103
The Whispertown 2000 Lyrics


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When I'm 102, will the sky be blue?
Will the night be long?
When I'm 103, will still you like me when my body is gone?
When I'm 104
No going out doors
No rich and no poor
Will you still like me when we're all underground
Not making a sound
Will you turn my frown upside down?
When I'm 105, will the trees be alive?
Will the ocean be cold?
When I'm 106, will we pass in a fix
Or will we still be sick and old?
When I'm 107, will hellfire leaven
No gateway heaven
When I'm 111, will you still know me when my body is gone?
When we're ashes to dust
No love, lover, lust
No pack up and leave in your pick up truck
Without the need is the greed, and all the trouble we see
Will you recognize me when I'm 103?
When I'm 110, no planet to tread




No nothin', everything is dead
When I'm 103, will I still be me when my body is gone?

Overall Meaning

The Whispertown 2000's song "103" is a contemplation of what life will be like in old age and beyond. The lyrics express the questioning of whether the world will still hold beauty and wonder, if love will continue to be present, and if there will be an afterlife. The song opens with the singer wondering if the sky will still be blue when they are 102 years old and if the night will seem long. Additionally, the singer begs the question, will her loved ones still like her when her physical body is gone, when she is 104 years old and beyond? The chorus repeats this question and expands upon it, asking if she would still be recognizable even when she has turned to dust.


The lyrics then move on to ask if trees will still be alive, and if the ocean will still be cold, when the singer is 105. At 106, the singer wonders if they will still be sick and old, or if they will have passed on. By the time they reach 107, they contemplate the possibility of an afterlife, asking if there will be hellfire or a gateway to heaven. At 111, they ask whether they will still be known when they are gone. The song ends on a melancholic note, with the realization that when they are 110, there will be nothing left, no planet to tread or anything else, for that matter.


Line by Line Meaning

When I'm 102, will the sky be blue?
As I age, I wonder if the world around me will remain constant or if things will change drastically, like the color of the sky.


Will the night be long?
I wonder if time will slow down or if my remaining years will feel longer.


When I'm 103, will still you like me when my body is gone?
Even as my body ages and begins to decline, I wonder if you will still value me for who I am as a person.


When I'm 104
As I continue to age, I ponder what life will be like at every stage.


No going out doors
At this age, I may become less mobile and unable to venture outside freely.


No rich and no poor
Death is the ultimate equalizer, erasing all differences between the wealthy and the poor.


Will you still like me when we're all underground
Even in death, will our connection and love for each other persist?


Not making a sound
As we lay in our graves, we will be completely still and silent.


Will you turn my frown upside down?
I wonder if you will still have the power to make me smile, even after I'm gone.


When I'm 105, will the trees be alive?
I question whether the natural world will thrive as I grow older or if it will succumb to the effects of climate change.


Will the ocean be cold?
I wonder if the world's oceans will become frigid as a result of climate change.


When I'm 106, will we pass in a fix
At this late stage, I wonder if fate will continue to bring us back together, or if we will drift apart for good.


Or will we still be sick and old?
As we both age, I question whether our health will hold up or if we will be plagued with illness.


When I'm 107, will hellfire leaven
In my later years, I am curious about the nature of the afterlife and whether or not I will be punished or rewarded for my deeds in life.


No gateway heaven
Perhaps there is no clear path to heaven or the afterlife after all.


When I'm 111, will you still know me when my body is gone?
Even centuries after my death, will my legacy and memory continue to live on through you?


When we're ashes to dust
At the end of life, we all return to the earth from which we came.


No love, lover, lust
In death, there is no room for the earthly desires and pleasures of love and sex.


No pack up and leave in your pick up truck
We cannot take anything with us when we die, not even our possessions or transportation.


Without the need is the greed, and all the trouble we see
The problems and conflicts of this world stem from humanity's inherent desire for material gain and wealth.


Will you recognize me when I'm 103?
Even as my physical body withers with age, will you still see the essence of who I am as a person?


When I'm 110, no planet to tread
In this hypothetical future, the earth may become uninhabitable or vanish entirely.


No nothin', everything is dead
In this lifeless world, there is nothing left to experience or enjoy.


When I'm 103, will I still be me when my body is gone?
As death draws closer, I contemplate whether there is more to my identity than just my physical body.




Writer(s): the whispertown 2000, morgan nagler

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