Don't let me go, don't let me go..

Ok, so I wrote this song......lol..

Obviously, but anyways, here's an explanation for what it's about:

The song is about a person (gender not specified), who owns a home, which is filled with furniture. Now, the owner has had this furniture for a while, so he felt it was time to upgrade. Now that I set the stage..

[Verse 1]

Step one, when I walk in the door
Take a left turn to some talking decor
Telling me they feel draped, stuck, insecure,
Lonely, useless, for an eye to see
No privacy, never have we lamped higher
What if you left the house and we catch fire?
When the situation has not been examined prior
Will you replace us, sell us on the driveway
For a hundred dollars less than you bought us?
Putting a low price on what you cost us?
You crossed your T's before you went and crossed us?
We're important, when we were imported
From Pier 1, now check out how our tears run
You don't feel bad that you made a clear sum?
Out of memories, now the past's gone
I'm thinking right now that this could be our last song.


In the first part of the 1st verse, this is where the Furniture start suspecting something is wrong. They feel worried and complain over the lack of attention they've been receiving. So here, a Lamp ("lamped) and some Drapes ("draped") are explicitly mentioned.
As the verse continues, now you see that the Furniture are afraid that they're going to be sold, more specifically, for a lower price than what they were purchased for AND for what the owner had cost the Furniture themselves (the years the owner has put them through).

You crossed your t's before you went and crossed us.

(The owner wrote them off to be sold (could be through a check or pricing tag) before the owner "crossed them", as in deliver the news that they would be sold)

Towards the end of that verse, the Furniture continually asks the owner if the owner feels bad, mentioning how they now have a price (no longer priceless), that they brought memories, and that this may be the last they will see of the owner.

[Verse 2]

Said I'm busy everyday, same shit
Working overtime to hop on better placement
And  replace, ummm, let me not reveal this
I don't want my conscience to hit me with a steel fist
But would I feel bad, or would I just separate
Me from you, where you were meant to decorate
Environmentally, but are you mentally
Able to feel, pain as I deal you away
For a better, let's say, condition of your same model
Improved with a new motto
So many cuts in you, our home turned into a hostel
Taught as an apostle, with a couple open bottles
Hoping all will shape,
Where a fossil breaks into a broken state,
I can live we're done, but you can watch me as you're pulled away
to the point I culminate
In the 2nd verse, the point of view switches from the furniture to the owner.

The owner explains that he's (when in doubt, use "he") been working overtime to be able to receive both a promotion and more income. He stops himself in that he was about to reveal his intentions of replacing the furniture. Then, he thinks to himself whether or not he would feel bad.

.. but are you mentally
Able to feel, pain as I deal you away..
(He questions whether the furniture do have feelings in that they would feel hurt/betrayed if he were to replace them and send them away)

So many cuts in you, our home turned into a hostel
Taught as an apostle, with a couple open bottles
Hoping all will shape,
Where a fossil breaks into a broken state,

Cuts = wear and tear on the furniture, hostel = the movie "Hostel" (movie in which body parts are cut and severed), taught as an apostle = both a leader and a follower in their relationship, open bottles = more wear and tear (spilled drinks, etc), fossil breaks into a broken state = antiques breaking into old and useless states

The owner then suggests that the furniture can watch him rise to a higher state of living as they are pulled away by either movers or new owners. Harsh lol.


[Verse 3]

Slid the chain in and closed the blinds
I turned around and stared at the couch and the cabinet
I held a pillow up, put it behind my head
And counted all the fans that went around instead
So they spoke in unison and asked
How could I put brand new units, forgetting all the history we had
Your misery attracted all our company
But now you're moving on, wondering, if this will become comforting
But you know you need us
Interrupted them, time for me to speak up
"We had a great time, you were the solution to my grave spine
You helped me reach my potential with the crane pried
Open...I really wish you understood
You made me feel secure like I wish all the others could
But truthfully, this is really hard for me
I'll leave now, but I'll let you hold my heart for me"

Now it's time for the interaction between the owner and the furniture. The owner locks the door and closes the blinds, and sits down (not truly paying attention) to listen to what the furniture have to say. It's obvious the owner has had history with the furniture, and the furniture have been there for the owner when he needed to lay down from stress. He may lose the comfort he once had. But the owner steps up and addresses that they had great years together and the furniture have helped the owner grow and feel secure.

But truthfully, this is really hard for me
I'll leave now, but I'll let you hold my heart for me"

The owner feels as though this is something he must do, but that there will always be a place for the furniture to cling on to on his heart.


SO. Can we relate?? Yes. Think of a situation where you feel the need to let go of a significant other, not because they were wrong to you, but because of a certain circumstance in which you cannot control. Or even a situation in which as people, we grow apart from either humans or important objects in our lives such as lucky charms, collections, etc.

The point here is that separating ourselves from something/someone that has always been there for us, whether it was to cope with pain or as a comfort zone, is difficult. There will be some arguing, tension, and regrets, but even though we leave them to move on in life, they should and will have a special place in our hearts, whether it's something that we will always love or something that has helped us become who we are today.

"The owner" wasn't the only one who depended on the other. The furniture acknowledges that the owner was there for them also..And then it goes like..

[Hook]

Don't let me go, don't let me go
All the wear and tear is not as heavy so
Don't let me slip away off the cliff
You were the only one who would've offered lifts


PROJECT THE PROJECT 2/19/2012