Feeding on a diet of The Pogues, Paul Kelly, and whatever else was playing, Joy cut his teeth performing at open mic nights in Melbourne. His style is folk music with pop influences. His songs capture the familiar pulse of everyday experiences in a unique and celebratory manner. His lyrics reach out to you and hold on for a moment.
Mess Is Mine
Vance Joy Lyrics
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It was always me and you
Shaping up and shipping out
Check me in and check me out
Do you like walking in the rain?
When you think of love, do you think of pain?
You can tell me what you see
I will choose what I believe
Hold on, darling
This body is yours,
This body is yours and mine
Well hold on, my darling
This mess was yours,
Now your mess is mine
Your mess is mine
See you in the marketplace
Walking 'round at 8am
Got 2 hours before my flight
Luck be on my side tonight
You're the reason that I feel so strong
The reason that I'm hanging on
You know you gave me all the time
Oh, did I give enough of mine?
Hold on, darling
This body is yours,
This body is yours and mine
Well hold on, my darling
This mess was yours,
Now your mess is mine
Bring me to your house
Tell me sorry for the mess
Hey, I don't mind
You're talking in your sleep
Out of time
Well, you still make sense to me
Your mess is mine
Your mess is mine
This body's yours and this body's mine
Your mess is mine
The lyrics of Vance Joy's song Mess Is Mine are full of love, devotion, and understanding. The opening lines, "Talking like we used to do, it was always me and you," indicate a deep connection between two people who have been in a long relationship. However, the phrase "shaping up and shipping out" shows that they are facing a difficult time in their relationship and are trying to sort it out. The chorus, "Hold on, darling. This body is yours, this body is yours and mine. Well, hold on, my darling. This mess was yours. Now your mess is mine," depicts a soulful promise to stay by each other's side no matter how tough times get. The use of "mess" in the lyrics emphasizes that the singer is ready to help his partner through their problems, even those issues that are painful.
The lyrics of the song Mess Is Mine also include a sense of longing and separation, as the singer is likely leaving on a trip or moving away from the person he loves. The lines, "See you in the marketplace, walking 'round at 8am, got 2 hours before my flight, luck be on my side tonight," hint at the idea of making time for the person he loves before leaving. However, the singer also expresses his devotion to his partner, saying "You're the reason that I feel so strong, the reason that I'm hanging on. You know you gave me all the time. Oh, did I give enough of mine?" - he acknowledges that she has been his strength through difficult times, and he wants to give back by being there for her through her mess.
To sum up, the message of the song Mess Is Mine is one of unconditional love and support. Even though the couple is going through tough times, the songwriter wants his listener to know that love can overcome any mess.
Line by Line Meaning
Talking like we used to do
Reminiscing about the way we used to talk to each other
It was always me and you
We were always together
Shaping up and shipping out
Getting ready to leave
Check me in and check me out
Going through airport security
Do you like walking in the rain?
Asking if you enjoy romantic clichés
When you think of love, do you think of pain?
Wondering if love brings more hurt than happiness
You can tell me what you see
You can confide in me about your thoughts and feelings
I will choose what I believe
I'll interpret what you say in my own way
Hold on, darling
Stay with me, my love
This body is yours,
I belong to you physically
This body is yours and mine
We share each other's physical selves
Well hold on, my darling
Wait just a moment, my love
This mess was yours,
This chaos was caused by you
Now your mess is mine
But now I'll bear the burden with you
See you in the marketplace
Running into each other in a crowded public space
Walking 'round at 8am
Strolling around in the morning
Got 2 hours before my flight
Trying to pass the time before leaving
Luck be on my side tonight
Hoping for some good fortune
You're the reason that I feel so strong
Your presence gives me strength
The reason that I'm hanging on
You're the reason I'm persevering
You know you gave me all the time
You spent so much time with me
Oh, did I give enough of mine?
But did I reciprocate enough?
Bring me to your house
Take me to your home
Tell me sorry for the mess
Apologize for being unorganized or disheveled
Hey, I don't mind
It's okay, I don't care
You're talking in your sleep
You talk to me, even in your dreams
Out of time
With not enough time
Well, you still make sense to me
But I still understand what you're saying
Your mess is mine
Even though the circumstances aren't ideal, we'll face them together
This body's yours and this body's mine
We'll continue to share each other completely
Your mess is mine
We're in this together, no matter what
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Written by: JAMES KEOGH
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@dangolingo
Lyrics :
Talking like we used to do
It was always me and you
Shaping up and shipping out
Check me in and check me out
Do you like walking in the rain?
When you think of love, do you think of pain?
You can tell me what you see
I will choose what I believe
Hold on, darling
This body is yours,
This body is yours and mine
Well hold on, my darling
This mess was yours,
Now your mess is mine
Your mess is mine
See you in the marketplace
Walking 'round at 8am
Got 2 hours before my flight
Luck be on my side tonight
You're the reason that I feel so strong
The reason that I'm hanging on
You know you gave me all the time
Oh, did I give enough of mine?
Hold on, darling
This body is yours,
This body is yours and mine
Well hold on, my darling
This mess was yours,
Now your mess is mine
Bring me to your house
Tell me sorry for the mess
Hey, I don't mind
You're talking in your sleep
Out of time
Well, you still make sense to me
Your mess is mine
Your mess is mine
This body's yours and this body's mine
Your mess is mine
@megansquire4985
@@celine2670 As I tuck her into bed, she asks the question I’ve been waiting for since I knew I was going to be a grandmother. “Grandma, how did you meet Grandpa?” The question that consists of only six words suddenly causes me to take a seat and with a smile I reply, “Well sweetie, it’s the cutest story ever known to man.” As the tears start filling my eyes, every single memory of that man comes racing back to me.
I finish tucking my nine year old granddaughter into bed and hop into mine. As I stare into space through my window, I find myself holding hands with him. My dreams tonight are about him.
It’s 1963 and the cold October afternoon causes me to start snuffling and cozy up in my itchy sweater my Mother knitted me for Christmas last year. As I’m opening the door to my favourite library “The Lazy River,” I find that my spot is taken by a young man. He’s around the same age as me, 15ish, give or take a few years. He smirks as I ask him if he could move so I could study and read in peace. But this stubborn boy says he will only move if he can stay and talk with me. We talk for hours until I realize I have to run home because it is already past 8 PM. I am supposed to always be home by 6. I’m in trouble, but the way I’m feeling as I’m running home is the happiest I’ve ever felt in years.
When I get home, my Father is sitting in his favourite wooden rocking chair. As I’m trying to sneak up the stairs without making a noise, the broken step squeaks so loud I guarantee it echoes throughout the house. My Dad whispers, “I’m happy you're home safe.” This is why he will forever be my best friend.
The next day I cannot get this boy out of my mind. Last night I had a spark, a special connection with him. Yet I didn’t even get his name.
Every day for the past week, I rush to the library after a long day to study. But that is not the reason I’m there every second I can be. I want to meet the boy again. I keep this routine up for two weeks and now my Mom says I don’t have enough time to continue this habit as I’m needed at home to help out with chores. I tell her one more day and then I will stop, she nods her head in regretful agreement. I smirk and head up to my room where I just stare at the beautiful, stunning stars until the morning sun pops its head over the hills in the distance. I realize that I just accidentally pulled my first all-nighter.
When my Mother yells for me to come downstairs, I suddenly remember, it’s Saturday, and it's my last chance to meet this boy again. I have hope that today IS the day. I kiss my Mom on the cheek. As I jog to the library, the librarian is just opening the doors for the day. Her name is Catherine and she is the sweetest soul I’ve ever met. She understands me. She gives me a smirk as I tell her why I’ve been coming here for weeks repeatedly. She gives me a hug and whispers in my ear, “I think today will be the day he comes back.”
Sure enough, around 2:30 PM, there he is. He opens the doors with purpose and quickly looks around and starts heading over to my special seat. Without breaking eye contact, he recites the first sentence I spoke to him. “Could you move out of my seat? I need to study in peace, please?” With a smirk I respond “Only if I could stay and talk with you.”
He sets his bag down and pulls out a letter. He gives it a quick kiss and passes it over to me. In the letter he wrote, “Hey, we never formally introduced ourselves to each other.” I look up to him and he says “My name is Oliver James, by the way.” I respond “My name is Grace Brown.”
Hours pass and he asks if I ever step foot out of the library. I look down at my feet with a small smile, and as I’m about to respond, he raises my chin with his hand to make eye contact with me. He laughs and questions “Could I take you on a date?” My heart starts racing and I quickly respond, “Take a guess.” I hold my hand out in front of him and say “I know a place.”
As we hold hands walking down main street, it starts pouring out of nowhere. He takes me under a street light and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and says “You make my day a thousand times better.” I hug him with all of my passion. I’ve never felt safer.
I wake up the next morning to my granddaughter saying, “Grandma, could I know the story now?” Life is good.
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@higgolini
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@bostoniansavan9200
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@wanderbread4217
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@christophergiannetti8339
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@MashZ
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@insanemunchkin
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@dangolingo
Lyrics :
Talking like we used to do
It was always me and you
Shaping up and shipping out
Check me in and check me out
Do you like walking in the rain?
When you think of love, do you think of pain?
You can tell me what you see
I will choose what I believe
Hold on, darling
This body is yours,
This body is yours and mine
Well hold on, my darling
This mess was yours,
Now your mess is mine
Your mess is mine
See you in the marketplace
Walking 'round at 8am
Got 2 hours before my flight
Luck be on my side tonight
You're the reason that I feel so strong
The reason that I'm hanging on
You know you gave me all the time
Oh, did I give enough of mine?
Hold on, darling
This body is yours,
This body is yours and mine
Well hold on, my darling
This mess was yours,
Now your mess is mine
Bring me to your house
Tell me sorry for the mess
Hey, I don't mind
You're talking in your sleep
Out of time
Well, you still make sense to me
Your mess is mine
Your mess is mine
This body's yours and this body's mine
Your mess is mine
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