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The Wedding Present Lyrics


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I bumped into Joe on Victoria Road
And he told me something
About last weekend, he knows your new boyfriend
(He said he saw it coming)
And those letters I wrote, so now I know
What you do with them
Well of course he looked, you sliced me up
And then showed it to him

He's changed around the posters on your wall
And finished all but one glass of your wine
His head's been on the pillows that I bought
And now he's seen me say, "I love you" all those times

And the old photos in the silly clothes
There must be much more
God, the poems I sent and that massive dent
I left in your door

I don't want them back, you can burn the lot
I just feel betrayed
Well it's been this long and all the flesh has gone
But the bones remain

He's changed around the posters on your wall
And finished all but one glass of your wine
His head's been on the pillows that I bought
And now he's seen me say, "I love you" all those times





I still can't get mad at you, no matter how I try
I still can't get mad at you, no matter how I try

Overall Meaning

The Wedding Present's "Thanks" is a heart-breaking song about a painful breakup. The singer bumps into Joe, who tells him about seeing his ex-girlfriend with her new boyfriend. The singer then reveals that his ex-girlfriend showed the new boyfriend the letters he wrote to her, and sliced him up. He goes on to describe the things he left behind at her place, like old photos and poems, and how hurt he feels about her betraying his trust. Despite everything, he cannot get mad at her, no matter how much he tries.


At its core, "Thanks" is about the pain of betrayal and the inability to let go of someone you still love. The lyrics are visceral and raw, with the singer laying bare his emotions for all to see. The use of specific details, like the posters on the wall and the wine glasses, give the song a sense of realism and make the emotions feel all the more real.


Line by Line Meaning

I bumped into Joe on Victoria Road
I met someone named Joe while walking down Victoria Road.


And he told me something
Joe revealed a piece of information to me.


About last weekend, he knows your new boyfriend
Joe knows about your new partner who was with you last weekend.


(He said he saw it coming)
(Joe had an inkling that this would happen.)


And those letters I wrote, so now I know
You read the letters I wrote to you, and now I am aware.


What you do with them
I am now aware of what you have done with my letters.


Well of course he looked, you sliced me up
It is only natural that he looked at the letters, even though it hurts me.


And then showed it to him
You even showed him the letters, adding to my pain.


He's changed around the posters on your wall
Your new partner has rearranged the posters on your wall.


And finished all but one glass of your wine
Your partner has drunk all but one glass of wine at your place.


His head's been on the pillows that I bought
He has used the pillows that I had bought for you.


And now he's seen me say, "I love you" all those times
Your partner has seen the messages of love I sent you.


And the old photos in the silly clothes
Your old photos, when we were happy, while wearing silly clothes.


There must be much more
There were definitely more happy memories that we shared.


God, the poems I sent and that massive dent
I wrote you poems and even left a dent in your door during our happy times.


I left in your door
I still remember the dent I made on your door.


I don't want them back, you can burn the lot
You can get rid of all the things I left for you, I do not want them back.


I just feel betrayed
Despite everything, I feel betrayed by your actions.


Well it's been this long and all the flesh has gone
Despite the passage of time, I still can't let go of the memories we shared.


But the bones remain
The memories of our relationship still linger in my mind.


I still can't get mad at you, no matter how I try
Despite everything that has happened, I still cannot bring myself to be angry with you.


I still can't get mad at you, no matter how I try
No matter how much I try, I am still unable to feel anger towards you.




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