String
Tunng Lyrics


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hang my eyes up on a hook
swells the panic i can't look
inside my own skin i fail to find myself again
a million faces look the same
and their replies evaporate
there's no soul behind these eyes
if they can't glue me back again
ghosts drop hints and whisper things
just blood and bone and bits of string
family portrait on the wall
quiet confusion circle this
i can feel my mother's hand
but i can't find her face to kiss
there's no soul behind these eyes
if they can't glue me back again
someone's life inside a box
nothing here resets the clocks




ghosts drop hints and whisper things
just blood and bone and bits of string

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song "String" by Tunng convey a sense of disconnection and alienation from the world. The opening lines, "hang my eyes up on a hook, swells the panic I can't look, inside my own skin I fail to find myself again," suggest a feeling of being trapped in one's own body and unable to connect with others. This feeling is reinforced in later lines, such as "a million faces look the same, and their replies evaporate, there's no soul behind these eyes."


The lyrics also contain several references to ghosts and a sense of haunting, with lines like "ghosts drop hints and whisper things, just blood and bone and bits of string." The image of a family portrait on the wall adds to this feeling of being trapped in the past or in memories that are difficult to connect with in the present. The final lines, "someone's life inside a box, nothing here resets the clocks," emphasize a sense of being stuck, unable to move forward or find a way to restart or reset one's life.


Overall, the lyrics of "String" convey a deep sense of longing for connection and a feeling of being trapped or disconnected from the world. The haunting imagery and repeated references to a lack of soul or viable connection with others emphasize the depth of these feelings.


Line by Line Meaning

hang my eyes up on a hook
I feel overwhelmed and unable to face the world, so much that I feel like taking my eyes out of my head


swells the panic I can't look
My anxiety is increasing and I feel like I can't face the world


inside my own skin I fail to find myself again
I feel like I've lost myself and I don't know who I am anymore


a million faces look the same
I feel surrounded by people, but none of them stand out or seem to have a unique identity


and their replies evaporate
When I try to connect with people, their responses don't seem genuine or meaningful to me


there's no soul behind these eyes
I feel like people are empty, and there's nothing behind their exterior


if they can't glue me back again
If I can't find a way to connect with people and return to normalcy, I'll be lost forever


ghosts drop hints and whisper things
Memories and emotions from the past come back to me and make me feel unsettled and uncomfortable


just blood and bone and bits of string
At the core, all we are is just flesh and blood, and our connection to the world is tenuous at best


family portrait on the wall
Looking at a picture of my family makes me feel nostalgic and reminds me of the past


quiet confusion circle this
Despite the calm exterior, I feel confused and disoriented


I can feel my mother's hand
I have fond memories of my mother, and those memories bring me comfort


but I can't find her face to kiss
Despite those fond memories, I can't help feeling that I've lost something important and can't get it back


someone's life inside a box
Looking at someone's possessions after they've died feels strange and surreal, as if their life has been reduced to just these things


nothing here resets the clocks
No matter how much I try to hold onto the past or recapture my lost self, time marches on and things change




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Prussian Angler

This is so much better than stuff on radio nowadays!

Romain B

I strongly agree

Ektor

Fo sho

Mangashylo41

agreed

Perry Robitionate

...understanding of course that what's on the radio is not a true exhibition of the best in modern pop music. (Nor was it when I was growing up in the 60s and 70s. Combined with this is something my mom once said about 'classic movies': "Don't forget that for every gem, there were twenty B-movies and a hundred C-movies. Nostalgia is a great memory eraser.")

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ROBERT DOUGLAS SIM

There are a lot of covers of this piece on YouTube but I honestly don’t think anyone has come close to the original. This has always been my favourite because of its expressiveness.

Pastel Skies

Rolling Stone's gonna be right on this. Chart topper!

Random Light

Surely the close contender would be the intro lyric 1,2.3,4. 😂

L Jackson

It has touched 50 million other lives and the creator has deservedly earned the revenue

Johnny “BicksatSix” Richards

It’s almost as good as that Radiohead “song” that dude tweeted about!

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