Psychologists, Little shivers: meaning of the lyrics of the new single
Simultaneously with the release of the new album DIYThe Psychologists they also released the single Little shivers (Bomba Dischi / Universal Music Italy) Friday 29 November on all digital platforms and in radio rotation.
PSYCHOLOGISTS, “LITTLE CHILLS”: MEANING OF THE SONG
Little shivers it is an intense, reflective and rhythmic song that evokes vivid memories of a difficult past, transformed into awareness and growth. The Psychologists they tell the contrast between the pain experienced and the improvement of the present, celebrating the strength in overcoming difficulties. A melody that accompanies a journey of healing and resilience.
PSYCHOLOGISTS, “LITTLE CHILLS”: TEXT OF THE SONG
We are similar
Old stories with difficult people
When I realized it, little shivers
Ah
Vivid memories
They are the color of bruises
We weren't clear
We were barely alive, yes
Let me smoke again
Fly again
You scare me
Sorry, it seems like there's something there
You're so naked
You're so alone
And at that hour when only those who suffer and those who work are awake
I think about how I was before
I saw no way out
We did it in the cellar
Did it snow in the kitchen?
People in church in the morning
It can't be called life
But thank goodness it's over
We are similar
Old stories with difficult people
When I realized it, little shivers
Ah
Vivid memories
They are the color of bruises
We weren't clear
We were barely alive, yes
Faded memories of when my time seemed meaningless
Now that it makes sense
I throw my money away and feel at peace
I'll take the subway anyway
Although I could return by taxi
As a child it was difficult to apologize and talk to others
So many things you don't know
So many things I don't know
You take drugs for your troubles
How much does what I have cost
Holidays with friends
Weed gets us around the world
I spent 3K from but to Barça gift in smoke for the place
My mother asked me everything is fine
If this is the life I want
Platinum records belong to her
This is why my living room is empty
Every day I give up
Every day that I can
It's not just an effort
It's everything I dream of
We are similar
Old stories with difficult people
When I realized it, little shivers
Ah
Vivid memories
They are the color of bruises
We weren't clear
We were barely alive, yes
We are similar
Old stories with difficult people
When I realized it, little shivers
Ah
Vivid memories
They are the color of bruises
We weren't clear
We were barely alive, yes
