@@musicfan712 just in case she doesn't spot your question. Guitar, piano. With occasional appearances of nose flute, jaw harp, slide whistle, train whistle, melodica, kazoo and very occasional harmonica.
I'm coming up only to hold you under And coming up only to show you're wrong And to know you is hard, we wonder To know you all wrong, we were Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Really too late to call, so we wait for Morning to wake you is all we got But to know me as hardly golden Is to know me all wrong, they were At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral At every occasion once more, it's called the funeral At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral At every occasion of one billion day funeral I'm coming up only to you show you down for And coming up only to you show you're wrong To the outside, the dead leaves lay on the lawn 'Fore they died, and had trees to hang there upon Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral At every occasion once more, it's called the funeral At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral At every occasion of one billion day funeral
My interpretation of the song: Looping thoughts from manic depression serve as a constant reminder of life's futility. And its exposure has poisoned the well of any relationship; family, friends, and lovers. And it's predictably inevitable. The manic highs allow daily social interactions to have their innate charms, while the depressive lows kill them all before they show progress. It's the slow fall at the start of a descent into madness. Those who fell before can be seen discolored and deteriorated away from the rest of the cheery green world. And being detached from a structure of support is a loop in itself. Those who are still hanging on will see the fallen ones as needing to find support within, as they continue to be nourished by their own external sources.
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Saw you in tik Tok. Glad you have material here too. Consider me a fan. Giving me cover ideas and inspiring me to play more. Your a great talent, thanks for sharing.
'm coming up only to hold you under And coming up only to show you're wrong And to know you is hard, we wonder To know you all wrong, we were Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Really too late to call, so we wait for Morning to wake you is all we got But to know me as hardly golden Is to know me all wrong, they were At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral At every occasion once more, it's called the funeral At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral At every occasion of one billion day funeral I'm coming up only to you show you down for And coming up only to you show you're wrong To the outside, the dead leaves lay on the lawn 'Fore they died, and had trees to hang there upon Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral At every occasion once more, it's called the funeral At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral At every occasion of one billion day funeral
