual soul depletion?
The singer poses a rhetorical question about the indescribable pain of the man's progressive loss of his spiritual core.
Too cowardly to take his own life, he roamed the cafes and cabarets Searching out other wretches who shared his most hideous malady, And they spent their days in sophistry and idle banter, as their Essence oozed, and the void moved ever closer.
Not having the courage to end his life, the man frequented public places in search of others stricken with the same affliction, and they wasted time in pointless discussions while gradually approaching emptiness.
Fred, the man, charlatan bastard, poor piteous doomed puppet, Immersed himself in these vices, but this only exacerbated his Demise more rapidly.
The man, named Fred, was a fraudulent and pitiful individual who indulged in harmful behavior that accelerated his downfall.
Eventually he could derive pleasure from nothing, the most lurid Pornography or the most holy scriptures failed to arouse him from his Stupor, his boredom.
Eventually, he became incapable of finding joy in anything, and even the most provocative or sacred material could not awaken him from his state of apathy and ennui.
Great cities, or the endless beautiful plains stretched out before His jaded gaze and disappeared into the nothingness of his feeling.
Even magnificent urban areas or stunning natural landscapes appeared meaningless and insignificant when seen through his disillusioned perspective.
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