How Do You Sleep
Stone Roses Lyrics


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I've seen your severed head at a banquet for the dead
All dressed up for dinner, looked so fine
Your shining silver salver so tastefully powdered
With the finest military quick lime

Now try and picture this, as I gave you a kiss
The apple in your mouth slipped in mine
The orchestra played the sweetest serenade
We laughed as we put away your wine

So raise your glasses, here's a toast to wasted lives
May all their ghost come back to haunt you
And tell you how they died

How do you sleep
How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay
How do you feel
When you close your eyes and try and drift away
Does it feel any better now, does it mean any more
When the angel of death comes knock, knocking
And banging at your door

When all the fun was over, I put you on my shoulder
Took you home, away from it all
Shot down and claimed, mounted and framed
Tastefully hung up on my wall

Are my dreams your nightmares
Get off your knees, the party's over
I'm coming home to you

How do you sleep
How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay
How do you feel
When you close your eyes and try and drift away
Does it feel any better now, does it mean any more
When the angel of death comes knock, knocking
And banging at your door

How do you sleep
How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay
How do you feel
When you close your eyes and try and drift away
Does it feel any better now, does it mean any more
When the angel of death comes knock, knocking
And banging at your door





At your door

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Stone Roses's song "How Do You Sleep" are quite gruesome and macabre. The song appears to be sung from the perspective of a person who has killed someone and is now speaking to their victim. The lyrics speak of seeing the victim's severed head at a banquet for the dead, and how their shining silver salver was tastefully powdered with military quick lime. The next verse talks of the singer giving the victim a kiss, and as a result, the apple in their mouth slips into the singer's. The orchestra then plays a sweet serenade as they enjoy the dinner and the victim’s wine. The song ends with the singer taking the victim's body home, claiming it, mounting it, and hanging it on their wall, almost like a hunting trophy.


The chorus asks how the killer sleeps at night and how they feel knowing they've taken someone's life. The line "Does it feel any better now, does it mean any more" seems to imply that the killer is questioning the value of their actions and whether it was worth it. The final line talks of the angel of death knocking and banging at the killer's door, suggesting that he may be facing consequences for his actions.


The song is quite philosophical, as it weighs the moral implications of taking someone's life. The chorus is particularly powerful, as it questions how the killer can live with themselves after their actions. The use of vivid imagery, such as the silver salver with military quick lime, adds to the macabre nature of the song.


Overall, "How Do You Sleep" is a haunting song that prompts reflection and contemplation. The lyrics force the listener to question what is right and wrong, and whether or not it's worth it to take someone's life.


Line by Line Meaning

I've seen your severed head at a banquet for the dead
I have witnessed the aftermath of your death, where your head was displayed as a gruesome centerpiece at a gathering for the deceased.


All dressed up for dinner, looked so fine
Despite being dead, you were adorned in regal attire as if you were attending a fancy dinner party.


Your shining silver salver so tastefully powdered
The platter on which your head was presented was meticulously prepared and decorated with fine military-grade powder.


With the finest military quick lime
The quick lime used to preserve your corpse was of the highest quality, as if it were afforded to soldiers in battle.


Now try and picture this, as I gave you a kiss
As a symbolic gesture of farewell, I placed a kiss upon your lips.


The apple in your mouth slipped in mine
Unexpectedly, the fruit that was placed in your mouth for ceremonial purposes slipped into my own mouth.


The orchestra played the sweetest serenade
A musical accompaniment was provided, creating an oddly festive atmosphere.


We laughed as we put away your wine
Jovially, we indulged in the remainder of the wine provided for the occasion.


So raise your glasses, here's a toast to wasted lives
I propose a tongue-in-cheek celebratory tribute to those who have died in vain.


May all their ghost come back to haunt you
In a sarcastic manner, I hope that the ghosts of the deceased come back to remind you of their untimely demise.


How do you sleep
I question how you can find restful sleep after witnessing such carnage.


How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay
I wonder how you can endure the fear of potential retaliation or criticism from others who knew the deceased.


How do you feel
I am curious about the emotions that arise when you attempt to escape from the brutality of reality through sleep.


When you close your eyes and try and drift away
I imagine you must try to disconnect yourself from the surrounding world as you seek solace in your dreams.


Does it feel any better now, does it mean any more
I inquire whether your attempts to find comfort through slumber bring you any satisfaction or solace.


When the angel of death comes knock, knocking
I use the metaphorical idea of the 'angel of death' to speculate about the consequences that you will face for participating in the violent incident that resulted in the death of others.


And banging at your door
The figurative concept of the consequences of your actions continues to disrupt your own peace of mind even in your own home.


When all the fun was over, I put you on my shoulder
After the celebration had ended, I carried your remains upon my shoulder.


Took you home, away from it all
I brought your remains back to my personal living space, perhaps to reflect on our shared history.


Shot down and claimed, mounted and framed
In a disturbing detail, I describe how I preserved and presented your remains in my dwelling, as if it were a trophy on display.


Tastefully hung up on my wall
I have taken great care to arrange your preserved remains in a visually pleasing manner for my own enjoyment.


Are my dreams your nightmares
I question whether the disturbing imagery from my own experiences with death will haunt you in your own dreams too.


Get off your knees, the party's over
In a dismissive tone, I tell you to stop groveling and acknowledging the reality of death.


I'm coming home to you
I describe my return back to my own living space where I have preserved your remains.


At your door
I end by referencing the idea of the 'angel of death' coming to your doorstep, further emphasizing the lurking consequences of your actions.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JOHN SQUIRE

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