Chrome
The Recoil Lyrics

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So let's be done with this. You said “I want you, I don't want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer.” Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry. So now you're in the middle of someone terrible and you're carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws, your French positions, your stripper damage. It's more than you can hide, more than you can manage. I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one. I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She's gone a bit blue around the edges. You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you're just looking for a clean sleep. She doesn't want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome. You're so rocked and wrapped in anguish, some little tragedy I'm slow to extinguish. Watching the suitors stagger home, now I'm butcher, now you're bone. I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one. It's documented, tequila scented. You want a girl who's pale and bled, you want a girl who's easily led. Her slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesn't hurt just a little bit boy. Come on, copy, she doesn't read you, she fed, fed the hand that bit her, she doesn't need you. Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black boxes. Life doesn't mean telling lies, it means enduring what you despise. I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one. I'm done, I'm through.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Recoil's song Chrome describe a woman who is fed up with the objectification and mistreatment she has faced from men. The singer seems to have been involved with a man who wanted a girl who "knows how to suffer." The woman has grown tired of this and is done with the "dark boys" who see her as nothing more than an object to be used for their pleasure. Throughout the song, she lists the various types of men she has encountered, including "tough guys with the glass jaws" and "backstage laws," and how they have tried to take advantage of her. She is tired of being seen as just a "clean sleep" and wants more respect and agency in her relationships.

The song also explores themes of power dynamics and the difficulties of trying to assert oneself in a world that doesn't always value women. The line "life doesn't mean telling lies, it means enduring what you despise" speaks to the struggle that many women face when trying to navigate societal expectations and pressures. The woman in the song has had enough of this and is ready to take control of her life and relationships.

Overall, Chrome is a powerful commentary on gender dynamics and the objectification of women. It paints a vivid picture of a woman who is fed up with being treated as nothing more than a body and is ready to take back control of her life.

Line by Line Meaning

So let's be done with this.
Let's end this conversation and move on.

You said “I want you, I don't want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer.”
You expressed a desire for a girl who can handle pain and hardship.

Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry.
I need to dry my sweaty palms so I can work harder.

So now you're in the middle of someone terrible and you're carrying a tiny crucible.
You find yourself in a difficult situation, trying to handle a small but intense problem.

Every raw boy want relief.
Everyone who is inexperienced desires some kind of release or escape from their current situation.

You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws, your French positions, your stripper damage.
You men who act tough, but are actually fragile, with your secret codes and behaviors, your exotic tastes and experiences.

It's more than you can hide, more than you can manage.
You can't keep your true self and desires hidden forever, and you'll eventually be overwhelmed by them.

I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one.
I am finished with the men who have been bringing me trouble and pain, and I won't let it happen again.

You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She's gone a bit blue around the edges.
You fantasize about a girl who is pale and thin, almost lifeless, and this is starting to become apparent.

You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you're just looking for a clean sleep.
You desire a partner who derives pleasure from relying on childlike comforts and behaviors, and you seek to escape reality through them.

She doesn't want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft machines.
Your partner is more interested in being on display and being validated by others than in actually connecting with you.

You want a girl who could suck the chrome.
You desire a partner who can fulfill all of your fantasies, no matter how strange or unconventional.

You're so rocked and wrapped in anguish, some little tragedy I'm slow to extinguish.
You are completely consumed by a personal sorrow or loss, and I am struggling to console you in any meaningful way.

Watching the suitors stagger home, now I'm butcher, now you're bone.
I am witness to the various unsuccessful attempts at love and romance, and I feel like I am to blame for how brutal and harsh the process can be.

It's documented, tequila scented.
There is a record of what has gone on between us, and the smell of alcohol is heavy in the air.

You want a girl who's pale and bled, you want a girl who's easily led.
You continue to desire a partner who is weak and submissive, who you can control and manipulate.

Her slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesn't hurt just a little bit boy.
Your need for control and dominance causes physical pain and discomfort for your partner, and I can't help but feel disgusted by it.

Come on, copy, she doesn't read you, she fed, fed the hand that bit her, she doesn't need you.
You are trying to imitate someone else's behavior, but your partner sees through it and continues to go along with it despite the harm it causes, and so she does not truly require your presence.

Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black boxes.
Your temporary sexual partners, who you treat as disposable and interchangeable, like objects to be used and then discarded.

Life doesn't mean telling lies, it means enduring what you despise.
Living truthfully means accepting and facing the things that you hate, rather than avoiding them through lies or deception.

I'm done, I'm through.
I am no longer willing to tolerate or accept this behavior, and I am ending this relationship for good.

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