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lyric analysis -- 'paris' by the 1975

a/n: this is one of my favorite songs from this album so i had to :) let me know you're thoughts! happy reading <3

disclaimer: i do not own any rights to the lyrics, solely the analysis.

She said hello, she was letting me know We shared friends in Soho She is a pain in the nose And I'm a pain in women's clothes And you're a walking overdose in a great coat

a play on words, he alludes to her drug addiction which can read as an argument —he gently pokes at her habit, she calls him on his masculinity, and again he pokes at her dependency but crueler.

And so she wrote a plan for it on the back of a f*g packet She had to leave because she couldn't hack it Not a lot of noise and too much racket I think “I've spent all my money and your friends, oh”

she half-heartedly wants to stop but replaces her addiction with another one alluding that she's never serious about anything. he thinks to himself, not a lot of substance, but a lot of drama ; he's given her and her life everything he has yet she has fallen short every time.

How I'd love to go to Paris again (and again, and again, and again and again) And, how I'd love to go to Paris again (and again, and again, and again and again)

mentioning the city of love, the phrase alludes to how he wants so badly to feel any kind of positive feeling for her and when he's around her. certainly love, interest? anything, really.

Mister Serotonin Man, lend me a gram You call yourself a friend? “I’ve got two left feet and I'm starting to cheat on my girlfriend again” I caught a pinky in her nose As the crowd cheered for an overdose And “I don't suppose you know where this train goes?”

the serotonin man refers to ssris aka antidepressants, him asking, almost begging it to make him feel happy, joyful, etc. and when it doesn’t, he's suddenly not a 'friend' to it anymore. two left feet, meaning he's lost all sense of right and wrong and has no intention on trying to fix it. the last line mentions how his girlfriend is a passive individual -- she waits for other people to fix her problems, tell her where to go, and what to do with herself.

There was a party that she had to miss Because her friend kept cutting her wrists Hyperpoliticized sexual trysts “Oh, I think my boyfriend's a nihilist” As I said, “hey kids we're all just the same, what a shame”

she prioritizes other things and people over herself, which causes relationships (like the one sung here) to break and become strained. she tries to mend their relationship with sex and more intimate actions that ironically feels hallow and for show. although in public she likes the idea of him, she truly does not know him at all -- she states how he doesn't believe in anything and has no essence or personality while at the same time he's preaching about the reality of humans sharing some kind of connection.

And oh, how I'd love to go to Paris again (and again, and again, and again and again) And how I'd love to go to Paris again (again, again, again and again)

how he’d love to feel something for her again, the repeated phrase of ‘and again’ alludes to him thinking non-stop about it — every time he sees her he wishes that he could feel something beside that distant feeling for her.

“Oh stop being an asshole And counting my eye rolls” And like piss holes in the snow, uh oh Keeping paying the tab on my health Man, you’re putting me up on a shelf “Well I’ll believe you're clean, but only by seeing your face for myself”

it's a common word in the relationship; stop doing this, stop doing that. the example of her being too involved and caring is annoying and off-putting to him, the back and forth of being praised and then belittled.

And then she pointed at the bag of her dreams In a well-posh magazine “I said I’m done, babe I’m out of the scene” But I was picking up on Bethnal Green She said I’d been romanticizing heroin

oh the lies. the expectations. the pressure. she constantly wants the glamour and allure of this 'high-end' life: designer bags, wealth, and status. he lashes out at the situation -a double meaning of being done with drugs and their relationship if you want to see it that way- and copes with his 'casual' interaction with drugs.

And oh, how I’d love to go to Paris, Paris again (And again, and again, and again, and again) And how I’d love to go to Paris again (and again, and again, and again, and again) And how I’d love to go to Paris again (And again, and again, and again, and again) And how I’d love to go to Paris again (And again, and again, and again, and again) (And again, and again, and again, and again)

the desperate loop of dreaming if he could ever meet that impressionable, innocent girl he fell in love with.

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blog introduction

hi!

my name is ro and i am the owner of this blog! this serves as a music / film analysis and photography place for all my thoughts. I just recently decided i wanted to post some of my music analysis so here we are!

i love taking apart lyrics and scenes that can create so much feeling in the smallest ways possible; i feel that’s what joins us as humans together and can create powerful connection. some other hobbies i have are watching the same tv shows, singing and dancing (although I’m not very good at the former) , and writing.

I actually have another blog, @ro-writesstuff — it has all my fanfics and fun writings about mostly f1 drivers and the 1975 if that’s your vibe :)

i take requests for film and music analysis, and would love to make this a space for others to share their thoughts as well! I also do have some blog rules which i’ll link here.

thanks for reading if you did,

ro