The Parasocials
As an integral part of any song, lyrics act a way for artists to divulge their thoughts with listeners, but with so many songs out there, how can you be sure to hear all of these messages?
To grasp these hidden meanings, we have asked The Parasocials to showcase some of their favourite, original lyrics and are pleased to feature them as part of our Waxing Lyrical series.
Today’s Waxing Lyrical With The Parasocials dives into the lyrics of their song ‘Karmatose’.
An unholy union of neo-jazz composer Tomer Krail, roguish folk poet George Calne Jones, charming indie soft boi Felix Slander and miracle drummer Rob James.
The Socials have recently been rumoured to be spending months on end in their Deptford fortress, meticulously polishing the pointy edges from their 2nd record – only letting off steam by jumping on the DLR and gigging the shit out of London. Such haunt’s have included: Ronnie Scotts, 02 Academy, The Amersham Arms, Dublin Castle, Hoxton Underbelly, The George Taven, The Fiddler, The Fiddlers Elbow and a whole host of other venues with funny names.
They’ll probably break up and start suing each other soon, so catch them whilst you can.
Karmatose is when you’ve indulged into too much new age and pseudo-Buddhist theory that you can no longer react to the events of the world or the actions of individuals towards you. You’ve been Karmatosed.
The idea of the song thusly is that you have to maintain a balance between incorporating holistic oneness and understanding with a hard edged cynicism and zero bullshit attitude to maintain balance and strength in ones life. To quote the chorus:
‘It’s just the shape of your will, sparing, put against mine’.
Lyrics:
You’ve got to know how I’m feeling
So high I’m pinned to the ceiling
Karmatose and I’m still grieving, now
You’ve got me screaming in silence
Accepting naught but compliance
Discerning, tortured reliance, now
It’s just the shape of your will sparring, put against mine
Trying to keep you from my reason, breaking my mind
You know I’ve always been searching
Drawn out and pulling at pursestrings
Karmatose always the worst thing, now
Paralysed by your indifference
Starving myself through subsistence
Win war with petty persistence, now
It’s just the shape of your will sparring, put against mine
Trying to keep you from my reason, breaking my mind
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