Create lyrics explanation
Select some words and click "Explain" button. Then type your
knowledge, add image or YouTube video till "Good-o-meter" shows
"Cool" or "Awesome!". Publish your explanation with "Explain"
button. Get karma points!
Dump Him – Dreams, Live 1997 lyrics
When the rain washes you clean
I feel more obscene than ever
Disembodied monotone
Prayers that feelings sever
I notice my confoundingness
And fall short —
Finally confess
And all my friends are sick of hearing this
In static absence i’ll admit
My hesitant
Rituals, self-punishment
An insincere peace of mind
Tarot in a trying time:
It’s comforting
Call me heartless or call me honest
I don’t care, it’s clear i’ve lost it
On the back road, bleary eyed in august
And I wouldn’t do it the same
And now what’s the difference?
Inconspicuous and diffident —
A self-inflicted hindrance
Abetted by distance
I will not cry I will not run
I will sit with what this has become
Can I still ameliorate?
I dwell and I exacerbate
Til I abandon myself
Decline to solicit help
And for once
I have nothing
To say
Call me heartless or call me honest
I don’t care, it’s clear i’ve lost it
On the back road, bleary eyed in august
And I wouldn’t do it the same
I feel more obscene than ever
Disembodied monotone
Prayers that feelings sever
I notice my confoundingness
And fall short —
Finally confess
And all my friends are sick of hearing this
In static absence i’ll admit
My hesitant
Rituals, self-punishment
An insincere peace of mind
Tarot in a trying time:
It’s comforting
Call me heartless or call me honest
I don’t care, it’s clear i’ve lost it
On the back road, bleary eyed in august
And I wouldn’t do it the same
And now what’s the difference?
Inconspicuous and diffident —
A self-inflicted hindrance
Abetted by distance
I will not cry I will not run
I will sit with what this has become
Can I still ameliorate?
I dwell and I exacerbate
Til I abandon myself
Decline to solicit help
And for once
I have nothing
To say
Call me heartless or call me honest
I don’t care, it’s clear i’ve lost it
On the back road, bleary eyed in august
And I wouldn’t do it the same
Lyrics taken from
/dump_him-dreams_live_1997-1721001.html
