Downright
Trails and Ways Lyrics


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How'd you like to take me under
that all locked-up city?
Heard about what you're doing down there,
but try and bring me up to speed.
Is there somewhere we could talk freely?
Suspend my disbelief.

It's downright unconscionable.
You feel me? Don't let em get you down.
They hold you tight, and they call it legal.
You feel me? Don't let em get you down.

Yeah you know me the printing press,
with no circulation.
A club PA without a low end.
Can you hear me out there?

In this heavy state, nah, I don't feel right.
No kind of altitude seems to make it right.
A healthy heart cannot make it right.
Even the brush of you does not make it right.
A boring wealth doesn't make it right.
A graceful wealth does not make it right.

My good words do not make it right.
But if I put it like this, you know I think I might

Overall Meaning

In the opening lines of "Downright," Trails and Ways explore a sense of entrapment in an urban environment, metaphorically described as a "locked-up city." The singer appears to be addressing someone who possesses insider knowledge about this city, suggesting a desire to understand the complexities and challenges of the world they inhabit. The line "try and bring me up to speed" highlights a yearning for connection and communication, as the singer feels disconnected from the happenings in this urban space. The mention of seeking a place to "talk freely" indicates a longing for open dialogue in an environment where such conversations may be difficult. This sets the tone for the song, which grapples with themes of communication, isolation, and the challenges of understanding a complex reality.


The refrain "It's downright unconscionable" introduces a sense of outrage or disillusionment with the status quo. This phrase encapsulates the surreal experience of confronting societal injustices that are often normalized, such as the coercive nature of authority symbolized by "they hold you tight, and they call it legal." Here, the singer is essentially urging the listener to resist succumbing to despair, encouraging resilience in the face of institutional oppression. The repetition of "you feel me?" serves as both a rallying cry and a plea for empathy — it's a moment of shared understanding between the singer and their audience, emphasizing the communal nature of struggle.


In the third stanza, the metaphor of being a "printing press, with no circulation" presents a poignant image of creative frustration. This line suggests a voice that is capable of producing meaningful content but lacks the means to reach an audience, symbolizing a struggle for visibility and recognition in a world filled with noise. In juxtaposition, "a club PA without a low end" reinforces the feeling of incompleteness or lack of depth; both images convey a sense of dissatisfaction with one’s own potential and the failure to resonate with others. The plea of "Can you hear me out there?" highlights the desperation for acknowledgement and connection, revealing a struggle for validation in an increasingly disconnected society.


As the song reaches its closing lines, it culminates in the acknowledgment of personal inadequacies and the search for rectification. The singer reflects on various attempts to find balance and meaning in life, citing a "heavy state" where nothing feels quite right, regardless of external circumstances or internal virtues. This realization that even positive attributes like a "healthy heart" or "good words do not make it right" suggests an exploration of the existential weight that comes with trying to navigate personal and societal challenges. The line "But if I put it like this, you know I think I might" leaves room for hope and possibility, hinting that perhaps articulating one's feelings and experiences could foster understanding, connection, and ultimately, a path toward resolving the dissonance that pervades both the singer's life and the world around them.


Line by Line Meaning

How'd you like to take me under
Would you consider inviting me into your world?


that all locked-up city?
This confined and secretive place you inhabit?


Heard about what you're doing down there,
I've learned of your activities and the situations you're involved in.


but try and bring me up to speed.
However, please update me with the latest developments.


Is there somewhere we could talk freely?
Can we find a space where we can express ourselves honestly?


Suspend my disbelief.
Allow me to set aside my skepticism for a moment.


It's downright unconscionable.
What is happening is utterly unacceptable.


You feel me? Don't let em get you down.
Do you understand? Don't let their actions bring you despair.


They hold you tight, and they call it legal.
They may control you rigidly, yet justify it with legality.


You feel me? Don't let em get you down.
Are you with me? Resist allowing them to discourage you.


Yeah you know me the printing press,
I'm like a printing press, a source of expression and ideas.


with no circulation.
Yet my expression isn't reaching anyone; it's stagnant.


A club PA without a low end.
Like a sound system missing its depth, I feel incomplete.


Can you hear me out there?
Are you listening to my voice, my struggles?


In this heavy state, nah, I don't feel right.
In this burdensome condition, something feels off.


No kind of altitude seems to make it right.
No matter how elevated my perspective is, it doesn’t resolve the discomfort.


A healthy heart cannot make it right.
Even with good intentions, the core issues remain unresolved.


Even the brush of you does not make it right.
Your presence alone fails to alleviate the turmoil I feel.


A boring wealth doesn't make it right.
Material possessions without excitement hold no true value.


A graceful wealth does not make it right.
Even an elegant ease of life cannot rectify my inner conflicts.


My good words do not make it right.
Even my kind thoughts are ineffective in healing the situation.


But if I put it like this, you know I think I might
However, if I share it in this way, I believe I may finally understand.




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