Hickey Avenue
The Lawrence Arms Lyrics


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We talk a lot in crappy cars and restaurants and shitty bars
We ain't trying very hard but we've got that fucking bark
We talked the talk, packed up the shit where the fuckers would be feeling it
If they could hear the epithets and the rejoinders that we spit

We talk a lot and now we're feeling fine
We talk a lot, yeah, we've got nothing but time
And baby you don't know what it's like

So let's keep rolling out of this shitty yellow light
'Cause we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days
Nothing changes, it only rots away

We talk a lot but no one's listening
We've been over this before
Now it's happening again
Now we're squawking with them crows
We hang on wires and watch the city and its busy days below
We talk a lot, it's the only thing we know
It's time to ride all goddamn day and night
What have you got? I want to melt down with time
I'm scratching out my insides

So let's keep rolling out of this shitty yellow light
'Cause we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days
Nothing changes, it only rots away

What are we doing here? Nothing
That's what killing me
That's what's fucking killing me

So now we're rolling out of this shitty yellow light




'Cause we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days
Nothing changes and we've forgotten what this used to be like

Overall Meaning

The Lawrence Arms's song Hickey Avenue is a powerful depiction of boredom and disillusionment with life. The lyrics describe a group of friends who are simply talking a lot without really going anywhere or making an effort to change their lives. They're stuck in the same old routine, spending time in crappy cars, restaurants and bars, and engaging in witty banter that ultimately amounts to nothing. The repetition of "we talk a lot" reinforces the sense of stagnation and stasis, and the line "nothing changes, it only rots away" drives home the idea that these people are stuck in a cycle of sameness and decay.


Despite the bleakness of the lyrics, there's a sense of camaraderie and shared experience between the friends. They've got that "fucking bark," which suggests a kind of toughness or rebelliousness, and they're able to find solace and comfort in each other's company. They're also aware of their own limitations and shortcomings, as evidenced by the line, "we talk a lot but no one's listening." Ultimately, though, the song is a cri de coeur about the deep frustration and restlessness that comes with feeling trapped in a life that isn't going anywhere.


Line by Line Meaning

We talk a lot in crappy cars and restaurants and shitty bars
We frequently converse in subpar locations such as low quality vehicles, eateries, and drinking establishments.


We ain't trying very hard but we've got that fucking bark
We are not putting forth great effort, yet we possess an assertive and forceful nature.


We talked the talk, packed up the shit where the fuckers would be feeling it If they could hear the epithets and the rejoinders that we sp
We confidently spoke our minds and prepared ourselves to face any consequences that may arise, whether it be through our scornful language or witty retorts.


We talk a lot and now we're feeling fine We talk a lot, yeah, we've got nothing but time And baby you don't know what it's like
We engage in prolonged conversation and currently feel content with the amount we have spoken. We have an abundance of time to continue talking, and the listener may not fully comprehend or relate to our feelings.


So let's keep rolling out of this shitty yellow light 'Cause we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days Nothing changes, it only rots away
Let's depart from this unpleasant place since we have been going through the same monotonous routine repeatedly with no variation or improvement, only causing decay.


We talk a lot but no one's listening We've been over this before Now it's happening again Now we're squawking with them crows We hang on wires and watch the city and its busy days below We talk a lot, it's the only thing we know
We frequently talk, yet nobody pays attention or listens to what we say. We are experiencing a recurring situation where we are ignored. We compare ourselves to the noisy crows, as we watch the hustle and bustle of city life from above. Talking is the primary way we communicate with others.


It's time to ride all goddamn day and night What have you got? I want to melt down with time I'm scratching out my insides
We need to spend endless hours riding around aimlessly to occupy ourselves. We want to experience the passage of time and feel it intensely. Emotionally, we are struggling and feel like we need to escape.


What are we doing here? Nothing That's what killing me That's what's fucking killing me
We are existing here without purpose, and that lack of direction is draining us emotionally and causing us distress.


So now we're rolling out of this shitty yellow light 'Cause we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days Nothing changes and we've forgotten what this used to be like
We are leaving this dismal place since we have been continuously exposed to a parade of mundane days, and there is no variation or difference. We have forgotten what it feels like to experience anything different.




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WoeBoeT

I can't sit still listening to this, the energy is still there
The waiting certainly paid off!

Emad Zia

seriously the best song on this cd, and the best song i've heard in a long time. 

Nemanja Lomić

Great song!

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new favorite, buying this album tonight

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We talk a lot in crappy cars and restaurants and shitty bars
We ain't trying very hard but we've got that fucking bark
We talked the talk, packed up the shit where the fuckers would be feeling it
If they could hear the epithets and the rejoinders that we spit

We talk a lot and now we're feeling fine
We talk a lot, yeah, we've got nothing but time
And baby you don't know what it's like

So let's keep rolling out of this shitty yellow light
'Cuz we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days
Nothing changes, it only rots away

We talk a lot but no one's listening
We've been over this before
Now it's happening again
Now we're squawking with them crows
We hang on wires and watch the city and its busy days below
We talk a lot, it's the only thing we know
It's time to ride all goddamn day and night
What have you got? I want to melt down with time
I'm scratching out my insides

So let's keep rolling out of this shitty yellow light
'Cuz we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days
Nothing changes, it only rots away

What are we doing here? Nothing
That's what killing me
That's what's fucking killing me

So now we're rolling out of this shitty yellow light
'Cuz we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days
Nothing changes and we've forgotten what this used to be like

Sebastian Chlebecek

I'll listen to this next time skatin' !!!! \m/

Mitchell Gonzalez

Joe Strummer sounds great in this song

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Rock.

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