For Charles Bronson
The Mountain Goats Lyrics


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Catch a lucky break, try to make it last
Rig a blanket curtain up between
the present and the past

Play my lucky numbers
for most of what they're worth
Lie about my age right down to my last day on this earth
Set your sights on good fortune
Concentrate
Pull back the hammer
Try to hold the gun straight

Hit the gym each night,
stay cool and seldom speak
Keep the heart of a champion
Never let them see you're weak

And whatever they say
on your page three mention
Focus on the parts that make you feel good
Be grateful for the attention

Set your sights on good fortune
Concentrate
Pull back the hammer
Try to hold the gun straight

Try to hold the gun straight
And true
And steady
Let the frame find you when the cameraman's ready

Work until I drop
Drift from place to place
Ehrenfeld, Pennsylvania
scratched into my face

Set your sights on good fortune
Concentrate
Pull back the hammer




Try to hold the gun straight
Try to hold the gun straight

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of The Mountain Goats' “For Charles Bronson” present a rather bleak outlook on life, one that is grounded in the pursuit of good fortune and luck. The singer's intentions are to catch a lucky break, to play their lucky numbers, and build a barrier between the present and the past. The song continues with the singer's advice on how to achieve this, such as lying about their age and staying cool and seldom speaking while hitting the gym each night. The singer acknowledges that attention is crucial, and it's essential to focus on the parts that make one feel good while keeping an eye on one's goal, setting sights on good fortune, and concentrating.


The last verse of “For Charles Bronson” is a somewhat jarring conclusion where the singer describes working until they drop and drifting from place to place, with Pennsylvania scratched into their face. The line touches upon the idea of movement and the sense of being static in one's life, of being stuck in a rut, doing whatever it takes to achieve that sought-after good fortune, with the repeated line of 'try to hold the gun straight' echoing the idea of aiming at one's objective relentlessly and with precision.


The song unfolds in a manner that makes one feel like the singer has been attempting to achieve success through certain means but has been unsuccessful to some extent. However, what is apparent is the unwavering determination to strive for what has been lost or missed upon, and to hold on to something. The lyrics may speak to the futility of attaining material success, but it also suggests an embedded acknowledgment that one must still try, must still hold the gun steady.


Line by Line Meaning

Catch a lucky break, try to make it last
Take advantage of any fortunate opportunities that come your way and try to maintain that success for as long as possible


Rig a blanket curtain up between the present and the past
Create a separation between current circumstances and past events, perhaps as a means of coping or moving on


Play my lucky numbers for most of what they're worth
Invest a lot of time or resources into what one believes will bring them luck, despite any skepticism or opposition


Lie about my age right down to my last day on this earth
Falsify personal information, perhaps to avoid judgment or to appear more desirable, until one's dying day


Set your sights on good fortune Concentrate Pull back the hammer Try to hold the gun straight
Focus intently on achieving success and be prepared to take action to achieve it, even if it requires precision and control


Hit the gym each night, stay cool and seldom speak Keep the heart of a champion Never let them see you're weak
Maintain a disciplined, confident attitude, with a mentality that reflects perseverance, even in tough situations


And whatever they say on your page three mention Focus on the parts that make you feel good Be grateful for the attention
Filter out any negative attention or criticism and instead focus on the positive aspects that make oneself feel better and appreciate any recognition received


Try to hold the gun straight And true And steady Let the frame find you when the cameraman's ready
A continuation of the gun metaphor, emphasizing the importance of being prepared and composed, with trust that success will come at the right time


Work until I drop Drift from place to place Ehrenfeld, Pennsylvania scratched into my face
Toil endlessly even if it means traveling often or not having a permanent place to call home, as evidenced by the physical marks of a specific location




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Comments from YouTube:

philophos

"Set your sights on good fortune. Concentrate." -- that should be a mantra we all whisper to ourselves occasionally.

oreokoiboy

philophos i’m gonna write this on my shoe

Daniell

Catch a lucky break, try to make it last
Rig a blanket curtain up between
the present and the past
Play my lucky numbers
for most of what they're worth
Lie about my age right down to my last day on this earth
Set your sights on good fortune
Concentrate
Pull back the hammer
Try to hold the gun straight
Hit the gym each night,
stay cool and seldom speak
Keep the heart of a champion
Never let them see you're weak
And whatever they say
on your page three mention
Focus on the parts that make you feel good
Be grateful for the attention
Set your sights on good fortune
Concentrate
Pull back the hammer
Try to hold the gun straight
Try to hold the gun straight
And true
And steady
Let the frame find you when the cameraman's ready
Work until I drop
Drift from place to place
Ehrenfeld, Pennsylvania
scratched into my face
Set your sights on good fortune
Concentrate
Pull back the hammer
Try to hold the gun straight
Try to hold the gun straight

Daisy Wanderlust

focus on the parts that make you feel good. set your sights on good fortune… this song cracked me man. floodgates opened like a bitch.

antmanbee100

My mom grew up 3 miles from Ehrenfeld.

Mirandasiwillja

Drexl Spivey: Marty. Y'know what we got here? Motherfuckin' Charlie Bronson. Mr. Majestyk. - True Romance

Kyle

Justvwatched that again think of this song every time lmao