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She packed my bags last night, preflight
Zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high
As a kite by then
I miss the earth so much
I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place
To raise your kids
In fact, it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them
If you did
And all this science
I don't understand
It's just my job
Five days a week
A rocket man
A rocket Man
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
Zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high
As a kite by then
I miss the earth so much
I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place
To raise your kids
In fact, it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them
If you did
And all this science
I don't understand
It's just my job
Five days a week
A rocket man
A rocket Man
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
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She packed my bags, zero hour, nine AM. A guy is getting kicked out of his house. By his wife. Because he's a drug addict.
I'm not the man they think I am at home. Everyone thinks he's a drug addict, but he's in denial and thinks he is better than that.
I'm lonely out in space, burning out his fuse out here all alone, in fact it's cold as hell ... all the lyrics are about being a drug addict, smoking whatever, alone because the drugs have pushed all his friends away, it is not fun.
All the science I don't understand ... he's an addict, he doesn't understand addiction, but he is an addict.
I think it's gonna be a long long time ... he doesn't see escaping being an addict.
LOL, why all this other garbage?
But songs are for anyones interpretation, its what you hear in relation to what affects you most.
So, I'd like to think that the song is about a manic depressive.. someone who is fine one moment, and then cold, withdrawn and depressed the next.
I dunno. It fits all the slots and for some reason, thats what I hear when I listen to it.
Interesting compilations... and most are probably correct in their own candid percentaged regard. However, in my opinion based upon facts, after Elton's semi-supportive family childhood, he was married, but not devoted to settling down. He was and still is a one-man band of selfishness and instant gratifications. His dumped wife: like most women, refused to learn and apply the physical concept of the mutually submissive marriage bed duties. Admittedly, women are wired to be selfish b-itches usually around their period cycles, and their dreamy idea of settling down after their plastic baby-doll and buggy-pushing childhood pasts transforms their visions into adult identifying happy family units, and all spirited with procreation realities: their main animal role in life. Elton's career, and slinging beer, getting high, and becoming queer, was and still is his entrapped escape and pitfall, especially his current, long-term acute complex break-out of faggoitis which psychologically still weighs him away from proper rebound. Example: After a concert, around 10 years ago, paired with George Michael, in their silver stretch limo, George by the back right window, Elton seated next to him near the middle, just moments before their departure, windows down, a brief conversation amidst them both, and both will remember, George scoffed with a grin as Elton made his reply to this paraphrased loaded question: "Elton, have you thought about the 'Divine Truth' and turning from your immoral ways, and actually accepting Christ as your Lord and Saviour?" Elton replied, "I know, but I am not ready yet." As the growing crowd of greetings and hopeful signatures encroached, the limo starting to leave, the window was slowly engaged up with increased "thank yous" and murmurs, and then quickened with departed silence. What is "not ready" supposed to mean? When is the 'right' time? Can we buy and bargain our own eternity? No! And is it by shear luck, not command, that our choices can falsely seem to control God's hand as if to put off the personal acceptance gift of Salvation to our own assumed terms? The sad thing is, at that time, Elton and Michael, clearly decided to gamble their fate then, even if they accept or reject God up to the moment that God clicks His 'Your time is up!' stopwatch right now. So, in essence, "Rocketman" is clearly a song of 'Freewill Rebellion' which Elton (and other non-committers) may still live today while laughing fearlessly in the face of God. Prove me wrong! I betcha can't! I hope everyone gets on their knees and prays for their own and others Salvation right now, everyday forward. Understand this, the talents given to Elton, Michael, and others need not be wasted, but acknowledged and appreciated always even through the ages, because by Grace alone, we have an awesome Creator God. Review all of Elton's music: his own basis lifestyle. Elton is smart, like us all, we all have free will, and live according to our ways. Our 'new found' ways, and track record, both defines us to ante-in and be accepted in this life's crazy game.
So is Ray Bradbury for that matter.
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
“Either we died because of our religion or our religion dies because of us” (Pfeffer 73). Profound
In war time, it is said, 'there are no atheists'. We are all in this in a spiritual battle together, at the Great judgement or before, all spirits, yours, mine, Elton"s, Ray's, and all others... "Every knee bow, and every tongue confess, that Jesus Christ is Lord, Messiah, God, always was, is now, and yet to come. The sad part is: the free will deviates will sign there own fate at their twelfth hour conversion or non-conversion. Lets hope we all make and follow the best decision, or we lose everything.
All Internet influenced: "His Grace is sufficient."
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
“Either we died because of our religion or our religion dies because of us” (Pfeffer 73). Profound
In war time, it is said, 'there are no atheists'. We are all in this in a spiritual battle together, at the Great judgement or before, all spirits, yours, mine, Elton"s, Ray's, and all others... "Every knee bow, and every tongue confess, that Jesus Christ is Lord, Messiah, God, always was, is now, and yet to come. The sad part is: the free will deviates will sign there own fate at their twelfth hour conversion or non-conversion. Lets hope we all make and follow the best decision, or we lose everything.
All Internet influenced: "His Grace is sufficient."
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
“Either we died because of our religion or our religion dies because of us” (Pfeffer 73). Profound
In war time, it is said, 'there are no atheists'. We are all in this in a spiritual battle together, at the Great judgement or before, all spirits, yours, mine, Elton"s, Ray's, and all others... "Every knee bow, and every tongue confess, that Jesus Christ is Lord, Messiah, God, always was, is now, and yet to come. The sad part is: the free will deviates will sign there own fate at their twelfth hour conversion or non-conversion. Lets hope we all make and follow the best decision, or we lose everything.
All Internet influenced: "His Grace is sufficient."
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
�Either we died because of our religion or our religion dies because of us� (Pfeffer 73). Profound
In war time, it is said, 'there are no atheists'. We are all in this in a spiritual battle together, at the Great judgement or before, all spirits, yours, mine, Elton"s, Ray's, and all others... "Every knee bow, and every tongue confess, that Jesus Christ is Lord, Messiah, God, always was, is now, and yet to come. The sad part is: the free will deviates will sign there own fate at their twelfth hour conversion or non-conversion. Lets hope we all make and follow the best decision, or we lose everything.
All Internet influenced: "His Grace is sufficient."
It is not about drugs, or being a closeted gay man, it wasn't even written by Elton John! Read the Ray Bradbury story Rocket Man if you want to know what the song is truly about, or continue living in your parents basement smoking resin out of a bent pepsi can. Your choice.
Interesting compilations... and most are probably correct in their own candid percentaged regard. However, in my opinion based upon facts, after Elton's semi-supportive family childhood, he was married, but not devoted to settling down. He was and still is a one-man band of selfishness and instant gratifications. His dumped wife, like most women, refused to learn and apply the physical concept of the mutually submissive marriage bed duties. Admittedly, women are wired to be selfish b-itches usually around their period cycles, and their dreamy idea of settling down after their plastic baby-doll and buggy-pushing childhood pasts transforms their visions into adult identifying happy family units, and all spirited with procreation realities: their main animal role in life. Elton's career, and slinging beer, getting high, and becoming queer, was and still is his entrapped escape and pitfall, especially his current, long-term acute complex break-out of faggoitis which psychologically still weighs him away from proper rebound. Example: After a concert, around 10 years ago, paired with George Michael, in their silver stretch limo, George by the back right window, Elton seated next to him near the middle, just moments before their departure, windows down, a brief conversation amidst them both, and both will remember, George scoffed with a grin as Elton made his reply to this paraphrased loaded question: "Elton, have you thought about the 'Divine Truth' and turning from your immoral ways, and actually accepting Christ as your Lord and Saviour?" Elton replied, "I know, but I am not ready yet." As the growing crowd of greetings and hopeful signatures encroached, the limo starting to leave, the window was slowly engaged up with increased "thank yous" and murmurs, and then quickened with departed silence. What is "not ready" supposed to mean? When is the 'right' time? Can we buy and bargain our own eternity? No! And it is by shear luck, not command, that our choices can falsely seem to control God's hand as if to put off the personal acceptance gift of Salvation to our own assumed terms. The sad thing is, at that time, Elton and Michael, clearly decided to gamble their fate then, even if they accept or reject God up to the moment that God clicks His 'Your time is up!' stopwatch right now. So, in essence, "Rocketman" is clearly a song of 'Freewill Rebellion' which Elton (and other non-committers) may still live today while laughing fearlessly in the face of God. Prove me wrong! I betcha can't! I hope everyone gets on their knees and prays for their own and others Salvation right now, everyday forward. Understand this, the talents given to Elton, Michael, and others need not be wasted, but acknowledged and appreciated always even through the ages, because by Grace alone, we have an awesome Creator God. Review all of Elton's music: his own basis lifestyle.
lots of imagery about fire, and being "high as a kite" is a shoe-in.
being an addict or a homosexual in the closet works. both are far away from reality, and both certainly involve packing ;-)
lots of imagery about fire, and being "high as a kite" is a shoe-in.
being an addict or a homosexual in the closet works. both are far away from reality, and both certainly involve packing ;-)