...And Vandalism
You Am I Lyrics


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I know this guy
If I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream
Some sit and wait for the ride
While others become the scene
And he can see a Wednesday morning
Like others see Friday night
It's all an open book
It's just how you vandalize
A double on the shirttail
While the rest of us split on the seams
He talks about Art Blakey
And I pretend to know what he means

So now it's three gigs a night
While your girl digs up the UAE
And burn up like a matchstick
The whole damn city can see
The sun caught me hiding
Just enough for someone to see
My heart in my hands, the tracks of my glands
Cracking through the grit in my teeth
So when did you decide
That there's only so much you can lose?
The best choices come
Just when there's nothing left to choose

So you blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs
'Coz it's a weekend blitz on the dicks who just can't whistle the tune
Yeah and yeah hit while I sit here on my hands
Measuring compliments with a spoon
And I'm never too far away
I know this guy
If I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream
Some sit and wait for the ride
While others become the scene
And he can see a Wednesday morning
Like others see Friday night




It's all an open book
It's just how you vandalise

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "And Vandalism" by You Am I touch on themes of rebellion, identity, and individuality. The opening lines establish a contrast between the singer and their friend, describing them as "the mayonnaise" and "the cream." This contrast is then expanded upon as the singer reflects on the divergent paths that they and their friend have taken - some people choose to "wait for the ride," while others "become the scene." The idea of choosing to become the scene is further developed in later verses, with the lyrics "it's all an open book / it's just how you vandalize" suggesting that this choice is a form of rebellion against societal norms.


The song also explores identity and individuality through the lens of music. The singer describes their friend as a music enthusiast who "talks about Art Blakey" and sees "Wednesday morning / like others see Friday night." This juxtaposition of ordinary and special days underscores the idea that individuality can be found in unexpected places. The final verse of the song turns to more explicit acts of rebellion, with lyrics like "blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs" and "weekend blitz on the dicks who just can't whistle the tune" suggesting a rejection of societal norms and a desire to stand out.


Line by Line Meaning

I know this guy
The singer introduces someone they know


If I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream
The singer believes the person they know is superior to them


Some sit and wait for the ride
Some people are passive and wait for opportunities to come to them


While others become the scene
Other people actively shape their surroundings and make things happen


And he can see a Wednesday morning
The person the artist knows has a unique perspective on everyday life


Like others see Friday night
The person the singer knows has a different view of the world than most people


It's all an open book
Life is full of possibilities and opportunities


It's just how you vandalize
The way you approach life determines your impact on the world


A double on the shirttail
The person the artist knows is successful


While the rest of us split on the seams
Others are struggling or falling apart


He talks about Art Blakey
The person the singer knows has an interest in jazz music


And I pretend to know what he means
The artist is not knowledgeable about jazz but tries to appear so


So now it's three gigs a night
The person the singer knows is busy and successful in their music career


While your girl digs up the UAE
Someone's significant other is exploring the United Arab Emirates


And burn up like a matchstick
The heat and pressure of life can be overwhelming


The whole damn city can see
Everyone is affected by the challenges and struggles of life


The sun caught me hiding
The artist realizes they cannot hide from life's difficulties


Just enough for someone to see
Other people can see the singer's vulnerability


My heart in my hands, the tracks of my glands
The singer is emotional and feels exposed


Cracking through the grit in my teeth
The artist is struggling to keep their composure


So when did you decide
The artist questions when someone made a decision


That there's only so much you can lose?
The artist believes there are limits to life's challenges


The best choices come
Sometimes the best options arise out of difficult situations


Just when there's nothing left to choose
When options appear to be exhausted, new opportunities might emerge


So you blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs
The singer describes destructive behavior


'Coz it's a weekend blitz on the dicks who just can't whistle the tune
The behavior is directed at people who are seen as out of touch or uncool


Yeah and yeah hit while I sit here on my hands
The singer is not directly involved in the behavior


Measuring compliments with a spoon
The artist seeks recognition or approval in small amounts


And I'm never too far away
The artist is aware of the destruction happening around them




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: TIM ADRIAN ROGERS

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