Can't Stop
That Petrol Emotion Lyrics


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I've had a masochistic kiss of death
Of discontent wall to wall
A hoodlum shrine for nothing more
That went beyond the steel and call

I can't stop falling
I can't stop falling
But I was keen to do the perfect
Not what Angels do discriminate
Against black and white
I'm alright
And isn't it time
Your socks pulled up

I can't stop falling
I can't stop falling

It's like some voyeuristic tradition
Of naked hate
More and more
A feeble kind of subtlety
That's lost beneath veneers of shocks

I can't stop falling
I can't stop falling

I can't stop falling
I can't stop falling

I can't stop falling
I can't stop falling





I can't stop

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to That Petrol Emotion's song Can't Stop are characteristically cryptic and challenging to interpret, but they nonetheless convey a sense of frustration and angst that is undeniable. The opening line, "I've had a masochistic kiss of death," suggests a relationship that was doomed from the start, one that the singer could not resist despite knowing that it would end badly. The next line, "Of discontent wall to wall," implies that this relationship was not the only source of dissatisfaction in the singer's life; there is a pervasive feeling of unhappiness that seems to be all-encompassing.


The third line, "A hoodlum shrine for nothing more," is difficult to decipher, but it appears to suggest that the relationship in question was not something elevated or noble, but rather something base and unremarkable. The phrase "that went beyond the steel and call" is similarly enigmatic, but it could be taken to mean that the relationship was characterized by a lack of boundaries or limits, something that was reckless and perhaps even dangerous.


The refrain, "I can't stop falling," is repeated throughout the song, and it feels like a plea for help or a cry of desperation. The singer seems trapped in a cycle they cannot escape from, unable to resist the lure of destructive relationships and self-destructive behavior. The final lines of the song continue this theme, describing a "voyeuristic tradition of naked hate" and a "feeble kind of subtlety" that is lost beneath the surface of things. Taken together, these lyrics paint a picture of a world in which it is difficult, if not impossible, to find genuine connection or meaning.


Line by Line Meaning

I've had a masochistic kiss of death
I've experienced a self-destructive embrace of misery.


Of discontent wall to wall
My dissatisfaction has been all encompassing.


A hoodlum shrine for nothing more
I've created a rebellious devotion without true purpose.


That went beyond the steel and call
It extended beyond the strength and appeal of a physical object.


But I was keen to do the perfect
I wanted to do things flawlessly.


Not what Angels do discriminate
I didn't want to be selective like angels are known to be.


Against black and white
Against polarizing opinions.


I'm alright
I'm doing fine.


And isn't it time
Isn't it about time?


Your socks pulled up
Get your act together.


It's like some voyeuristic tradition
It's similar to a secretive habit or custom of observing.


Of naked hate
Of naked disdain.


More and more
Increasingly.


A feeble kind of subtlety
A weak and subtle manner.


That's lost beneath veneers of shocks
That's buried under layers of sensationalism.


I can't stop falling
I am unable to halt my descent.


I can't stop falling
I am incapable of ceasing my decline.


I can't stop falling
I can't put a stop to my downfall.


I can't stop falling
It's impossible for me to halt my plummet.


I can't stop
I am powerless to stop.




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