Semolina
The Residents Lyrics


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Semolina
Semolina

Semolina
Loves the seashells
At the shore she
Loves the seashells
She can see the silver
Sometimes shining on the sea
Reflecting from the flying fishes
Wishing she could be

A little piece of sand that's blown
Above the ocean's breeze
But all she has is thoughts of all
Those fingers peeling seeds
And leaving them to mold among
The women watching weeds

Semolina
Semolina

Semolina
Loves the seashells
At the shore she
Loves the seashells

Semolina
Semolina
Semolina
Semolina

Semolina




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Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Residents' song Semolina are both enigmatic and deeply contemplative in nature, with a sense of longing and yearning that pervades the entire composition. The central figure of the song is Semolina, a woman who is entranced by the beauty and wonder of the seashells that she gathers along the shore. She watches as the light reflects off the sea, wishing that she could be a part of the landscape, a tiny grain of sand that is lifted by the breeze and carried out to sea on the currents.


However, despite her dreams and aspirations, Semolina remains stuck in her mundane existence, constantly reminded of the drudgery and banality of daily life. She can only think of the women around her, peeling seeds and watching weeds grow, as she becomes lost in her thoughts and fantasies. And yet, despite everything, she remains in love with the seashells, with the endless variety of shapes and sizes that they come in, and with the boundless potential and possibility that they represent.


The Residents' Semolina is a haunting and memorable composition that stays with the listener long after the song has ended. It is a meditation on the fragility and fleetingness of existence, and on the power of dreams and imagination to transport us beyond our mundane realities. Above all, it is a testament to the enduring beauty and mystery of the natural world, and to our eternal fascination with and reverence for its wonders.


Line by Line Meaning

Semolina
Introduction of the singer of the song named Semolina.


Semolina
Reiteration of the singer's name, setting the tone of the song.


Semolina
Repetition of Semolina's name, acting like a refrain in the song.


Loves the seashells
Semolina loves the seashells present at the shore.


At the shore she
Semolina is situated at the shore.


Loves the seashells
Another reiteration of Semolina's love for seashells.


She can see the silver
Semolina can view the reflection of silver in the water.


Sometimes shining on the sea
The silver that is reflected in the water is sporadic and intermittent.


Reflecting from the flying fishes
The silver being reflected stems from the flying fishes present in the water.


Wishing she could be
Semolina desires to become a part of the shimmering reflection.


A little piece of sand that's blown
Semolina wishes to be a small sand particle that is flown above the ocean's breeze.


Above the ocean's breeze
The aforementioned sand particle would be above the ocean's breezy currents.


But all she has is thoughts of all
Semolina is only capable of having thoughts, unfortunately.


Those fingers peeling seeds
Semolina associates her thoughts with the act of peeling seeds.


And leaving them to mold among
After peeling, the seeds are left to rot among.


The women watching weeds
The seeds left to rot are being observed by women who are monitoring nearby vegetation.


Semolina
Another repetition of the artist's name.


Semolina
The continuation of the refrain utilizing Semolina's name.


Semolina
The repetition of Semolina's name one last time to finalize the song.


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Hard to transcribe due to it being inaudible.


[Incomprehensible]
Similar to the previous line, it is unclear what is being said as it is incomprehensible.




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