3 Libras by A Perfect Circle
Threw you the obvious and you
Flew with it on your back, a
Name in your recollection
Down among a million same
Difficult not to feel a little bit
Disappointed and passed over
When I look right through
To see you naked but oblivious
And you don't see
Me
But I threw you the obvious just to
See if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel
Eyes of a tragedy
Here I am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded
But I see, see through it all
See through, see you
'Cause I threw you the obvious to
See what occurs behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel
Eyes of a tragedy
Oh well
Apparently nothing at all
You don't, you don't, you don't see me
You don't see
You don't see me at all
I was talking about this song yesterday with a friend and it came back to my mind today. We had decided that it was about trying to reach someone who can't be reached. The lyrics that I highlighted where he says that it's "difficult not to feel a bit disappointed and passed over" show that he is trying to communicate with this person but he sees that they can't accept his message. But he also sees past their defense and understands why they can't accept him, because they are a "tragedy".
I read this on a SongMeanings this morning, it's from the lead singer...
Up until the mid twentieth century the mountain gorilla was considered a myth. Oddly enough, a legend not unlike bigfoot or the loch ness monster. The chance of actually seeing/experiencing this elusive shadow was as likely as finding ones soulmate.
Rare.
Precious.
Even once discovered they seemed unapproachable. The only way to get close to this magnificent creature was to become empathetic. Abandon all pretense and preconceptions. To bare an open throat. To collapse into the arms of vulnerability. All but extinct, these beings/moments are threatened by the black hearted. The cold and oblivious. The empty eyed profit seekers that overlook these
Rare
Precious
Moments."
A Place for my mind to wander.
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