Bluebells
Wolf Patrick Lyrics
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The smell of that fall
The fires the fungus and the rotten leaves
I fell off the wagon
Into your arms
Into this long month of Sundays
You were my husband, my wife, my heroine
Now I'm deep in a forest
Losing all thought of spring
And nothing can help me remember
And I'm going nowhere fast
A darker day has hold at last
Deep in a dream I set the compass to spin
And your love has come too late
I wave from the garden gate
Wake me up when the bluebells are ringing
Are ringing
How can it be over
After all that we had
Now comes a river runs through the rafters
Down down down
As you leave me sleeping
Dreaming only of spring
The phone rings out
And I've no number
But I'm going nowhere fast
A darker day has hold at last
Deep in a dream I set the compass keep spinning
And your love has come too late
And I wave to the garden gate
Wake me up when the bluebells are ringing
Raining raining raining
Hoooh
Raining raining raining
Hoooh
The song "The Bluebell" by Wolf Patrick seems to be about lost love and the painful memories that come with it. The first verse describes a specific moment in time when Lucy and the singer were together, surrounded by the smells and sights of fall. The singer acknowledges that they fell off the wagon and into Lucy's arms, leading to a long period of time spent together. Lucy is described as the singer's husband, wife, and heroine, indicating a deep emotional bond between them. However, the song takes a turn in the second verse, as the singer realizes that their time together has come to an end. They feel lost and are unable to remember anything positive about their relationship. The chorus reflects this sense of desperation, as the singer wishes to be awoken only when the bluebells are ringing, as they are typically associated with spring and new beginnings.
Overall, the song seems to be about the pain of losing someone you love and being unable to forget the good times that you shared. The singer is unable to move on and feels stuck in a state of emotional limbo. The use of nature imagery, such as the rotting leaves and the bluebells, adds to the nostalgic feeling of the song and emphasizes the passage of time.
Line by Line Meaning
Lucy, remember
Let us reminisce about our past, Lucy.
The smell of that fall
Do you still recall the scent of that autumn season?
The fires the fungus and the rotten leaves
Remember the wildfires, mold, and decayed foliage of that time?
I fell off the wagon
I relapsed into my negative habits.
Into your arms
But you were there to comfort me.
Into this long month of Sundays
Although time seems to drag on forever when we have nothing to look forward to.
You were my husband, my wife, my heroine
You played multiple roles in my life, serving as my partner and my inspiration.
Now this is our final December
Unfortunately, this will be our last December together.
Now I'm deep in a forest
Metaphorically, I am lost and surrounded by trees, unsure of which direction to take.
Losing all thought of spring
I am unable to imagine a brighter future.
And nothing can help me remember
I cannot remember any happy moments to hold onto.
And I'm going nowhere fast
I am not progressing in life and feel stuck in place.
A darker day has hold at last
Things have taken a turn for the worse, and I am plunged into a state of misery.
Deep in a dream I set the compass to spin
I find myself in a confusing, surreal world without direction or purpose.
And your love has come too late
Unfortunately, your love cannot undo the damage that has been done.
I wave from the garden gate
I am saying goodbye and moving on.
Wake me up when the bluebells are ringing
Tell me when life has become full of hope and vitality again.
How can it be over
I am struggling to accept that our relationship has ended.
After all that we had
Despite the good times we shared, it is still over.
Now comes a river runs through the rafters
This is a metaphor for the tears that I am shedding.
Down down down
I feel as though I am drowning in my sadness.
As you leave me sleeping
As you move on with your life, I am still stuck in the past.
Dreaming only of spring
I can only hope for a brighter future.
The phone rings out
I am left alone, with nobody left to call.
And I've no number
I have lost everything and feel disconnected from the world.
Raining raining raining
The tears continue to fall.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: PATRICK WOLF
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lagritsalammas
Nearly twelve years later, this song still sends shivers down my spine. I will always love you and your music, dear Patrick!
jioppio
This came out when I was 16 and I am still a fan. Hope you're doing okay sir. Haven't heard anything from you since April 2020 and I hope you're doing well.
Bummmelant
he has a song out today
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I have some great news for you
Kelennis
I wish people would stop comparing him to other artists. He is himself and does what he does and what he does is gorgeous.
Camilo Daraghma
This is an underrated piece of music.
darko51087
I absolutely love this song Patrick has completely enlightened me about what good music and songwriting are. Much love
P Cat
This is still one of the most wonderful songs I've ever heard
emmaeliina
i have never met him but i feel closer to him than some people who i've known for like my whole life.. it's scary. i love you patrick <3. thank you for being such an inspiration and getting me through all the shit that's happening in my life, i'll remember you always <3
nantes222
you can just tell he puts so much artistic thought into every small sound you hear in this song. You are a GENIUS Patrick.