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Long Island City Here I Come

by Geese

Summary

"Long Island City Here I Come" by Geese dives into themes of searching for identity and direction. It’s a mix of personal stories, playful imagery, and a sense of urgency about finding one's place in the world.

Full Analysis

The song feels like a journey through confusion and self-discovery. The repeated acknowledgment that “nobody knows where they're going” highlights a shared sense of uncertainty. Yet, there’s a confident voice in the mix, someone who seems to have a clearer vision. This tension between chaos and clarity drives the song forward, making it relatable and engaging. The references to characters and historical events add layers, suggesting a connection between past struggles and the pursuit of self-identity.

Verse 1

Nobody knows where they're going
Nobody knows where they're going
Nobody knows where they're going except me
I told poor Joan you've been talking
You've been talking to you-know-who
And if you can talk to him you can talk to me too
“And Joan of Arc,” she warned
“The lord has a lot of friends, and in the end
He'll probably forget he's ever met you before”
Oh Charles, tell me about the end
You were there the day the music died
And I'll be there the day it dies again
He said, "A masterpiece belongs to the dead
There are microphones under your bed
And there's footage that will prove us both wrong"

This first verse sets the stage beautifully. It starts with a universal truth: everyone’s a bit lost. But then it shifts to a personal voice, claiming to have some knowledge. The mention of Joan of Arc and the idea of being forgotten adds a layer of existential worry. It raises questions about legacy and memory. The reference to “the day the music died” is powerful, hinting at a significant cultural moment, making you think about how events shape our identities. The line about masterpieces belonging to the dead suggests a struggle between creation and mortality, which is pretty thought-provoking.

Chorus

Can't you see
Like Joshua kick-kick-kicked the king out of Jericho
I'm about to kick your ass up and down this street
Here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come
Here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come
Here I come, here I come, here I come

The chorus is all about action and determination. The Joshua reference gives it a biblical flair, hinting at triumph and victory. The playful repetition of “Here I come” creates a sense of urgency and excitement. It feels like a rallying cry, as if the narrator is ready to take on the world. It contrasts the earlier uncertainty with a bold declaration of intent, making you want to root for them.

Verse 2

I knew a man
He sat behind a desk that was a million feet wide
But he laid down his hammer and he died
I knew a man
Big and fat, born without arms or legs
Born to jump in the air and clap
He said, "Hang me from a yo-yo or a rope
And I'll be hanging by my neck all the same
So too shall I reach Long Island City, one of these days"
“Can't you see,” he said
“The Sunday crowds are all my concubines and my enemies”
But he too shall see Long Island City eventually

This verse introduces more characters, showing different perspectives on life and struggle. The first man’s desk symbolizes a heavy burden, while the second man’s description is both humorous and tragic. It emphasizes resilience, as he imagines reaching Long Island City despite his limitations. The line about Sunday crowds adds a sense of community, but also conflict. It paints a picture of how people interact with their surroundings, hinting that everyone has their own battles to fight, yet they all share a common destination.

Chorus

Maria cried out to me, "You can either leave
Or you can stop playing that cowbell with your gun"
So I say, "Watch out Long Island City, here I come" Like Charlamagne in Vietnam
Until I come home, I am not anyone
Long Island City, here I come
Like Charlamagne on the midnight bus
I have no idea where I'm going
Here I come

Here, the chorus reinforces the theme of movement and determination. Maria’s advice seems to suggest choices in life, either you move on or you confront your issues. The reference to Charlamagne connects the past with the present, highlighting a journey that’s both personal and historic. The line about not being anyone until returning home adds depth, suggesting that identity is tied to place and belonging. The repetition of “here I come” feels like a mantra, echoing the desire to find one’s path.

Closing Thoughts

Overall, "Long Island City Here I Come" is a rich tapestry of thoughts and feelings about identity, belonging, and the quest for direction. The characters and references create a lively narrative that’s both personal and universal. It’s a reminder that while we might feel lost at times, there’s always the potential for discovery and growth. The upbeat energy of the song keeps you engaged, making it a fun listen while also prompting deeper reflection.

Full Lyrics

Nobody knows where they're going
Nobody knows where they're going
Nobody knows where they're going except me
I told poor Joan you've been talking
You've been talking to you-know-who
And if you can talk to him you can talk to me too'
"And Joan of Arc," she warned
"The lord has a lot of friends, and in the end
He'll probably forget he's ever met you before'"
Oh Charles, tell me about the end
You were there the day the music died
And I'll be there the day it dies again
He said, "A masterpiece belongs to the dead
There are microphones under your bed
And there's footage that will prove us both wrong"
Can't you see
Like Joshua kick-kick-kicked the king out of Jericho
I'm about to kick your ass up and down this street
Here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come
Here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come
Here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come
Here I come, here I come, here I come

I knew a man
He sat behind a desk that was a million feet wide
But he laid down his hammer and he died
I knew a man
Big and fat, born without arms or legs
Born to jump in the air and clap
He said, "Hang me from a yo-yo or a rope
And I'll be hanging by my neck all the same
So too shall I reach Long Island City, one of these days"
"Can't you see," he said
"The Sunday crowds are all my concubines and my enemies"
But he too shall see Long Island City eventually
Maria cried out to me, "You can either leave
Or you can stop playing that cowbell with your gun"
So I say, "Watch out Long Island City, here I come"
Like Charlamagne in Vietnam
Until I come home, I am not anyone
Long Island City, here I come
Like Charlamagne on the midnight bus
I have no idea where I'm going
Here I come
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