Stories I Tell
Toad The Wet Sprocket Lyrics


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Don't give me answers for I would refuse
"yes" is a word for which I have no use
And I wasn't looking for heaven or hell
Just someone to listen to stories I tell

Now what is a blessing and what is a dream
Caught between portraits and none's what it seems
And why is it people expect there's a change
When I feel I'm a part of something I can't see
I feel the same

Now don't ask me questions or I will retreat
Fame is a cancer and ego its seed
Now I wasn't looking for heaven or hell
Just someone to listen to stories I tell

Do we ever wonder?
And do you ever care...

Subtle salvation in poems we know
Hiding our heads in a shadow of home
Now I wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells




Just someone to listen to stories I tell
Stories I tell

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Toad The Wet Sprocket's song "Stories I Tell" are reflective and introspective. The singer is seeking someone to listen to their stories, without judgement or interruption, and asking questions or providing answers will only make them retreat. They are caught between what they perceive as blessings and dreams and the reality that their life is not as it seems. They feel a part of something they cannot see and do not necessarily seek heaven or hell. Instead, they are just asking for someone to listen to their stories and to validate their existence. Fame and ego hold no value to them, and they are not seeking the approval of others.


The singer questions if anyone ever wonders or cares, and there is a sense of loneliness beneath the surface. They find solace in poetry and literature, hiding their head in the shadow of home. They were not looking for praise or accolades but simply someone to listen to them. In essence, the lyrics speak to the human desire for connection and validation.


Overall, "Stories I Tell" is a song that explores the human condition and the need for validation through interpersonal connections. The lyrics speak to the desire for someone to listen without judgement or interruption, without seeking answers or solutions, but instead providing a space for one's stories to be heard.


Line by Line Meaning

Don't give me answers for I would refuse
I don't want to be told what to do, because I won't listen to it anyway.


"yes" is a word for which I have no use
I don't like to say 'yes' because it feels like I'm giving in or admitting defeat.


And I wasn't looking for heaven or hell
I'm not searching for extremes of good or evil, I'm just looking for something in the middle.


Just someone to listen to stories I tell
All I really want is someone who will listen to me and hear what I have to say.


Now what is a blessing and what is a dream
It's hard to tell the difference between something that's truly a blessing and something that's just a wish or hope.


Caught between portraits and none's what it seems
Everything is subjective and open to interpretation, and it's hard to know what's really true.


And why is it people expect there's a change
People always seem to want things to be different, even if they don't know what change they're looking for.


When I feel I'm a part of something I can't see
Sometimes I feel like I'm a part of something greater than myself, even if I can't see or understand it.


I feel the same
Despite everything, I still feel the same way about things.


Now don't ask me questions or I will retreat
If someone starts asking me questions, I might become defensive and stop talking altogether.


Fame is a cancer and ego its seed
I believe that fame can be toxic and harmful, and that ego is often the root cause of it.


Now I wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells
I don't need fancy accolades or awards, just someone who will listen to me.


Do we ever wonder?
Sometimes I wonder if other people feel the same way I do.


And do you ever care...
I wonder if anyone cares about the things that I care about.


Subtle salvation in poems we know
Sometimes poetry can be a source of comfort or relief in difficult times.


Hiding our heads in a shadow of home
Sometimes we retreat to our familiar surroundings to escape from the world and its problems.


Just someone to listen to stories I tell
Once again, all I really want is someone who will listen to me and hear what I have to say.


Stories I tell
These are the stories that I keep inside me, waiting to be shared with someone who will listen.




Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP, INC.
Written by: DEAN DINNING, GLEN PHILLIPS, RANDAL GUSS, TODD NICHOLS

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Comments from YouTube:

Mark Folkerts

This is one of my all time favorite songs. So powerful, he's screaming for people to listen and I imagine people just walking by.

Luis Figuer

I get shivers down my spine every time I hear this song, it used to make cry while easily when I was a teen, so much strenght and anger, is it anger? don´t know but it touched something pretty deep inside my mind

Arcana7609

Luis Figuer probably because you felt pretty invisible

William Kelly

Strength
Bless your body , bless your soul , pray for peace and self control.

Pedro Infante

Luis Figuer
i feel is being tired, like nobody had any attention on me, like if you were looking and looking and of course you get tired, big time people using you, people being so uninterested about you, i think is what this song is really about

ldolphin34

Dark and powerful indeed.

andrendenum1

TTWS, probably the most under-rated band of all time (imo). Love their music. All of it. The epidemy of great musicians and great music and staying true to it. Never sold out their music for the sake of making it big. They just put out great music. What has happened to that mentality in the last decade?....

Sean Manley

one of their hardest hitting songs....i can't love this more

Pup314

Toad and REM both have that lyrical, poignant, melancholy sound that touches your soul and sends shivers down your spine with its haunting harmonies.

Good Karm

I feel like it could morph into "little muscle" by Catherine Wheel... several times. ... ya, memories, as it's 2020 now ... I'm very Catholic and so I guard my senses against the heavy ... but this sound brought back memories. I loved Toad The Wet Sprocket too. hmmm... did Toad do "windmills" ? Great Song.

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