Endgame
The Clockworks Lyrics
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I baulk as I'm chalking the cue
‘We're post punk
Post truth
Post Europe
Post Youth
Post modern
Post faith and God andPost post too'
cs music with nothing to say
Plays on the radio
Snooker myself more
In trying to pull off something bolder
‘If everything's behind us,
Where's the point in growing older?'
I think too much
cbout everything
cm I losing touch
Of this game I'm in?
I don't know
Now he's picking a pocket
Forcing me to cause a scene
cll words are ineffective
cll memories selective
The proof is in the Poitín
cs truth crumbles to perspective
I think too much
cbout everything
cm I losing touch
Of this game I'm in?
cbout everything
cnd I'm losing touch
I'm losing touch
I know I think too much
cbout everything
cnd I care too much
cbout what I think
Until I regret
Every time I drink
When it turns me into
Someone I hate.
In "Endgame" by The Clockworks, the lyrics present a vivid commentary on society and personal existential crises through a lens of disillusionment and self-reflection. The song opens with a tone of frustration, exemplified by the phrase “that’s another thing!”—a declaration of increasing overload and perhaps absurdity. The references to being “post punk,” “post truth,” and “post Europe” create a collage of cultural and ideological stagnation, implying that contemporary society constantly grapples with the aftermath of various movements and the dilution of foundational beliefs. The list of “post” statements evokes a sense of loss and resignation, as the singer contemplates a world that feels devoid of clear direction or purpose, suggesting that the legacies of the past—be they youthful idealism, modernity, or faith—have all crumbled into mere historical artifacts, questioning what relevance they hold in the present.
The mention of “music with nothing to say” reinforces this feeling of cultural emptiness. The music, which typically serves as a vehicle for expression and identity, instead underscores the futility of searching for meaning in a seemingly meaningless existence. As the singer engages in the game of snooker—a metaphor for life’s complex, strategic moments—he reveals a desire to take risks and do something daring, yet he feels paralyzed by a sense of helplessness. The rhetorical question, “If everything's behind us, where's the point in growing older?” captures a poignant existential dilemma: if life is predetermined by the failings of the past, what incentive is there to move forward? This question not only highlights the struggles with aging but also reflects a broader cultural malaise, leading to a deeper inquiry into the significance of progress and personal evolution.
As the song progresses, the singer’s introspection deepens. The lines hint at a struggle with mental and emotional overload, revealing a concern that overthinking may be contributing to a disconnection from reality. The repetitive questioning, “Am I losing touch?” suggests a battle with feelings of apathy or detachment from life’s immediate experiences. This foreshadows a shift toward recognizing the impact of external circumstances, illustrated by the imagery of “picking a pocket” and “forcing me to cause a scene.” Here, the singer grapples with interpersonal conflict and the idea that societal pressures have a debilitating effect on personal agency. The notion of “words being ineffective” and “memories being selective” reveals a troubling fundamental truth about human cognition: reality is often skewed by individual perceptions, which can create a sense of isolation and misunderstanding in relationships. The mention of “the proof is in the Poitín” (a type of Irish spirit) suggests a connection between escapism and introspection—an acknowledgment that intoxication can serve as both a means of momentary relief and a catalyst for deeper self-awareness.
The song reaches a climactic conclusion in its exploration of the pain that accompanies self-realization. The chorus reaffirms the turmoil of spiraling thoughts and an escalating disconnection from self and others, emphasizing that the singer is acutely aware of his overthinking. The intertwining of caring too much about his thoughts, alongside regret regarding his drinking habits, paints a vivid picture of inner conflict. The acknowledgment that alcohol transforms him into “someone I hate” serves as a stark representation of the destructive relationship many have with substances as they attempt to escape existential despair. This candid admission not only amplifies the theme of self-loathing but also symbolizes the chaotic struggle to reconcile one’s identity with societal expectations and personal values. Ultimately, "Endgame" encapsulates a poignant and raw journey through the paradoxes of modern existence: grappling with lost ideals, the weight of nostalgia, and the realities of personal failings, all rendered with an urgent sense of vulnerability and introspection that resonates throughout the song.
Line by Line Meaning
cnd that's another thing!
And here's yet another consideration!
I baulk as I'm chalking the cue
I hesitate, caught in the moment of preparing to take my shot in life.
‘We're post punk
We exist beyond the rebellious spirit of punk music.
Post truth
We navigate a reality where objective facts are often disregarded.
Post Europe
We're living after a time when European unity seemed unshakeable.
Post Youth
We've reached a stage where the vibrance of youth is fading.
Post modern
We find ourselves in a context that's skeptical of grand narratives and entrenched ideologies.
Post faith and God and
We navigate a landscape where faith and divine belief have lost their central authority.
Post post too
We’ve moved beyond even the critiques that question the existence of meaning.
cs music with nothing to say
Contemporary music lacks depth, offering no profound messages.
Plays on the radio
This emptiness is broadcasted through mainstream airwaves.
Snooker myself more
I'm trapped in a confined space, similar to a snooker game.
In trying to pull off something bolder
In an attempt to achieve something remarkable or daring.
‘If everything's behind us,
If all our past struggles and experiences are settled,
Where's the point in growing older?'
What is the purpose of aging if we've moved past our challenges?
I think too much
My mind is consumed in constant contemplation.
cbout everything
I ruminate on all aspects of my existence.
cm I losing touch
Am I becoming disconnected from reality?
Of this game I'm in?
Of the life challenges I currently face?
I don't know
I find myself uncertain about my state of mind.
Now he's picking a pocket
Someone is taking advantage of me or my situation.
Forcing me to cause a scene
This situation compels me to respond dramatically.
cll words are ineffective
All my spoken thoughts are falling on deaf ears.
cll memories selective
My recollections are biased, favoring certain experiences over others.
The proof is in the Poitín
The evidence of my truth lies in my indulgences, particularly in alcohol.
cs truth crumbles to perspective
What we perceive as truth disintegrates when viewed through different lenses.
I think too much
I am engulfed in excessive introspection.
cbout everything
I ponder over all facets of life obsessively.
cm I losing touch
Am I becoming detached from the reality surrounding me?
Of this game I'm in?
Of the existence I am presently navigating?
I know I think too much
I am fully aware that my mind is in overdrive.
cbout everything
I analyze every detail endlessly.
cnd I'm losing touch
And I can feel myself drifting away from what's real.
I'm losing touch
I am becoming increasingly distant from my surroundings.
I know I think too much
I recognize my tendency to overthink situations.
cbout everything
I dwell excessively on every little matter.
cnd I care too much
And I place too much importance on my thoughts and feelings.
cbout what I think
Concerning the validity of my thoughts.
Until I regret
Leading to moments of deep remorse.
Every time I drink
Whenever I indulge in alcohol consumption.
When it turns me into
Which transforms me into a version of myself.
Someone I hate.
A persona that I deeply resent and dislike.
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