Song Meat
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A frozen lake is solved.
By all means...

its The slowing down of your brain
Around that certain sort of math.

The result...
Completely destroys the snow globe

Which results in...
One calling for an Eyewash and hand replacement
............. ..............
...........................

I suppose I've been brave
The highly unlikly rock and all its valves
Are roped off .
As is the would find luggage dilemma
Of love and money

I know now the problem
Lies in no one wire of the human heart
No none of its 12 plugs can be pulled
To tear all veins in one fell swoop
Like wall socket roots
Through their smooth calm sheets of plaster skin
And much thinking makes so little of time

and of lives

what's left are fires beating off of faces
Spreading in the heat left after beards.
The bright red skeleton of a cynic,
And the fine line differences in skin consistancy.

however so slightly permanent
These are the things that will never be songs...

never more wet concrete for song street...
This is not more wet concrete for new song street...

not poor silked concrete for beneath lord songs soft feet...

not poor song meat...

not song not more raw wheat...

for the poem popes and sing job's




Mastering the fast mean walks of big show street...
Fast

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Subtle's song "Song Meat" are open to interpretation and there are several possible meanings that can be derived from them. The first verse talks about the slowing down of the brain, which is represented by a frozen lake that is solved or thawed. The certain sort of math mentioned here could be a reference to complex calculations that require a lot of mental effort. The result of this slow-down is the destruction of a snow globe, which leads to someone calling for an eyewash and hand replacement. This could be seen as a metaphor for the disorientation and loss of control that can come with mental exhaustion.


In the second verse, the singer reflects on the limitations of the human heart and the futility of trying to break it all at once. They describe the heart as having 12 plugs that cannot all be pulled at the same time. This could be interpreted as a reference to the various emotional attachments and obligations that people have, and the difficulty of freeing oneself from them. The final lines of the song imply that there are certain experiences that may be too raw or too personal to ever be turned into songs or art, and that some things are simply meant to be experienced and remembered.


Line by Line Meaning

A frozen lake is solved.
The realization dawns upon one's mind.


By all means...
However possible.


its The slowing down of your brain
The confusion caused by a certain type of calculation.


Around that certain sort of math.
When dealing with a specific numerical problem.


The result...
The outcome of solving the problem.


Completely destroys the snow globe
Causes a major upheaval.


Which results in...
Leading to a certain consequence.


One calling for an Eyewash and hand replacement
The mess created by the chaos requires extensive cleaning.


I suppose I've been brave
I assume I have shown courage.


The highly unlikely rock and all its valves
An improbable feat that requires extreme attention to detail.


Are roped off.
Are kept away from public access.


As is the would find luggage dilemma
Just like the problem of locating lost baggage.


Of love and money
The complex relationship between the two.


I know now the problem
I have finally realized the underlying issue.


Lies in no one wire of the human heart
Cannot be attributed to any one aspect of human emotions.


No none of its 12 plugs can be pulled
No single factor can be isolated as the cause.


To tear all veins in one fell swoop
To cause a catastrophic breakdown.


Like wall socket roots
Similar to the electrical circuitry of a house.


Through their smooth calm sheets of plaster skin
Penetrating deep into the human psyche.


And much thinking makes so little of time
Excessive contemplation leads to a loss of precious time.


and of lives
Affecting the quality of life of individuals.


what's left are fires beating off of faces
The intense emotions that are displayed.


Spreading in the heat left after beards.
Spreading rapidly and uncontrollably.


The bright red skeleton of a cynic,
The harsh reality that a cynic exposes.


And the fine line differences in skin consistency.
The minute variations that distinguish individuals.


however so slightly permanent
In spite of being subtly etched into our existence.


These are the things that will never be songs...
These experiences are not beautiful enough to be romanticized.


never more wet concrete for song street...
Will not inspire art or creativity.


This is not more wet concrete for new song street...
These events do not hold any potential for artistic expression.


not poor silked concrete for beneath lord songs soft feet...
Will not serve as a foundation for poetic narration.


not poor song meat...
Not fodder for musical inspiration.


not song not more raw wheat...
Not even basic material for artistic expression.


for the poem popes and sing job's Mastering the fast mean walks of big show street...
Only for those who live life in the fast lane.


Fast
The pace of life.




Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, BMG Rights Management
Written by: DAX PIERSON, ALEXANDER WESLEY KORT, JORDAN DALRYMPLE, MARTON DOWERS, ADAM DRUCKER, JEFFREY LOGAN

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