Opening Night
Tim Kasher Lyrics


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Don't blame me if no one shows; I told you before
You're not so young anymore
We're models, then we're strippers, then whores
Desperately wanted, now desperate to be wanted
Like we were before
We're dinosaurs
On with the show
All my friends have grown and gone
Won't be long before I
Buy my own little slice of life
I'll buy the milk, I'll buy the cow, I'll buy the farm
Two bags of groceries and a baby in my arms
Oh lord, I hope I die before I'm adult
Still on with, on with the show
On with the show

All that pain you bottle up
It'll never be enough
To cure your middle-age
You fell out of the race when you fell in love
And your horse ran off with the wild
And the free and the young
Goddamn those _ boys
How I hate them so
How I hate, I hate them so




Still, on with, yeah, on with the show
On with the show

Overall Meaning

In Tim Kasher's song "Opening Night," the lyrics speak to the struggles of growing older and feeling like a has-been in the entertainment industry. The opening lines, "Don't blame me if no one shows, I told you before you're not so young anymore," set a tone of frustration and disappointment that carries throughout the song. The character is reflecting on their past as a model, stripper, and eventually, a prostitute. They reveal the desperation they once felt to be wanted and recognized, but now feel outdated and no longer relevant. The comparison to dinosaurs emphasizes their feeling of being ancient and irrelevant to the current entertainment scene. Despite this feeling, the character knows they must carry on with the performance - "On with the show."


The second verse touches on the idea of growing up and settling down, perhaps something that the character once thought they would never do. They express a desire to buy their "own little slice of life," but also reveal a fear of fully embracing adulthood - "Oh lord, I hope I die before I'm an adult." This fear reflects their struggle with coming to terms with the passage of time and their own mortality. The verse ends with a phrase that has become a common metaphor for committing to a serious relationship - "I'll buy the milk, I'll buy the cow, I'll buy the farm, two bags of groceries and a baby in my arms."


The final verse speaks to the pain of aging and the realization that the dreams and aspirations of youth may never come to fruition. The character expresses bitterness towards the younger generation ("Goddamn those _ boys, how I hate them so") but ultimately acknowledges that they must continue with the show. The song, as a whole, feels like a reflection on the inevitability of aging and the eventual realization that time stops for no one.


Line by Line Meaning

Don't blame me if no one shows; I told you before
I have already warned you that this show may not have any viewers, so don't hold me responsible for it


You're not so young anymore
Age has caught up with you


We're models, then we're strippers, then whores
We have been through various professions that may not be considered ethical by others


Desperately wanted, now desperate to be wanted
We were once in demand, but now we are eager to be required once again


Like we were before
Just like the past when we were quite popular


We're dinosaurs
We are now extinct and out of fashion


On with the show
Despite all this, let's carry on with the show


All my friends have grown and gone
All my buddies have matured and departed


Won't be long before I
In no time, I


Buy my own little slice of life
Will acquire my own piece of existence


I'll buy the milk, I'll buy the cow, I'll buy the farm
I will become self-sufficient and independent


Two bags of groceries and a baby in my arms
I will have my loved ones with me as well as basic necessities


Oh lord, I hope I die before I'm adult
I do not wish to assume adult responsibilities and duties


Still on with, on with the show
Despite all this, let's carry on with the show


All that pain you bottle up
The suffering you keep hidden within yourself


It'll never be enough
It will never be sufficient


To cure your middle-age
To relieve the troubles of middle age


You fell out of the race when you fell in love
You withdrew from the competition when you fell in love


And your horse ran off with the wild
Your passion and vitality were taken by someone else


And the free and the young
While they were still free and young


Goddamn those _ boys
An expression of anger towards young men


How I hate them so
I intensely dislike them


Still, on with, yeah, on with the show
Despite all this, let's carry on with the show




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Comments from YouTube:

@MrDeathlocker

@2:40 Ooh, how I love how he sings "How I hate"..

@sil7143

años que sigo escuchando este tema, como lo amo...

@addictioner

This was well directed

@TheSoelter

he is sad

@pshep138

no ur sad

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