Imaginary Friends
The Lightning Seeds Lyrics


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He's moving into an art deco pad
To swell the ranks of the clinically sad
Shaking off the past with a change of address
But keeps his telephone number and hopes for the best

He makes a list of all his favourite friends
Then leaves his footprints on the steps that shine
With tears that he has wept again... and again...
He bought his clothes from a skateboard boutizue

Hung around in places where nobody speaks
Got on line to an internet club
Played trivial pursuit with the goddess of love
And counted his imaginary friends, got up to ten,

Lost count and then went out to walk the streets
'Til god knows when
He met a girls who liked a bit of a laugh
He gained the youth that he'd forgotten to have

So now they mess about with things that are highly illegal
Often get mistaken for interesting people
And no-one ever seems to ring their bell
But do they care, well do they hell





They're gonna kiss and never tell again... and again...

Overall Meaning

The Lightning Seeds's "Imaginary Friends" is a song that tells the story of a lonely man who moves to a new place in hopes of leaving his past behind. Though he tries to shake off his past, he still holds onto his telephone number and carries the hope that things will eventually get better. In his new home, the man makes a list of all his favorite friends and leaves his footprints on the shiny steps. He weeps, remembering all of the hurt and pain he has experienced in the past.


The man eventually finds refuge in skateboarding and virtual reality, playing games like trivial pursuit with the goddess of love. He counts his imaginary friends and loses track, going out to wander the streets until he meets a girl who brings laughter back into his life. They start to engage in illegal activities together, but they do not care about what others think of them.


The song is a poignant narrative of self-discovery and moving on. It encourages people to embrace new experiences and seek happiness, even if others perceive it as unconventional.


Line by Line Meaning

He's moving into an art deco pad
He's changing his living space to distract from his sadness


To swell the ranks of the clinically sad
He hopes to find solace with others who share his pain


Shaking off the past with a change of address
He wants to leave behind his old memories by relocating


But keeps his telephone number and hopes for the best
He's holding onto the possibility of rekindling old connections


He makes a list of all his favourite friends
He tries to focus on the people who matter to him


Then leaves his footprints on the steps that shine
He marks his presence as a way of seeking validation


With tears that he has wept again... and again...
He's still grieving for his losses as he walks away


He bought his clothes from a skateboard boutizue
He's trying to dress in a youthful, trendy way to feel better


Hung around in places where nobody speaks
He frequents quiet areas to be alone with his thoughts


Got on line to an internet club
He seeks connections with like-minded people online


Played trivial pursuit with the goddess of love
He imagines himself interacting with the embodiment of love


And counted his imaginary friends, got up to ten,
He creates a world of imagined friends to keep himself company


Lost count and then went out to walk the streets
He loses track of his thoughts and goes for a walk to clear his head


'Til god knows when
He loses track of time as he wanders aimlessly


He met a girl who liked a bit of a laugh
He meets someone who brings joy back into his life


He gained the youth that he'd forgotten to have
He feels young again and gains a renewed sense of happiness


So now they mess about with things that are highly illegal
He engages in illicit activities to feel alive and free


Often get mistaken for interesting people
He feels like he's living a life that's exciting and intriguing


And no-one ever seems to ring their bell
They're left alone to their own devices, which suits them fine


But do they care, well do they hell
They don't care what others think of them because they're happy


They're gonna kiss and never tell again... and again...
They'll continue to enjoy their own company and keep their secrets




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: IAN ZACHARY BROUDIE, TERRY HALL

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