Strange
Thomas Dollbaum Lyrics
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riding high across the gruesome blue wind.
Clouds hang on the backs of skies,
that all your dreams just die in.
One day they'll put me in a pine box,
with a brand new golden cross.
Heaven's just something I hold on to,
To keep from feeling lost
Come inside honey, it's time for bed
There is nothing you can hold on to
that you won't soon forget.
Feeling strange like the whole world's coming
down around me over and over again.
Feeling strange like a moth drawn to the flame
You make the same mistake over and over again.
Feeling strange like the whole world
is calling me down
Feeling strange like I'm breathing
at the speed of sound.
Baby ain't it strange how we love?
Every time that you call me up,
your just country mule kicking
looking for a life of your own.
Never, never, never give up
on the things that make you feel less alone.
I drove out to the darkest part of the darkest road.
Where all the trees are picked bare.
If you ever get tired of it honey you can come
out and meet me there
The water is fine, maybe dive right in
The water is the same as it's always been.
Feeling strange like the whole world's coming
down around me over and over again.
Feeling strange like I've never seen a face or a
name that I like half as much as this.
Feeling strange like the whole world
Is calling me down.
Feeling strange like I'm breathing
at the speed of sound.
Baby ain't it strange how we love?
The lyrics of Thomas Dollbaum's song "Strange" evoke a sense of disorientation and longing, as the singer grapples with conflicting emotions and experiences. The imagery of riding in the back of a pick-up truck symbolizes a sense of freedom and adventure, but it is juxtaposed with the unsettling and ominous "gruesome blue wind." This sets the stage for the internal struggle and uncertainty that the singer feels throughout the song.
The line "Clouds hang on the backs of skies, that all your dreams just die in" suggests a sense of disillusionment and the crushing weight of unfulfilled aspirations. It speaks to the idea that one's dreams and ambitions can be stifled by external forces or circumstances, leading to a feeling of loss or despair.
The chorus captures the essence of the song's theme of feeling strange in various ways. It reflects a sense of being trapped in a cycle of repeating mistakes, where the world feels like it's crumbling down and the singer is drawn to destructive patterns. However, there is also a glimmer of hope and resilience in the line "Heaven's just something I hold on to, to keep from feeling lost." It suggests that despite the hardships faced, the singer clings to the idea of something greater and finds solace in it.
The bridge of the song introduces another layer of complexity. It explores the nature of love, acknowledging its strangeness and unpredictability. The line "Every time that you call me up, you're just country mule kicking looking for a life of your own" speaks to the challenges and conflicts within a relationship, where both individuals are searching for their own identities while trying to navigate their love for each other.
Line by Line Meaning
In the back of a pick-up truck,
riding high across the gruesome blue wind.
Sitting in the rear of a truck, elevated above the harsh gusts of wind, traveling.
Clouds hang on the backs of skies,
that all your dreams just die in.
The presence of clouds obscures the potential of achieving dreams.
One day they'll put me in a pine box,
with a brand new golden cross.
Eventually, I will be buried in a simple and humble coffin adorned with a pristine golden cross.
Heaven's just something I hold on to,
To keep from feeling lost
I cling to the concept of heaven to prevent a sense of being directionless.
Come inside honey, it's time for bed
There is nothing you can hold on to
that you won't soon forget.
Come indoors, my dear, it's time to sleep. All experiences are ephemeral and will be remembered fleetingly.
Feeling strange like the whole world's coming
down around me over and over again.
Experiencing a peculiar sensation as if the entire world is repeatedly collapsing in my vicinity.
Feeling strange like a moth drawn to the flame
You make the same mistake over and over again.
Feeling an unusual attraction like a moth being lured towards a dangerous fire, while continuously repeating the same error.
Feeling strange like the whole world
is calling me down
Experiencing an odd sensation as if the entire world is compelling me towards a downward spiral.
Feeling strange like I'm breathing
at the speed of sound.
Feeling an unusual sensation akin to inhaling and exhaling at a rapid pace, comparable to the speed of sound.
Baby ain't it strange how we love?
Isn't it peculiar how we experience love?
Every time that you call me up,
your just country mule kicking
looking for a life of your own.
Whenever you contact me, you are simply striving for independence and seeking your own path, similar to a stubborn mule from the countryside.
Never, never, never give up
on the things that make you feel less alone.
Persistently hold on to the aspects that provide solace and diminish a sense of loneliness.
I drove out to the darkest part of the darkest road.
Where all the trees are picked bare.
I traveled to the gloomiest section of a desolate road, where the trees have been stripped of their foliage.
If you ever get tired of it honey you can come
out and meet me there
If you ever become weary of your current circumstances, my dear, you have the option to join me in that location.
The water is fine, maybe dive right in
The water is the same as it's always been.
The water is pleasant, perhaps you should immerse yourself completely. The water remains unchanged from its usual state.
Feeling strange like the whole world's coming
down around me over and over again.
Experiencing a peculiar sensation as if the entire world is repeatedly collapsing in my vicinity.
Feeling strange like I've never seen a face or a
name that I like half as much as this.
Feeling an unusual sensation as if I have never encountered a visage or a title that captivates me to the same extent as this one.
Feeling strange like the whole world
Is calling me down.
Experiencing an odd sensation as if the entire world is compelling me towards a downward spiral.
Feeling strange like I'm breathing
at the speed of sound.
Feeling an unusual sensation akin to inhaling and exhaling at a rapid pace, comparable to the speed of sound.
Baby ain't it strange how we love?
Isn't it peculiar how we experience love?
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Written by: SCOTT THOMAS
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