Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Lyrical Musings of the Day: Everyday is Exactly the Same by Nine Inch Nails

I've actually been meaning to give this band more of a deeper listen to for quite a while now.  I pretty much figured I've really been on quite the rock music binge lately that now's as good a time to as any.  And I must say I've really been loving what I'm hearing.  I'd had a good idea as to how great Trent Reznor's stuff was based off of what few NIN songs I'd heard up 'till now plus the fact that he composed the soundtrack to The Social Network, but now I've pretty much confirmed him as one of our time's greatest musical geniuses.

In any case, I had just finished downloading their 2005 album With Teeth on iTunes the other day and when I gave it a listen to and this song came on, I found myself feeling how in a lot of ways it had a strikingly similar resemblance to how I've always kind of felt about life.  With Teeth as I recall was pretty much Reznor's political criticism record, one amongst many that were specifically being targeted at the Bush administration at the time.  With that said, I'd probably say a good interpretation of the song's meaning is would be a description of what life is like in a capitalistic society.  As such I'm actually pretty fairly certain most anyone out there could probably relate to this song every bit as much as I do.

"Every Day Is Exactly The Same"

I believe I can see the future
Cause I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
But then again
That might have been a dream
I think I used to have a voice
Now I never make a sound
I just do what I've been told
I really don't want them to come around

Oh, no

Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same

I can feel their eyes are watching
In case I lose myself again
Sometimes I think I'm happy here
Sometimes, yet I still pretend
I can't remember how this got started
But I can tell you exactly how it will end

Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same



I'm writing on a little piece of paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
Well I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind
I'm still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do



Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same