I finally got around to searching up the lyrics for Brick by Boring Brick by Paramore, and am so impressed by it. For those who think Paramore is just another generic rock band that comes up with mere catchy songs to headbang to, you should totally check out the lyrics (and the music video) of Brick by Boring Brick.

But to save you the trouble, here are the lyrics:

She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she’s left behind
It’s all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She’s ripping wings off of butterflies
keep your feet on the ground
when your head’s in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we’ll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Well go get your shovel
And we’ll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle; bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck 12
Well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick
or the wolves gonna blow it down
keep your feet on the ground
when your head’s in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we’ll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic
If it’s not real
You can’t hold it in your hand
You can’t feel it with your heart
And I won’t believe it
But if it’s true
You can see it with your eyes
Or even in the dark
And that’s where I want to be, yeah
Go get your shovel
We’ll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Well go get your shovel
and we’ll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
(Guys x2):
ba da ba ba da da ba da

(Hayley x2):
ba da ba ba da ba ba da

It’s basically about the loss of a young girl’s innocence as she grows up in a society as complicated as ours. She comes to learn that the real world isn’t a magical playground to discover and its ugliness reveals itself when you least expect it.

The MV has this dream-like quality to it, and a sort of gold tinge, perhaps to suggest the tinted lenses through which we (along with the main character of the MV) regard the world. The colours are vivid, surreal, and at the end where the little girl runs frantically away from the monsters in the castle of mirrors and into a six feet-deep hole, it suggests the death of her innocence now that she’s witnessed for herself the ugliness present in the world.

As someone on YouTube commented, it’s f**ked up, the poor child. But is it not happening, after all? Kids these days grow up so fast it’s ridiculous. When we’re young, we want to grow older. And then when we finally reach the age we aspired to be, we realise it’s no effin big deal at all. And we’d have wasted all those years yearning for that mirage and missing out on the present. I think that’s one of the reasons for our disillusionment when we reach this age. That, and our insatiable desire for greener grass. We can possibly spend our whole lives searching, and then end up realising life is only such. It’s a case of okay-so-we’re-here-now-what that we end up with, which honestly is nobody’s fault but ours.

Not that my life’s completely meaningless, or that my childhood were halcyon days compared to now, in case anyone’s forming that thread of thinking now. I’m just wondering if anyone can retain and survive with that innocence that most of us have lost as we grew older. Thoughts?

Anyway, good job, Paramore.

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