Me And My Big Ideas
Tears for Fears Lyrics


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Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind

Go get a volunteer
We'll pay him well my dear
He will see inside your mind
Because he is that kind

It's a southern kind of heat
The shadows crack and start to creep
Conversation drag its feet
I wish we'd both been more discret
Like light that it caught between night and day
You're stuck between me and my

Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind

Well they love you when you're weak
Bet they hate you to see this winning streak
It's that thing we call control
There's a deep frustration
Black thoughts
That are stuck between someone's ears
Like me and my big idea

So many strings to your bow
Why not let one go

In a way this dream is over
Blown away our four leaf clover

There's no reason why
There's just me and my

Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears




No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Me And My Big Ideas by Tears for Fears are quite introspective and suggestive of a personal relationship. The song begins with the singer declaring that they have big ideas, but those are not exactly helpful to ease the other person's pain. The next line, "No one else seems to mind", suggests that the singer is not a very sympathetic person, but that doesn't seem to bother anyone else. The lines, "Go get a volunteer / We'll pay him well my dear / He will see inside your mind / Because he is that kind", imply that the singer wants to fix the other person, but they know they cannot help, so they are willing to pay someone else to try. The singer is self-aware enough to admit that they are not "that kind."


The next verse highlights the uncomfortable atmosphere between the two people- "It's a southern kind of heat / The shadows crack and start to creep / Conversation drags its feet / I wish we'd both been more discreet." The singer seems to acknowledge the tension between them, and he wishes that they had kept things more private. The line, "Like light that is caught between night and day / You're stuck between me and my," is quite metaphorical, but it suggests that the other person is caught up in the singer's world and cannot get away.


The bridge and the final verse imply that the singer has gained some insight into the situation. "They love you when you're weak / Bet they hate you to see this winning streak," suggests that people who once liked the other person are now envious of their success. The lines, "There's a deep frustration / Black thoughts / That are stuck between someone's ears / Like me and my big idea," once again acknowledge that the singer is the problem. The final lines suggest that it is over between the two people, "Blown away our four-leaf clover / There's no reason why / There's just me and my big ideas."


Line by Line Meaning

Me and my big ideas
I have grand plans and ideas


Won't wash away your tears
My ideas may not solve your problems


No one else seems to mind
Others don't seem to care that I am not helpful


That I'm not that kind
I may not be empathetic or compassionate


Go get a volunteer
Get someone to help in my place


We'll pay him well my dear
We'll compensate them generously


He will see inside your mind
They will understand you better than I do


Because he is that kind
They have the qualities I lack


It's a southern kind of heat
The heat is stifling


The shadows crack and start to creep
The darkness is unsettling


Conversation drag its feet
Our talks are dull and unproductive


I wish we'd both been more discreet
I regret being too open and blunt


Like light that it caught between night and day
Our relationship is between love and hate


You're stuck between me and my
You're in the middle of my issues and ideas


Well they love you when you're weak
People like to help when you're struggling


Bet they hate you to see this winning streak
They may be jealous of your success


It's that thing we call control
The desire to control others or situations


There's a deep frustration
A feeling of annoyance and anger


Black thoughts
Negative and depressing thoughts


That are stuck between someone's ears
They can't stop thinking about these thoughts


Like me and my big idea
Just like how I can't let go of my plans


So many strings to your bow
You have many talents and skills


Why not let one go
Why not give up one of those skills


In a way this dream is over
Our aspirations may not come true


Blown away our four leaf clover
We've lost our lucky charm


There's no reason why
There's no explanation for our failure


There's just me and my
It's just me and my unrealistic plans


Me and my big ideas
My grandiose plans


Won't wash away your tears
They won't fix your problems


No one else seems to mind
Others don't care about my shortcomings


That I'm not that kind
I lack empathy and compassion




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: ALAN GRIFFITHS, ROLAND ORZABAL

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