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The sky is falling
machine est mon coeur Lyrics
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Fill it, empty, in a box,
In, out, sending letter,
Format, feeding, shopping cart.
Catch a dream in a coffee cup
Then let it rot.
Slide, push, slot forever,
Don't let it drop.
Rest in feast
The fool for beans.
He has his things
But the sky is falling
The lyrics of "The Sky Is Falling" by Machine Est Mon Coeur are somewhat abstract, but there is a clear message being conveyed about the way we live our lives. The opening lines suggest that we are constantly trying to fit things together in a precise way, whether it be with our time, our possessions, or our communication. We are constantly filling and emptying boxes, sending out letters, and filling up our shopping carts. This is all done in a very structured way, with "format" being emphasized as a key component of this modern way of living.
The lyrics then take on a more surreal tone, with the line "catch a dream in a coffee cup, then let it rot" suggesting that we are sometimes only able to grasp at fleeting moments of inspiration or imagination before they slip away from us. The final verse features a shift in perspective, with the singer addressing someone who is essentially a "fool for beans." This person may have some material possessions, but the singer suggests that ultimately they are deluded because they are not seeing the bigger picture - that the sky is falling.
Taken together, these lyrics suggest a criticism of modern society and the way it places so much emphasis on material success and consumerism. The singer seems to be urging the listener to break free from these constraints and instead keep sight of the larger issues at hand.
Line by Line Meaning
Time, push, slot together,
Moments go by, pushing oneself to fit into slots assigned to us by society, conforming to expectations and norms.
Fill it, empty, in a box,
We fill our lives with activities and material possessions, but in the end, we leave this world empty-handed, confined to a limited existence.
In, out, sending letter,
Communication has become a mechanism of order, with standardized formats and little room for personal expression, sending messages back and forth without a deeper connection.
Format, feeding, shopping cart.
Our consumerist society trains us to buy and buy, feeding off thrills of shopping rather than looking towards deeper, more meaningful experiences.
Catch a dream in a coffee cup,
We try to find inspiration and motivation in trivial matters, trying to materialize our aspirations in things that cannot hold our vision.
Then let it rot.
However, once we lose interest or the dream fades, we let it waste away in the back of our minds, never fully realized.
Slide, push, slot forever,
The cycle of life described before, with limited options and a lack of variety, falls into the predictable routine, becoming tired and unexciting.
Don't let it drop.
We are told to persevere, even when faced with monotony, but this attitude in itself can breed complacency.
Rest in feast
Society tells us to just be grateful for what we have and make the most of it without question, but that can only go so far.
The fool for beans.
We can easily become content with the simple pleasures and the path of least resistance, but that is not a fulfilling life.
He has his things
We accumulate material possessions and find comfort in them, but again, that can only go so far.
But the sky is falling
The world is changing, and things that we thought were stable may no longer be, so we must be prepared to explore new horizons and ways of living to thrive in the face of change.
Contributed by Thomas G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Lyrics:
I was following the x8
I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin' in the snow
And I turned 'round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red as strawberries
In the summertime
I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin' in the snow
And I turned 'round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red as strawberries
In the summertime
I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin' in the snow
And I turned 'round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red as strawberries
In the summertime
@adrienne3902
I like how they're not only slapping themselves, but they're also slapping each other.
@katelinhartman1779
that's true friendship right there.
@adrienne3902
@@katelinhartman1779 LOL
@clairecarrin
@@katelinhartman1779 it really is but when i do it to my friends they cry maybe I'm doing it to Hard (jkjkjjkjk)
@khanhng71
Lol
@theawsomestbanana1232
Omg this comment is-
@braeden292
Kevin just vibing while everyone beatboxes for him with their hands
@TisLita
lmao
@hsmacaraig
Little Duvall Have you figured it out yet? It’s been three days.
@darkmagnus3890
He is the beat boxer