Skin
Tom Milsom Lyrics
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When my new skin was a week old, I sat at my piano to try starting something fresh. I was keen to see how my new body would work this out, but instead of rising to the occasion, my slimmer, streamlined fingers were skittery on the keys, ten miniature bambis on eighty-seven frozen lakes. The guitar was no better. The strings sliced my un-calloused tips and made them bleed. I was tired. Laughing made my new cheeks ache, and crying made them rashy. A week went by with no improvement and in desperation, I turned to my wardrobe. When I’d first removed the skin, I hadn’t known if it was to be of any use ever again but clever old me had had the foresight to keep it for a couple of months, just in case, and so there, airing on a hanger, were the fingers that had made all my chords before, the face that had felt all my tears before, the feet and shoulders and chest that had for nineteen years been my old translucent home. I reluctantly tugged it on. It was cold against my new skin, and heavy. It didn’t fit as tightly as it used to, and would bunch and sag, but it was fine around the fingers, and fine around the face. For a while, I was me again.
Weeks passed. I wrote more songs that could have sat side-by-side with the pieces that populated Painfully Mainstream. I considered re-releasing it as a double album. Then one day, I started to deteriorate. Holes were appearing in my skin suit, first at the pits where it would disintegrate, and then around my nipples and on my neck, tiny holes at first that would grow larger and more noticeable with the wear of every passing day. It took two weeks for the suit to be in tatters, but I steadfastly refused to take it off. The more it fell apart, the more comfortable it became. The more it felt like the real me.
It was a month before I noticed. With every passing day, my skin suit had been getting tighter and more contoured, and I relaxed into it, when any dermatologist could have told me that the last of the suit had slid away and what I was wearing now was my own skin, permanently darkened by the oils of the suit and gradually taught how to survive the everyday by the ever thinning layers of protection I had given it.
It was the day after I finally released Explorers 6. Everyone was happy, and I lay back on my bed, satisfied and idly toying with a little white flap of skin on the end of my thumb.
The lyrics to Tom Milsom's song "Skin" describe a surreal experience of shedding one's own skin and then trying to adjust to a new body. The imagery is vivid and disturbing, with the skin coming off in large chunks and leaving the singer feeling vulnerable and exposed. Yet, even after putting on a "skin suit" made from the old skin, the singer realizes that they have changed fundamentally and must learn to adapt to their new body. The song raises questions about identity, transformation, and the limits of self-perception.
The first paragraph describes the initial experience of shedding skin, which is conveyed with a mix of horror and fascination. The singer feels like they are giving birth to a new body, with strange new sensations and movements. The second paragraph explores the difficulties of adjusting to the new body, which prove to be more complicated than simply putting on the old skin again. The final paragraph hints at a larger transformation that has taken place, as the singer realizes that their new body has its own unique qualities and abilities.
Overall, the lyrics to "Skin" are a powerful exploration of the human experience of change and transformation. The surreal imagery and disturbingly physical descriptions create a sense of disorientation and discomfort, while also conveying a sense of wonder and possibility. The song offers no easy answers to the questions it raises, but instead invites the listener to confront their own feelings about identity, change, and the nature of the self.
Line by Line Meaning
It was big, a hole in my hand that wouldn’t close up on its own
A flap of skin appeared on the tip of Tom Milsom's thumb, which was large and could not heal on its own.
I pulled at the flap and watched in horror as it slid the skin off my thumb whole
Tom tried to remove the flap of skin, but ended up pulling off the skin of his thumb completely.
It was attached to my hand and so what else could I do but keep pulling
Despite feeling horrified, Tom had to keep pulling the skin off since it was still attached to his hand.
My new body was bone dry, and lightweight
After shedding his skin, Tom's new body felt dry and lightweight.
I turned to my wardrobe
In an attempt to regain his old self, Tom turned to his wardrobe to find his discarded skin.
it was fine around the fingers, and fine around the face. For a while, I was me again
Wearing his old skin suit, Tom felt like himself again for a temporary period of time.
The more it felt like the real me
As the skin suit began to disintegrate, Tom felt more like himself and more comfortable in his own skin.
the last of the suit had slid away and what I was wearing now was my own skin
Tom realized that the skin suit had completely disintegrated, leaving him with his own skin, which had become darker due to the oils of the suit.
My mouth started formulating words in a way my old ears had never heard
With his new body, Tom's mouth began to communicate in a different way that his old ears were not used to hearing.
and it would take me a year to become accustomed to it
Tom needed time to adjust to his new body and the way it functioned.
Contributed by Penelope V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Sharpened Blade
I don't know why, But I love this song. c: And nice video.
els
This is really cool! :D
TheFlitwickChronicle
Thanks. It was pretty fun to film :)