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This song is a collage of metaphors about the feeling of always being clumsy. It's about striving and failing. The tune itself is kinda crazy and weird, like the feeling that is described. It's the third song of the EP Child.
lyrics
Hair Color Called Fire
I’ve been ripping off my clothes
Went out standing in the rain once again
I didn’t know where else to go, well I didn’t know where else to go
I’ve been singing out my lungs
I’ve been trying to overcome my fear and doubt
Didn’t hear anyone but me, whether they didn’t sing, or it was me too loud
Well I don’t know why my hair, caught on fire again,
I suppose my hair color‘s called “fire”
My eye only sees the end of the seas, this is my disease
While I’m focused on my aim
I forget the boat that I’m standing in, sailing in
Remember I don’t know how to reach the horizon
Isn’t that particularly surprising?
I’m not good with fires and boats
I run the risk of flooding my fire and of burning my boat
While ignoring the silence that spoke
Australian multi-instrumentalist Nick Griffith tempers luxuriant yacht-pop arrangements with lo-fi touches across the sunny "7am." Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 1, 2020