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Originally posted by Be like the water, people.:

So, for me, at the moment, Eet isn't /about/ anything.

That makes a lot of sense to me. (The whole post, I mean.) I just pulled out one line to quote so it wouldn't be a mega-quote.) I think its easily applicable to many emotional experiences, (not an easy songwriting task!) and that's what makes it so powerful.

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Originally posted by ThisIsHowItWorks:

that makes a lot of sense to me. (The whole post, I mean.) I just pulled out one line to quote so it wouldn't be a mega-quote.) I think its easily applicable to many emotional experiences, (not an easy songwriting task!) and that's what makes it so powerful.

im glad you agree (and that that post wasn't totally incomprehensible...) ever heard Regina sing this live? the "Eet" portion is a real tear-jerker. Just how passionately she sings it. i guess that's what makes it so easy to not read much into the lyrical content-the less you try to conform the song to a certain meaning, the more it'll mean to you! Razzer

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For me, Eet is about a change, about moving to a differebt phase in your life. The moments in your life when you notice that things aren't the way thay used to be. You aren't the way you used to be. Like the moment when you realise that you haven't played with dolls in months and don't even miss it, or when you realise that you don't even know the person your former best friend has become. Those moments in life. I understand the end-of-realtionship -theory and the losing innocence -theory has a lot to do with this one. I definitely think that there are no right or wrong interpretations when talking about lyrics. We understand them differently because we are different. This is what Eet tells me, but that's because I am who I am.

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I have wondered if this song is about eating disorders?

"It's like forgeting the words to your favorite song..."

For me This line connected to that moment when you can't understand why is so hard for you to just eat like you aet before?

Why suddenly it bacame such a big issue for you?

"You spend half of your life trying to fall behind..."

You spend half of your life in obsesive thinking about food and wheight and it's ruin your life.

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^huh! i would never ever have thought of that!

but just think how it even ties in with the title "eet." it sounds like "eat", but there's something wrong with it somehow...hmmm.

i love how these songs have so many layers and mean so many different things to different people. i can't even deal with it. Smiler

oh, and welcome to the stix, orit!! jolly good (and thought provoking) first post, if i do say so myself! Big Grin

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Hi, I think it’s my first post here, so let me just say that I just love Regina’s songs, from the first album, as soon as I started to ear… tears of joy came tumbling down my eyes. Today Regina still has a very special place in my heart and I feel so grateful for her songs and her presence at stage.

I really think a lot about the Regina's lyrics, and I agree with rainna that

“I definitely think that there are no right or wrong interpretations when talking about lyrics. We understand them differently because we are different.”

I think the interpretations I read here of this song make a lot sense and they enriched my experience of the song. I’m presenting another one, which has to do with who I am and what I am living at present.

So this is as much about me as about the song… and, sometimes, I feel like I’m “in the flow”, where creativity and pleasure just flow together easily. This song reminds me of this flow state in this part:

“You were always singing along
It was so easy and the words so sweet”

For me this also is connected with another song from Regina “Consequence of Sounds”:

“The consequence of sounds
Got a soundtrack in my mind,
All the time.
[…]
And I'd like to turn them down
But there ain't no knob.”

I associate both songs, because, for me, they are talking about the same thing: inspiration, living in the moment, just feeling free, like the world is inside of you, trying to speak out through you. Like you’re a vehicle of some kind and the freer you are, the more it talks through you.

In that sense it also reminds me of other songs by other artists, like Caetano’s “Alegria, Alegria”, or Bob Dylan’s “Blowing in the Wind” and “Mr Tambourine Man”.

But whereas “consequence of sounds” is talking about not being able to turn down the sound of the powerful and unending inspiration inside, in Eet it’s different:

“You spent half of your life trying to fall behind
You're using your headphones to drown out your mind”

Here the attempt to turn down the knob, fall behind or “drown out your mind” is in the past…

For me this makes a lot of sense, especially in this stage of my life, where I fell madly in love, and it seems I got so connected and lost in this person (or the image I have of her) and so disconnected from myself, and from a source that I could find when I felt utterly alone and independent in my walk in life... Now, I’m trying to build my dreams with her, but I feel like there is some dishonesty in all of this… like if I’m lying to her, and mainly to myself, just to make this more-than-wonderful love to work out.

So, in this sense, the song also makes sense for me, because there’s like a sin that makes me fall. In this case the song talks about

“Someone's deciding whether or not to steal”

And that’s what I’m doing, deciding whether I’ll go forwards with stealing this happiness that is not for me, this intense, crazy, but ultimately alienating love, or if I shall stick with my lonely, and perhaps smaller and meaningless, but truer life.

Going forward with falling in love, stealing this wonderful feeling, feeling finally at home and safe, feeling loved and that I achieved all that I wanted for so long… it’s just… at hand… it’s just “falling” in love…

But then, opening the window “just to feel the chill” I can see what will happen, my true voice will be suppressed…

“Cause it's his turn but his brother won't let him try”

In other words, it’s the turn of my independent inner spirit to talk, to say the craziest thing coming from nowhere, coming from the Tambourine man, to try to be whatever it feels like being, even if doesn’t fit. To feel the beat and let my feet flow to wherever the music, the world, free creativity, sends me. But the “brother”, the false me, the loved me, the attached me, won’t let the true voice try, to come up. Because it knows that it would break everything: this perfect life, this perfect love.

In life, at this particular moment at least, I feel that I have to make a choice, to steal a happiness that is not for me, or to be free and true to myself. I can be happy, extremely happy, and live a huge love affair… But… I will lose my feet in the process, the beat that guides my life. Do I want that? No. I prefer to be miserable with a beat, with my feet, to be free, blowing in the wind, to that sound of the Tambourine man. I’ll keep the beat and my feet. And I won’t say sorry to my Love, because I feel that, in reality, that’s the only true way to be me with her. That’s the only path I can see for a true meeting of the souls. Everything else is partially pretending. And I don't want to pretend.

The “beet”, that Regina talks about, I think, is precisely a consequence of living a true life. It is the distinguishing mark of a “true life”. Not only do you feel inspired, but you follow your inspiration. You are true to the tune, to your true self, following the consequences, and this is what keeps you in the flow. Whereas stealing a perfect but fake life will leave you with just the (f]eet part, a kind of longing of what it used to be, to live in the flow, to be connected with your own source, without being really able to remember how it was fully, although the memory of it still sparks.

So I’ll just dance and dance to this song… As I slowly regain myself and my path, my tambourine man, my beat and my feet.

Sorry, it’s a kind of different interpretation, perhaps very far away from what Regina intended or felt. But… you know, that’s what I’m feeling now when I listen to it. Just sharing with you… :)

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