Time Traveler
Waltzer Lyrics
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Only sore eyes could see
A beat up sack of dirty clothes, I found for cheap
Taped up and used up it rolled down that chain
Got stuck between a duffle bag and leather briefcase
I wonder where these travelers go in their heads on the way to their destinations?
Do they travel more through time than space?
I do lots of traveling just staying in one place
Oh this heart of mine
Is sold to black
Oh this heart of mine
Won't hold back
No matter what they say I think my bag's got style
All these bumps and bruises sure took a long while
Years it takes to master, being ugly is a gift
The underground is heavy full of misfits
You can have your houndstooth with a silver trim
Your bags might look pretty closed, but how about open
Oh this heart of mine
Is sold to black
Oh this heart of mine
Is golden
I swear I'm not a loser I'm not
I swear i'm not a loser I'm not a failure
I'm just a time traveler, and when I get off this plane...
It's easy to spot my suitcase at the old baggage claim
In Waltzer's song "Time Traveler," the lyrics delve into the singer's perspective on their own baggage, both literal and metaphorical. The opening lines describe the singer's worn-out bag of clothes, which they obtained cheaply. The bag is taped up and used, symbolic of the singer's own scars and imperfections. The singer ponders the journeys of other travelers and wonders if they travel through time more than physical space. This suggests that the singer sees themselves as constantly traveling emotionally and mentally, even when physically staying in one place.
The chorus carries a sense of defiance and pride in the singer's heart. It is described as sold to black, indicating that the heart has experienced darkness and hardship but refuses to be restrained or held back. The repetition of "Oh this heart of mine" emphasizes the intensity and conviction of the singer's emotions.
As the lyrics progress, the singer expresses a sense of uniqueness and celebrates their own unconventional style. The bumps and bruises mentioned represent life's challenges that have shaped the singer into who they are. They see the underground and its misfits as a place where true individuality thrives. The singer contrasts their bag, which may appear unattractive but is open and authentic, with other bags that may look pretty on the outside but lack depth or substance.
The final lines reveal the singer's identification as a time traveler. They defend themselves against being labeled a loser or failure, asserting their resilience and ability to navigate different dimensions of time and space. The song concludes with the singer noting that their suitcase stands out at the old baggage claim, symbolizing their distinctiveness and refusal to conform.
Line by Line Meaning
I found my bags easy
I easily located my bags
Only sore eyes could see
Only those with discerning eyes could see
A beat up sack of dirty clothes, I found for cheap
I discovered a worn-out bag filled with dirty clothes that I obtained at a low cost
Taped up and used up it rolled down that chain
Covered in tape and showing signs of wear, it moved along the conveyor belt
Got stuck between a duffle bag and leather briefcase
It got wedged between a duffle bag and a leather briefcase
I wonder where these travelers go in their heads on the way to their destinations?
I ponder the thoughts and imagination of these travelers during their journey
Do they travel more through time than space?
Do they mentally wander through time more than physical space?
I do lots of traveling just staying in one place
I experience a great deal of exploration while remaining stationary
Oh this heart of mine
This innermost part of my being
Is sold to black
Is devoted to darkness or melancholy
Won't hold back
Won't restrain itself
No matter what they say I think my bag's got style
Regardless of others' opinions, I believe my bag possesses a unique charm
All these bumps and bruises sure took a long while
It certainly took a considerable amount of time for all these scrapes and marks to appear
Years it takes to master, being ugly is a gift
It requires years to become skilled at embracing imperfection or ugliness as a valuable trait
The underground is heavy full of misfits
The subculture is densely populated with unconventional individuals
You can have your houndstooth with a silver trim
You may prefer a bag with a houndstooth pattern and silver accents
Your bags might look pretty closed, but how about open
While your bags may appear aesthetically pleasing when closed, what about when they are open?
Oh this heart of mine
This innermost part of my being
Is sold to black
Is devoted to darkness or melancholy
Oh this heart of mine
This innermost part of my being
Is golden
Is precious or valuable
I swear I'm not a loser I'm not
I sincerely declare that I am not a failure or inept
I swear i'm not a loser I'm not a failure
I sincerely declare that I am not a loser or someone who lacks success
I'm just a time traveler, and when I get off this plane...
I am simply a person who mentally travels through time, and when I disembark from this aircraft...
It's easy to spot my suitcase at the old baggage claim
It is effortless to locate my suitcase among the other luggage in the previous baggage reclaim area
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Sophie Pomeranz
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