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** redone again, a lyric shift, and a few sparkles to present something of a juxtaposition, given our moods aren't always represented by what we show on the outside.
I'm really pleased I managed to record this with what was probably the worst cold I've ever had. Refused to let it get in the way!! 🤒
Written in 2008, and only part of the vocal is from then, the droning "Low" backing vocal, the rest I recorded in 2022.
I quite like how "so low" sounds a bit like "solo" too, given they're two problems that reinforce one another, in this kind of situation.
Lyrics
I’m so low
I’m in pain
If I was high
I’d be insane
I’m so low
It’s not okay
I don’t know why
I feel so strained
Strained
I’m so low
Became it's slave
And I’ve got stones
In my rib cage
I’m so low
It’s such a waste
Forever lost
Inside this place
I'm such a waste
I don’t know how I stumbled in
I’ve lost my head, as dead as Anne Boleyn
This winter chill, it breaks my bones
It seems so cold I barely fill my lungs
I’ve lost my soul, caught in this hole
I’ve no way home, I feel so low
I’m so low
I’m afraid
I might die
It seems I’ve strayed
I’m so low
Lost in the grey
These clouded eyes
Can’t find their way
There's just no way to go home
I’m so low
Forgot my name
Might find it somewhere
On this grave
I’m so low
I've got no trace
Frozen like
I’m lost in space
I don’t know how I stumbled in
I’ve fell in deep, can't take it on the chin
It's like a debt that's froze my bones
It's what you get when you're on your own
I’ve lost my soul, caught in this hole
I’ve no way home, I feel so low
As far as the lyrics go - at the time I was working in a very, very challenging hospital environment, surrounded by young girls wanting little more than death for the most part (on account of some pretty dreadful early life experiences), in a mental health, somewhat secure, hospital environment - and such experiences have an effect! I can at least place myself where I was at the time this was written anyway and, because of what I'm droning on about, it must relate to that particular nugget of work experience, least I think so!
I used to hate that job, really took it out of me, and I remember feeling quite resentful, towards myself, for putting myself back in that situation. I left that job once before, and lived in China for the best part of a year, ended up going back home, full of dreams, but ended up back in my old job! What a bloody misery - much different now thank goodness - so onwards and upwards!
- Genre
- Pop