Lyrics of Thoughtless

Poor Old Lu

pochette album Thoughtless
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Release date : 31/08/2010

Duration : 0:03:25

Style : Alternative



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Much of the songwriting for 'sin' can be broken up into three parts. a few songs were written shortly after mindsize was recorded, during various tours, etc.. a large majority of the songs were written in the two weeks preceding our recording dates - in our church youth room. the final few songs were written in the studio, "on-the-fly" or something like that. this song is one of the few that i have distinct memories of us writing in the two weeks before recording started. it came like a shot. the guys came up with the music - moody and powerful, and i slipped out of the room to write some lyrics. like many of our songs, i don't remember *actually* writing the lyrics, but i know that these words came quickly - very quickly. maybe that's part of the reason that i've always liked this song so much.

I think that the words of this song flow as good as any that we have. i don't think there was much mystery as to the message here - at least i hope not. what does it boil down to? simple. no matter what material possessions we have, excessive smarts that we claim, or good acts that we have made - it means nothing without christ. the chorus is interesting in that it can almost represent how someone might take stock of their own life and their own actions - a dime for my good actions, a nickel for the good things that i could do, and a quarter for my good intentions! in the end, we're left poor despite all of these things if we do not have the savior.

In my money, i was at home
To the beggar, i was so cold
In my pockets, all that i could hold
As i left here, this was all i was told...

Well, i get a dime for all of my good
A nickel for all that i could
And a quarter for all i said i would
And i was left poor, poor, poor
Oh my, how poor

As a thinker, i was so loud
In my wisdom, i was profound
As i left here, this was the sound...

Well, i get a dime for all of my good
A nickel for all that i could
And a quarter for all i said i would
And i was left poor, poor, poor
Oh my, how poor
Oh my lord

By my own way, i felt very near
When it shook me, this was all
I could hear...

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