Hey Joel Where You Going With That?
Ty Segall Lyrics


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Cut down see saw
Needs some new glare
Take me to every one's there
If I could write you a love poem, I would
But the pope street poked me again

So please leave me here
So I can try
To blow my baby's mind

In the years of panic
With the fears of herbage
I've had it
Please blow your horn
Yellow sandwich submarine
Makes me cry like a fly

With a weasy spoon
So sleep on the kitchen
Hey Joel, where you going with that?
Where you going, where you going?
Oh, with that

But the pope street poked me again
Poked me again
Pope street poked me again
Oh, poked me again

Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead, rock is dead




Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead, rock is dead

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Hey Joel Where You Going With That?" by Ty Segall & White Fence are open to interpretation, as they are quite abstract and don't follow a clear narrative structure. However, they evoke a sense of disillusionment and frustration with societal norms and expectations.


The opening lines, "Cut down see saw, needs some new glare, take me to everyone's there," suggest a desire for change and a longing for something more exciting or fulfilling. The repetition of the phrase "If I could write you a love poem, I would" implies a yearning for connection and expression of emotions. However, the mention of being "poked" by Pope Street suggests a sense of being interrupted or hindered by external forces, potentially representing societal pressures or constraints.


The chorus, "So please leave me here, so I can try to blow my baby's mind," can be interpreted as a plea for space and freedom to explore personal creativity or individuality. It may also suggest a desire to impress or inspire a loved one.


The mention of "the years of panic with the fears of herbage" could allude to past periods of anxiety or uncertainty, possibly related to drug use ("herbage" referring to marijuana). The line "Yellow sandwich submarine, makes me cry like a fly with a weasy spoon" is highly abstract, but it could express a feeling of vulnerability or helplessness.


In the final section of the lyrics, the repetition of "Rock is dead, rock is dead" can be seen as a commentary on the state of rock music or the music industry, suggesting a disillusionment with its current state or perhaps a desire for something new.


Overall, the lyrics of "Hey Joel Where You Going With That?" convey a sense of longing for change, frustration with societal pressures, and a desire for personal freedom and self-expression.


Line by Line Meaning

Cut down see saw
The seesaw has been shortened


Needs some new glare
It requires a fresh, captivating shine


Take me to every one's there
Bring me to where everyone is gathered


If I could write you a love poem, I would
I would compose a heartfelt poem of love


But the pope street poked me again
However, the street named Pope has pricked me once more


So please leave me here
Kindly abandon me in this place


So I can try
So I can attempt


To blow my baby's mind
To amaze and impress my beloved


In the years of panic
During times of overwhelming anxiety


With the fears of herbage
Amidst the concerns about herbs


I've had it
I am exhausted and fed up


Please blow your horn
Kindly sound your horn


Yellow sandwich submarine
A submarine-shaped sandwich that is yellow


Makes me cry like a fly
Causes me to shed tears like a tiny fly


With a weasy spoon
Using a flimsy spoon


So sleep on the kitchen
Rest within the kitchen area


Hey Joel, where you going with that?
Hey Joel, what is your destination with that object?


Where you going, where you going?
To where are you headed?


Oh, with that
Oh, with that particular thing


Rock is dead, rock is dead
The genre of rock music is no longer alive


Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock music has ceased to exist


Rock is dead, rock is dead
There is no more life in rock music


Rock is dead, rock is dead
The vitality of rock music has expired


Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock music is lifeless


Rock is dead, rock is dead
There is no vitality left in rock music


Rock is dead, rock is dead
The genre of rock music has perished


Rock is dead, rock is dead
There is no longer any life within rock music




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Written by: Tim Presley, Ty Segall

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