Strange
Wawa Vs Smax & Gold Ft Hilary Lyrics
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In this cocoon of bliss now
Surely I can make it stay
I love the kitschy walls here, the bartender sure seems nice
But you should...
Hold tight, to something when it feels right
Just one quick thing I'll mention. before it slips my mind.
There's a solipsistic nightmare, perhaps is starting to unwind
Oh no wait i'm only joking, this karaoke malaise
Miming on the dance floor, like it's the good old days
Hey look, is that blondtron? I think this place haunted
By our future selves who thought they knew just what the wanted
And they're saying we should run
And they're saying we should run
And they're saying we should run
Hold tight, to something when it feels right
Like a ghost between your fingers, I'll evaporate yet stay
And they're saying we should run
And they're saying we should run
A marxist entertainer, looking into startups
You drift into the occult, thought maybe that's where god was
We can be ourselves here, baby that's the problem
This altar boy repenting, but not for what you're thinking
Oh what a perfect setting, such a perfect weekend
For you to run
The lyrics of "Strange" by Wawa Vs Smax & Gold Ft Hilary depict a scene of carefree bliss and escape. The singer describes a perfect day projected on the freeway, feeling cocooned in happiness and desperately wanting to make it last. They acknowledge that they are falling for the good times and enjoy the kitschy ambiance and friendly bartender. However, there is an underlying sense of uncertainty and introspection.
The lyrics caution the need to hold tight to something when it feels right, suggesting that there may be a fleeting nature to this idyllic moment. The mention of a solipsistic nightmare hints at the potential unraveling of this bliss. Yet, the singer quickly dismisses this as a joke and enters into a karaoke malaise, miming on the dance floor as if it were the good old days.
The mention of "blondtron" and the haunting presence of their future selves who thought they knew what they wanted further adds to the strange and surreal atmosphere of the song. This juxtaposition of carefree enjoyment and the underlying sense of uncertainty reflects the transient nature of the moment and the conflicting emotions experienced by the singer.
Overall, "Strange" explores the allure of escaping into a perfect setting, immersing oneself in temporary happiness while acknowledging the fleeting nature of such moments. It hints at the possibility of running away from one's problems and the reflective nature of introspection.
Line by Line Meaning
A perfect day, projected on the freeway
An ideal day, visualized on the open road
In this cocoon of bliss now
In this state of pure happiness at the moment
Surely I can make it stay
Certainly, I can prolong this feeling
It's just were falling for some good times, baby yes I know right
We're simply embracing enjoyable moments, my dear, I fully understand
I love the kitschy walls here, the bartender sure seems nice
I adore the quirky decorations of this place, and the bartender appears friendly
But you should...
However, you ought to...
Hold tight, to something when it feels right
Maintain a firm grasp on something that feels true
Just one quick thing I'll mention, before it slips my mind
Allow me to bring up one brief point before I forget
There's a solipsistic nightmare, perhaps is starting to unwind
There's a self-centered disaster unfolding, maybe beginning to unravel
Oh no wait i'm only joking, this karaoke malaise
Oh, wait, I'm just joking, referring to the depressing atmosphere of karaoke
Miming on the dance floor, like it's the good old days
Pretending on the dance floor, reminiscent of the past
Hey look, is that blondtron? I think this place haunted
Hey, look, is that blondtron? I believe this location is haunted
By our future selves who thought they knew just what they wanted
By our envisioned future versions who believed they knew exactly what they desired
And they're saying we should run
And they are suggesting that we should flee
Like a ghost between your fingers, I'll evaporate yet stay
Similar to a specter slipping through your fingers, I will fade away but remain
A marxist entertainer, looking into startups
A performer with Marxist leanings, exploring the world of startups
You drift into the occult, thought maybe that's where god was
You delve into the mystical, wondering if that's where divinity exists
We can be ourselves here, baby that's the problem
We can truly be authentic in this place, darling, and that's the predicament
This altar boy repenting, but not for what you're thinking
This boy from the church confessing, but not for the reasons you assume
Oh what a perfect setting, such a perfect weekend
Oh, what an ideal environment, such a flawless weekend
For you to run
For you to escape
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Matthew Lyall
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