Insincere
The Residents Lyrics


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Sometimes, when I'm quiet and by myself I do remember what it's like to be on the hunt
I usually manage to eliminate myself from those memories, I think it must be some kind of self protection device, but occasionally I do coldly recall the complete lack of sincerity it takes to be successful
The total dedication to the concepts of deception, manipulation and personal gain

Something soft and indiscrete
Something insincere but sweet
Making mildly sucking sounds
Sees its shadow on the ground

The memory thing is kind of like eating, we don't bother to remember what it felt like eating that steak when we were really hungry
Slicing into the charred flesh and watching, as the ruby juice flows from the fresh incision and out onto the otherwise pristine plate and the same single minded dedication that goes into eating that steak duplicates itself in the pursuit of physical pleasure




Hunger and sexual gratification, is there anything else?
Steaks and orgasms, how empty life would be without them

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Residents' song "Insincere" explore the theme of self-reflection and the realization of the insincerity required for success. The singer begins by acknowledging that they often forget the selfish actions they've taken to achieve their goals, but occasionally they remember the "complete lack of sincerity" necessary to reach their aspirations. The following lines describe something "insincere but sweet," possibly referring to the singer's own actions, making "mildly sucking sounds" and casting a shadow on the ground. The singer then compares the act of remembering to eating, invoking vivid imagery of eating a steak and the intense satisfaction of physical pleasure. The final question posed by the singer, "Hunger and sexual gratification, is there anything else?" seems to suggest that these desires and pursuits, as empty as they may seem, are what make life worth living.


The lyrics of "Insincere" are quite cryptic, but they seem to convey a sense of introspection and self-realization regarding the singer's own insincerity. The use of vivid imagery, such as the description of eating a steak, adds a layer of depth to the lyrics and helps to convey the intensity of the singer's emotions. Overall, the song seems to be a cautionary tale about the cost of success and the sacrifices necessary to achieve it.


Line by Line Meaning

Sometimes, when I'm quiet and by myself I do remember what it's like to be on the hunt
Occasionally, in moments of solitude, I recall the thrill of the pursuit


I usually manage to eliminate myself from those memories, I think it must be some kind of self protection device, but occasionally I do coldly recall the complete lack of sincerity it takes to be successful
I often distance myself from these memories, possibly as a coping mechanism, but on occasion I recall the insincere nature required to achieve success


Something soft and indiscrete
Something gentle and subtle


Something insincere but sweet
Something fake yet pleasant


Making mildly sucking sounds
Producing faint sucking noises


Sees its shadow on the ground
Noticing its silhouette on the floor


The memory thing is kind of like eating, we don't bother to remember what it felt like eating that steak when we were really hungry
Memory works similarly to eating; we tend to forget the sensation of being satisfied when our hunger is especially strong


Slicing into the charred flesh and watching, as the ruby juice flows from the fresh incision and out onto the otherwise pristine plate and the same single minded dedication that goes into eating that steak duplicates itself in the pursuit of physical pleasure
The same level of commitment and focus displayed while enjoying a perfectly cooked steak is also applied to seeking out physical pleasure


Hunger and sexual gratification, is there anything else?
Is there any greater driving force than the desire for either satisfaction of hunger or carnal pleasure?


Steaks and orgasms, how empty life would be without them
How bleak would existence be without the pleasures of a well-cooked steak and the physical release of an orgasm




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