Her debut for Republic Records, Sling was co-produced by Clairo and man of the hour Jack Antonoff (Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, St. Taking another turn in what to this point has been a shape-shifting young career, Clairo leaves behind any trace of the pop and electronic luster present on her major-label debut, the Rostam-produced Immunity, as well as the quirky bedroom pop of her teens on the follow-up, Sling. These moments are “Heaven”.Purchase and download this album in a wide variety of formats depending on your needs. It’s because life is too beautiful to judge or feel judged, and we should, like the child and the paper plane, cling onto the good moments in life. At the end of the breakdown, she shows that she has zero fucks to give anymore and cannot even be bothered to judge: instead of cooking with whiskey, she uses “glow packs” and even likes to spice it up with thyme – she rejects the existence of a recipe and fully accepts that life is improvisation.Įnding with the hymn-like chorus just further solidifies that it’s not because she’s jaded that she gives no fucks. Adorno was a philosopher who clearly passed judgment on his colleagues and their philosophical positions, and she’s asking him why he’s doing this and suggesting that his “” are worth no more than a “nut wipe”. She adores “no eye”, rejecting anybody who passes judgment on others. But there does seem to be some kind of self-awareness of her evolution from Verse 1 to Verse 2. The breakdown seems to be mostly wordplay, and I don’t speak whatever language she uses in the end of it so I'm not sure about that. She's given up all negative attitudes and being critical. But this time, there’s no indication that she’s passing judgment on the people involved: neither herself or the whore. Verse 2 discusses the same types of crazy and outlandish events that we found in the first verse (here, it’s her talking to her dad about anal sex, murdering someone for something as petty as code, and a “whore” who is clearly tripping on something). I think the use of “waifu” is meant to indicate how she literally has affection for whatever the cause of her luck is. And she wishes she could know why those things land in her lap when they do, but you get the feeling that she doesn't care so much about knowing the answer as much as she cares about giving praise to whatever, or whoever, is the cause of the random goodness in her life - whatever it is, they're likened to a benevolent God (“Oh, Messiah”). She seems to want to hold dearly, greedily on to those things when they happen (they’re “all mine, mine”). Like the child, this girl is in awe at the good things she randomly comes across in her life. I think here she’s depicting herself as a child who finds a paper plane that lands near them but has no idea where it came from. But then she seems to question whether other people are more ridiculous than her (while Yosef laughs at something inside of her, he’s really laughing at his smells) and whether it’s the crazy world (popes are out “in the streets” like regular people and they’re praising ISIS publicly) itself that’s to blame for the bad stuff happening to those around her.Īll of this hatred – of herself and others – is quickly juxtaposed with the chorus, which sounds like a psalm or a hymn of some sort. There’s a lot of room for interpretation, but I think it’s about a girl reacting to the messed-up world around her and wondering why there’s so much bad in the world, but eventually seeing and dwelling in the fact that there’s a lot of good.Īt first, she expresses self-loathing and blame: She is disgusted with herself (she’s a “four-assed” “bubble”) and blames herself for the bad shit that happens to the people around her (she’s the “hugest pneumonia” in her whole “tribe”). Since the meaning of the song might not be clear, here's my best shot: Go watch the music video again, but this time flip the video upside down, invert the colors, and zoom in 750% on Clairo’s nose ring from 1:18-1:22. Wi shi an ip ĮDIT: I have confirmed that these lyrics are accurate. I killed on the street for your ASCII, broĪ whore says, “We’ll run through weathered candy corn” Popes are in the streets Ī bean with you makes me fill that asshole I'm pretty confident that most of it is right, but let me know if you have any corrections. I used brackets to indicate when a different lyric might be accurate or when I'm uncertain. So I tried to transcribe them myself as accurately as possible. I couldn't find the lyrics to this song anywhere, official or otherwise.
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