Ricochet
The Church Lyrics


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After the demise of our beloved leader
Everybody knew that something had to give
Cassandra she told me
But no-one would believe her
I wish I had helped her more than I did
We tried to overcome the threat of the monster
We tried to kneel down and call up the beast
Maria she told me
That her kid had just appeared one day
I just can't tell who I adore the least
The rivers run astray
Ricochet
Night feels just like day
Ricochet
And everybody just walk away
In one side of my mind resides a controller
In one side of my mind revolves the relief
And one pain in my brain remains unchanged
I say you cannot explain the grief
Once in a while when the wind has slowed down
Me and the girls visit struggle town
There's a shop down there
Selling skulls (spells/stones) and powder
Butwe don't ask any questions about her
You can't be a lover if you want to keep on using
What are you using that's stronger than the love
Sometimes I'm knocked out by the damage that you're doing
Knocked out, locked out, push comes to shove
Listen to the wind tearing at the windows
Watching how the white moon melts into the cloud
Important little tyrants, impotent little pharaohs
Men/man of sorrows lost into the crowd
The rivers run astray
Ricochet
Night feels just like day
Ricochet
Everybody walk away




So if the ladies ask you over to play
Just beware of the ricochet

Overall Meaning

The song Ricochet by The Church is laden with complex, layered lyrics that evoke a sense of foreboding and discomfort. The song describes a world that has been destabilized after the loss of a beloved leader. The first two lines set the tone for the rest of the song - "After the demise of our beloved leader, everybody knew that something had to give." It's a world where the rivers run astray and the night feels just like day. There's a sense of chaos and confusion that pervades every verse.


The lyrics take on a surreal quality as they progress. The singer talks about Cassandra, who warned of something that nobody believed would happen. He regrets not helping her more than he did. The theme of not knowing what's real and what isn't is echoed in the next verse, where Maria tells the singer that her kid had just appeared one day. It's hard to know what to believe in this world of uncertainty. The chorus is particularly haunting - "The rivers run astray, ricochet, night feels just like day, ricochet, and everybody just walks away." It's an apt metaphor for a world that's lost its bearings.


The song closes with a warning - "So if the ladies ask you over to play, just beware of the ricochet." It's unclear what the ricochet refers to, but it's definitely something dangerous. Overall, Ricochet is a song that leaves the listener with a sense of unease, and that's precisely its intention.


Line by Line Meaning

After the demise of our beloved leader
Following the death of a leader who was dear to us


Everybody knew that something had to give
Everyone was aware that a change had to happen


Cassandra she told me
A woman named Cassandra confided in me


But no-one would believe her
Unfortunately, nobody trusted what she said


I wish I had helped her more than I did
Looking back, I regret not offering more assistance


We tried to overcome the threat of the monster
We attempted to defeat an intimidating force


We tried to kneel down and call up the beast
We made an effort to summon a dangerous entity


Maria she told me
A woman named Maria confided in me


That her kid had just appeared one day
She claimed that her child showed up out of nowhere


I just can't tell who I adore the least
It's difficult to say who I dislike more


The rivers run astray
The streams flow in unusual directions


Ricochet
Bouncing around uncontrollably


Night feels just like day
It's difficult to differentiate between day and night


And everybody just walk away
And everyone simply leaves


In one side of my mind resides a controller
One part of my brain contains a controlling force


In one side of my mind revolves the relief
Another part of my brain circulates a feeling of comfort


And one pain in my brain remains unchanged
A particular ache still persists in my mind


I say you cannot explain the grief
I believe that sorrow is beyond words


Once in a while when the wind has slowed down
Occasionally, when the wind calms down


Me and the girls visit struggle town
The women come with me to a difficult place


There's a shop down there
There is a store situated there


Selling skulls (spells/stones) and powder
Retailing items such as bones, enchantments, or minerals


But we don't ask any questions about her
We avoid inquiring about the proprietor of the shop


You can't be a lover if you want to keep on using
If you persist in utilizing [a substance], you cannot be a true romantic


What are you using that's stronger than the love
What could you be taking that is more powerful than affection?


Sometimes I'm knocked out by the damage that you're doing
Your harmful behavior can be overwhelming


Knocked out, locked out, push comes to shove
As a result, I feel stunned and isolated when things reach a boiling point


Listen to the wind tearing at the windows
Pay attention to the gusts ripping at the panes


Watching how the white moon melts into the cloud
Observing the moon slowly disappearing behind the haze


Important little tyrants, impotent little pharaohs
Petty rulers with insignificant power


Men of sorrows lost into the crowd
Sad individuals absorbed by the masses


So if the ladies ask you over to play
Therefore, if the women request your presence for fun


Just beware of the ricochet
Be cautious of the uncontrollable bouncing around




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Written by: STEVEN JOHN KILBEY, PETER KOPPES, TIM GUY GERARD POWLES, MARTIN HOWARD WILLSON-PIPER

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