Birmingham
The Wolfgang Press Lyrics


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Wolfgang
Wolfgang [Incomprehensible]
Wolfgang
Wolfgang

Face the facts and don't look back
There's a hole in this middle town affair
There's a whole inquest, like a hole in rest
That I think I'm going to have to sit in

You're a sleeping bag
You're a rhyming slug

Pressure, pressure

Man is sick of chairs
From the heart of the sins above ground
Around here, I think I'm Jesus
And I'm sick of all the songs about love

Head hunt in Birmingham
We're going to hurry down the same old roads
I'm not going to think that I'm a Jesus
Sorry this and sorry that's the same old bone

Pressure, pressure

[Incomprehensible]

Fix this, kiss this

I'm not sick, I'm going to handle this
I'm going to have everything I want to have
I'm going to seed some mean
I'm going to raise a scene
I'm going to raise everything I ever had





I'm not sick, I'm going to handle this
I'm going to

Overall Meaning

make it through, I'm going to make a wish
I'm going to break some bones
I'm going to make it known
That I am not just some sleeping bag


The lyrics of The Wolfgang Press's song "Birmingham" showcase the frustration and angst of the singer amidst the monotony of a middle town affair. The repetition of "Wolfgang" could be interpreted as the singer's personal mantra or battle cry as he faces the challenges of his environment. The opening lines, "Face the facts and don't look back, there's a hole in this middle town affair," suggests that the singer is trying to come to terms with the limitations of his surroundings.


The middle section of the song expresses the singer's dissatisfaction with the status quo and his desire for change. He refers to himself as "Jesus" and claims to be sick of love songs, indicating a desire for something more raw and real. The phrase "pressure, pressure" is repeatedly sung, perhaps signifying the pressure felt by the singer to conform to societal norms or expectations.


Line by Line Meaning

Face the facts and don't look back
Acknowledge the truth and move forward without hesitation


There's a hole in this middle town affair
There is something missing or lacking in the city center


There's a whole inquest, like a hole in rest
There is an investigation or inquiry that is causing unrest


That I think I'm going to have to sit in
That I will be involved and impacted by the investigation or inquiry


You're a sleeping bag
You are comfortable and complacent


You're a rhyming slug
You are uncreative and uninspired


Man is sick of chairs
We are tired of the mundane and routine


From the heart of the sins above ground
The root of our problems are deeply ingrained in our society


Around here, I think I'm Jesus
I feel like I am all-powerful or have a god complex


And I'm sick of all the songs about love
I am tired of the cliche and overused topic of love in music


Head hunt in Birmingham
Going on a search and taking action in Birmingham


We're going to hurry down the same old roads
We will take familiar paths and repeat past actions


Sorry this and sorry that's the same old bone
Apologizing repeatedly for the same mistakes is getting old


Fix this, kiss this
Taking action to solve a problem


I'm not sick, I'm going to handle this
I am not unwell, I will take control and solve the problem


I'm going to have everything I want to have
I will work towards achieving my goals and obtaining what I desire


I'm going to seed some mean
I will cause trouble and chaos


I'm going to raise a scene
I will create a commotion or disturbance


I'm going to raise everything I ever had
I will revive and revitalize everything that I have previously accomplished.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ANDREW KEITH GRAY, MARK ALAN COX, MICHAEL DEREK ALLEN

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