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Don't feel like home. He's a little out.
And all these words elope. It's nothing like your poem.
Putting in. Inputting in. Don't feel like methadone.
A scratching voice all alone it's nothing like your baritone.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home.
The little that he sees. Is nothing he concedes. It's home.
One uninvited chromosome. A blanket like the ozone.
It's nothing as it seems. All that he needs. It's home.
The little that he frees is nothing he believes.
Saving up a sunny day. Something maybe two tone.
Anything of his own. A chip off the corner stone.
Who's kidding? Rainy day. A one way ticket headstone.
Occupations overthrown. A whisper through a megaphone.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home.
The little that he sees is nothing he concedes. It's home.
And all that he frees. A little bittersweet. It's home.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that you see it's home.
And all these words elope. It's nothing like your poem.
Putting in. Inputting in. Don't feel like methadone.
A scratching voice all alone it's nothing like your baritone.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home.
The little that he sees. Is nothing he concedes. It's home.
One uninvited chromosome. A blanket like the ozone.
It's nothing as it seems. All that he needs. It's home.
The little that he frees is nothing he believes.
Saving up a sunny day. Something maybe two tone.
Anything of his own. A chip off the corner stone.
Who's kidding? Rainy day. A one way ticket headstone.
Occupations overthrown. A whisper through a megaphone.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home.
The little that he sees is nothing he concedes. It's home.
And all that he frees. A little bittersweet. It's home.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that you see it's home.
Lyrics submitted by Trent, edited by Mellow_Harsher
Track duration: 05:21
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The bridge is one of the most low-drag, emotionally supercharged parts of any song I've ever heard, and McCready's various guitar solos are just such breakaways from the song. It picks you up by the teeth and drags you into another dimension.
Damn, Pearl Jam...
Don't -1 me for this, I'm being totally serious.
There's a kid in my highschool who is really slow and awkward. He goes around asking girls for hugs and he kinda... gets creepy and visibly horny when he does, and so a lot of girls ignore him. He waves at people and they don't even acknowledge him because people know he's weird, and he looks not-so-hygenic. He sits alone at lunch, walks alone in the halls, and no one wants to be on his team in phys-ed. People fuck with him for being slow and creepy and dirty. But he can't help it.
I can't help but wonder what goes on inside his head. I think - I wonder if he asks himself why he can't fit in? Why isn't he accepted? Do his parents lie awake in bed at night wondering that themselves? Or do they not give a shit?
He doesn't seem to care though. He waves to a girl, she walks by, he shrugs and walks away, and he'll try it again the next day. He doesn't seem as cold as he looks. He's just a freakin' person.
The little that he needs... it's home...
speaking of Floyd. Listen to this song then listen to "Comfortably Numb". This song makes a great sequel to "Numb". Rockstar gets hooked on drugs. "Home" can mean the career and fans he lost.
Just a thought.
But, sadly, he realizes he's kidding himself. It's another rainy drug-addled pipe dream brought on by his "ozone" like blanket of a heroin high.
He's sooo close to being normal. He can taste it. He's screaming on the inside. His drug addiction is a lot like "locked-in" syndrome.
Amazing tune. Stil get the chills...
'Putting in. Inputting in. Don't feel like methadone.
A scratching voice all alone it's nothing like your baritone.'
I'm pretty sure Stayley was getting high as possible at this stage, and in 2002 he died.. Its like an ode to Staley for me, but at the same time it's just a great song..
"And all these words elope. It's nothing like your poem."
I think he is comparing his song writing skills to Eddie's lyrics, which often start out as poems.
"A scratching voice all alone it's nothing like your baritone"
Again, I think he is comparing his voice to Eddie's beautiful baritone voice and feeling that he doesn't measure up. Of course, once you getting Eddie singing it, it doesn't make sense, but I still can't help but wonder if that was were the lyrics for the first part came from.
I think this song is about how, when Jeff first met Eddie (who was the outsider in the band in the early stages) he recognised that, deep down, they were kindred spirits - although on the surface they seemed to have such different personalities.
He (Jeff) is describing Ed as someone who's a little emotionally closed-off and hard to read. But lines such as "the little that he sees... it's home" might mean the narrator recognises aspects of himself in the other person.