Wiseblood (Johnny Jewel Remix)

The song dives deep into the feelings of uncertainty and the desire to find meaning in life’s challenges. It seems to be about grappling with past mistakes and trying to make sense of experiences that feel heavy and overwhelming. The repetition of questioning what it all means adds a sense of urgency and frustration, as if the singer is wrestling with their own thoughts.

Verse 1

This will be my last hope
That this dream will carry me through
But history is a long rope
And truth can't make it mute

This verse sets a somber tone. The idea of “last hope” suggests desperation, as if the singer is clinging to a final chance for redemption. The mention of history being a "long rope" implies that the past is hard to escape; it keeps pulling you back. The line about truth not being able to make things mute hints at the weight of reality and how it can be hard to move on from painful truths.

Chorus

If it doesn't make you wiser
Doesn't make you stronger
Doesn't make you live a little bit
What are you doing?

The chorus is powerful and repetitive, driving home the main message of the song. It asks a tough question: if experiences aren’t helping you grow or live better, what’s the point? It’s a call to action, challenging the listener to reflect on their own life choices. It emphasizes that just going through the motions isn’t enough; there needs to be a purpose behind it.

Verse 2

And this'll be my one remorse
That extremes kept me abused
But mystery is a long recourse
And time can't make it new

In this verse, the singer expresses regret about living in extremes, suggesting that those experiences have caused pain. The line about "mystery" being a long recourse points to the idea that figuring things out takes time and can be a messy process. It acknowledges that time alone doesn’t heal; it can’t change what’s already happened.

Chorus

If it doesn't make you wiser
Doesn't make you stronger
Doesn't make you live a little bit
What are you doing?

This chorus repeats, reinforcing the earlier message. It feels like a mantra, urging both the singer and the listener to evaluate their lives. The repetition adds weight, suggesting that this is not just a passing thought but a crucial realization that needs attention.

Bridge

*In these pardoned days, I am losing all my senses / In this timeless daze, I can barely see through / In this crowded space, I am losing