Treading Paper

Thrice

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Intro: Verse 1: All my life I’ve been treading paper in the space between the words And there implied is that I’m but another body for the birds carrion absurd and accidental atoms beating air carrying on unwitting orphan of an unyielding despair Guitar Solo: (2x) Verse 2: But linger on just for a moment until we can ascertain if Amsomething’s wrong with me Or the assumptions of these self indicted brains Because I contend that all of this is more than just a meaningless charade That each and every moment is a bottle with a message hid away Chorus 1: If anything means anything There must be something meant for us to be a song that we were made to sing There must be so much more than we can see Verse 3: But all our lives we’ve been treading paper in the space between the words And there implied’s the thought that we are barely more than bodies for the birds carrion They say that we’re just accidental atoms beating air carrying on and on Unwitting orphans of an unyielding despair Bridge: But our hearts tell a different story our hands feel a different pulse Chorus 2: Silence: If anything means anything There must be something meant for us to be Distortion: If anything means anything There must be something meant for us to be a song that we were made to sing There must be so much more than we can see Outro: Something fathomless deeper than our pride can dive numinous higher than Our hearts can rise transcendent further than our thoughts can reach immanent closer than the air we breathe

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Cette chanson évoque l'idée d'une existence souvent laissée à l'errance, où l'on se sent comme un simple corps, peut-être insignifiant, flottant entre les mots, comme s'il n'y avait pas de véritable signification derrière nos vies. L'artiste questionne cette perception de la vie, en se demandant si nos pensées et nos craintes ne sont que le reflet d'une condition humaine plus profonde. En même temps, il insinue qu'il pourrait y avoir une réalité plus riche et pleine de sens qui dépasse notre perception quotidienne. Dans un monde où l'on peut facilement se sentir perdu et seul, la chanson invite à réfléchir sur le sens de notre existence et sur la possibilité que chaque moment pourrait cacher des messages importants. Elle rappelle aussi que, malgré la pensée désespérée qui peut nous envahir, notre intériorité et notre humanité vibrent d'une vérité qui pourrait nous aider à transcender cette mélancolie.

Le Chansonnier