Looking for an insult there's a trickle in my head
Seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself
Talks that we had are becoming a blur
If only I could love my neighbour
Waiting here for the next time with a bottle in my hand
Doing it for the exercise I forget myself
The face that you had is becoming a blur
But how was I supposed to know that?
Because God made me
That's all they told me before
And how about you?
And it's off to work we go
Now you can forget about a labour of love
It just won't wash anymore
We'd love to be good but we'd rather be bad
But how was I supposed to know that?
Because God made me
That's all they told me before
And how about you?
Because God made people
That was the luck of the draw
We do what we want
God made me
That's what they told me before
Who knows what they'll say today?
Because God made me for his sins
Imagine my eyes when I first saw
We can do what we want
How could I know?
How could I know about it?
What can we make of this?
What is the state of the singer's faith?
@fmf saidShe sounds like an idiot ... 🙂
[youtube The Sundays]bvtsQNumoX8[/youtube]
Looking for an insult there's a trickle in my head
Seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself
Talks that we had are becoming a blur
If only I could love my neighbour
Waiting here for the next time with a bottle in my hand
Doing it for the exercise I forget myself
The face that you had is becoming a blur
But how was I su ...[text shortened]... could I know about it?
What can we make of this?
What is the state of the singer's faith?
But thanks for trip down memory lane .. The Sundays have such a sweet sound with those chorus pedals
@karoly-aczel saidUnfortunately, that doesn't mean anything coming from you. Would you care to explain what you might have thought you meant?
She sounds like an idiot
@fmf said"What can we make of this?"
[youtube The Sundays]bvtsQNumoX8[/youtube]
Looking for an insult there's a trickle in my head
Seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself
Talks that we had are becoming a blur
If only I could love my neighbour
Waiting here for the next time with a bottle in my hand
Doing it for the exercise I forget myself
The face that you had is becoming a blur
But how was I su ...[text shortened]... could I know about it?
What can we make of this?
What is the state of the singer's faith?
Undefinable and incoherent gibberish.
"What is the state of the singer's faith?"
What faith? Faith in what?
@secondson saidWhat faith? Faith in what?
"What is the state of the singer's faith?"
What faith? Faith in what?
Although The Sundays were not a Christian band, the singer/writer believes she was created by God. There is obviously some 'turmoil' in her mind with regard to that ~ the upshot of that, perhaps ~ and the song and its words may have resonated with theists (of various degrees of conviction) when they heard them. So, yep, this is surely the right forum for this kind of speculation.
Undefinable and incoherent gibberish.
Song lyrics are a form of poetry. In this case, what is being conveyed is impressionistic and achieved as if with dabs of paint [fragments/details], leaving it up to the active listener to interpret the effect and how/if those dabs resonate.