Incubus Fish (Rock)
"Fish" by Incubus (#Rock), released in 1999, explores themes of existential reflection and the complexity of human emotions. The lyrics convey a sense of longing and introspection, using aquatic imagery to symbolize depth and fluidity in life. Musically, it features a blend of alternative rock with intricate guitar work. The song resonates with listeners seeking authenticity and connection.
When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion forewarned
My audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift
Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames
Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career
You played this scene before, you played this scene before
I am the mote in your eye, I am the mote in your eye
A misplaced reaction
The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images
In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable
Unapproachable, constant in the darkness
Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction
With no flower to place before this gravestone
And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin
But that would be developing the negative view
And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour
The public act, let you model your shame
On the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats walk, and the cat walks
I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before
I am the mote in your eye, I am the mote in your eye
A misplaced reaction, satisfaction
I'm the irritating speck of dust that came from absolutely nowhere
My audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift
Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames
Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career
You played this scene before, you played this scene before
I am the mote in your eye, I am the mote in your eye
A misplaced reaction
The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images
In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable
Unapproachable, constant in the darkness
Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction
With no flower to place before this gravestone
And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin
But that would be developing the negative view
And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour
The public act, let you model your shame
On the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats walk, and the cat walks
I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before
I am the mote in your eye, I am the mote in your eye
A misplaced reaction, satisfaction
I'm the irritating speck of dust that came from absolutely nowhere
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