Santa died in this place
Becky cried what a waste
We should try to face the fears we need to erase
You and I really should embrace
Here’s what I’ll do
Paint me instead of you
If ‘Vincent’s’ price makes me miss the part that’s true
The lesser me I’m sure is okay with all of you
A conversation with myself
I speak to me and no one else
Arguments I can’t win if I do I’ll begin again
The conversation with myself
Momma lied to my face
Nick the Saint is gone from this place
The void in my life’s not something that you could replace
These steps I can’t I won’t retrace
The conversation with myself
goes on and on inside my head
peace I cannot find, you I respectfully decline
The conversation with myself
Here’s what you’ll find
Lost soul in pantomime
Awkward gestures two left feet no substance no left time
No time left to cure an aching twisted sub-mind
A conversation with myself
I speak to me and no one else
Arguments I can’t win if I do I’ll begin again
The conversation with myself
there's a ton of different things in this song...some religious tones...an argument about the meanings of lyrics with respect to the listener and the writer's intentions (inference vs implication)..i personally think a song stands almost entirely on the receiver, the "visceral" pictures the listener builds when hearing the song for the first time..(don't get me started, Anne)
there's also a validation for the songwriter if the music can generate those responses in the listener...the line with Becky is from such a reaction in another song..
this song has a strange gtr part that i've always had a hell of a time with (again, guitar lessons might be useful)