Caterpillars
Walter Mitty And His Makeshift Orchestra Lyrics

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Caterpillars in the cracks of my head
Fucked up but functioning fine
I'm still unsure if your dead
Still tell your jokes like their mine.

Here in the Void, we're scraping meaning from our made up meta-beliefs like band-aids off the post-ironic blues we battle.
Well, the funeral proved that I still can't cry.
The closest I get is little puddles in my eyes.

And the eerie eulogy was the very best part it went, 'oh well whatever'.

So now I've started a cult, to validate faith.
I write my own prayers now to my own set of saints.
It keeps your feet in the curl, and at the very least, grace makes your stay in this world much more comfortable.

Here me now, Saint Dana, you've a lot of explaining to do.
Without dreams right in front of your face it seems you feel a lot more real than I do.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Caterpillars in the cracks of my head by Walter Mitty And His Makeshift Orchestra depict the emotional struggles of the singer. The first line of the lyrics suggests that there are issues or problems in the singer's mind that are disturbing but still functioning fine. The second line of the lyrics indicates that the singer is not sure whether the person they address is dead or alive. In the third line, the singer mentions that they still use jokes of their dead friend, as their own. Altogether, the lyrics suggest that the singer is coping with loss and possibly facing some mental issues or struggles.

In the second paragraph, the lyrics convey the idea of searching for meaning in the void. The singer highlights the struggle of finding meaning in a world that seems to be mostly artificial and fabricated. The thought of 'scraping meaning' is a metaphor used to indicate that people are trying to find something authentic and genuine in the void. In the middle of the paragraph, the singer talks about attending a funeral where they did not cry. The 'little puddles in my eyes' suggest that the singer was on the verge of tears but could not quite cry. The eulogy of the funeral went 'oh well whatever', implying that people have become indifferent and casually accepting of death.

In the last paragraph, the singer says that they have started a cult to validate faith. The cult is an alternative way to introspect and find meaning in life. The singer mentions 'Saint Dana' and how they need to explain the absence of dreams. The lyrics suggest that without dreams, life feels more real, and that may not be a good thing. Overall, the lyrics are poetic and introspective, highlighting the singer's struggles to find meaning and cope with loss.

Line by Line Meaning

Caterpillars in the cracks of my head
I have strange thoughts, but they keep me going

Fucked up but functioning fine
I am not perfect, but I am alright

I'm still unsure if your dead
I am not sure if you're really gone

Still tell your jokes like their mine
I remember your jokes and find comfort in them

Here in the Void, we're scraping meaning from our made up meta-beliefs like band-aids off the post-ironic blues we battle.
We are trying to find meaning in our own beliefs despite the emptiness we feel

Well, the funeral proved that I still can't cry.
Even though I am sad, I cannot seem to shed tears

The closest I get is little puddles in my eyes.
The only sign of grief I show are small tears in my eyes

And the eerie eulogy was the very best part it went, 'oh well whatever'.
Despite the unsettling funeral, the artist found comfort in the indifference of the eulogy

So now I've started a cult, to validate faith.
The artist has created a community to find comfort in shared belief

I write my own prayers now to my own set of saints.
The artist has crafted their own ways of seeking comfort and hope

It keeps your feet in the curl, and at the very least, grace makes your stay in this world much more comfortable.
Belief gives us the strength to keep going and makes life more bearable

Here me now, Saint Dana, you've a lot of explaining to do.
The artist is calling upon their own saint to find answers and guidance

Without dreams right in front of your face it seems you feel a lot more real than I do.
Without hopes and dreams, the singer feels less connected to the world around them

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