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Cut off your nose to spite your friends
Breathing holes that will never end, oh
Speak all you want or just pretend
Because she thinks she is a different class
So she sits all day by the looking glass, oh
It doesn't talk, it doesn't last
But it's not what I've heard you know
A picture speaks a thousand words
But baby don't feel down
I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah
You sold your soul for magic beans
Don't believe all you read on computer screens
These things they mean nothing to me
Ripped and stains came off the track
You go there once and you don't come back, oh
Good that's what I say
But it's not what I've heard you know it
Cut your losses, shoot the poets
And one day you'll come down
To find yourself in a provincial town
But it's not what I've heard you know
A picture speaks a thousand words
But baby don't feel down
I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah
But it's not what I've heard you know it
Cut your losses, shoot the poets
And one day you'll come down
Oh, to find yourself in a provincial town
Breathing holes that will never end, oh
Speak all you want or just pretend
Because she thinks she is a different class
So she sits all day by the looking glass, oh
It doesn't talk, it doesn't last
But it's not what I've heard you know
A picture speaks a thousand words
But baby don't feel down
I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah
You sold your soul for magic beans
Don't believe all you read on computer screens
These things they mean nothing to me
Ripped and stains came off the track
You go there once and you don't come back, oh
Good that's what I say
But it's not what I've heard you know it
Cut your losses, shoot the poets
And one day you'll come down
To find yourself in a provincial town
But it's not what I've heard you know
A picture speaks a thousand words
But baby don't feel down
I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah
But it's not what I've heard you know it
Cut your losses, shoot the poets
And one day you'll come down
Oh, to find yourself in a provincial town
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Cos you think she is a different class
So she sits all day by the looking glass, oh
It doesn't talk, it doesn't last
-talent scout/some dude looking for models w/e (looking glass/mirror her reflection cant talk back and her beauty/fame wont last forever)
But it's not what I've heard you know
A picture speaks a thousand words
But baby don't feel down
I left my heart in the provincial town, yeah
- It's not about the rumors or criticisms people say they just need to see for themselves and she shouldn't feel bad about any of it because he knows his happiness is back home same as hers
But it's not what I've heard you know it
Cut your losses, shoot the poets
And one day you'll come down
Oh, to find yourself in the provincial town.
- It's not about what he's heard about her, she should stop playing the fame game, and go back home.
I think cut your losses, shoot the poets refers to cutting of ties to people that speak ill of you.
But to be completely honest I don't believe there is an intended, interpretable, message here. It's either just good music and words that fit a pretty melody or a song he made for himself. Well in any case this is the most sense I could make of it if there is any sense to be made.
Amazing. F*cking Amazing
Slightly less incredible is the lyrics here.
few lines stand out:
because SHE thinks she is a different class
I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah.
Ripped and stained came off the track.
All the same, top work from the Jarmans.