Daily Archives: June 4, 2008

Flipped

[On the surface, these song lyrics are about pinball. I’m sure you won’t find it too hard to dredge up the real meaning.]

Flipped

6/4/08

Kenneth Burchfiel

Drop in a quarter, and out I roll

Captive in my own square meter world

Out comes the spring—with a ding I am free

A paralyzed ball, barely able to see

The bumpers score points just by knocking me ‘round

I only get dizzy trying to find solid ground

The lights and the music get stale in a flash

I ride by the walls just waiting to crash

I’m just a pinball in a pinball machine

Bouncing my way ‘round a table that leans

Wishing my life didn’t hang on the shots

Wishing that I knew more than extremes

You only go up if you get far below

The flipper returns me to the world I know

Forget the bonus, I’m just searching for life

Wishing I didn’t have to take a hit to survive

The glass ceiling knocks me to the metal below

It’s hard to get higher if you’re fighting the flow

I’m stuck in a pipe, yet I’m gaining speed

Hurtling down towards the fix I need

I’m just a pinball in a pinball machine

Bouncing my way past a table that leans

Wishing my life didn’t hang on the shots

Wishing that I knew more than extremes

I glance past the flipper, game over for me

The player walks off—he had his three.

I slouch in the dark, but the coin slot gives light

I’ll need another quarter just to get in the right

A half-empty beer can rests on the glass

Left by the flipper man back with his class

Some people know without ever being told

What it’s like to live in a pinball world

I’m just a pinball in a pinball machine

Bouncing my way ‘round a table that leans

Wishing my life didn’t hang on the shots

Wishing that I knew more than extremes

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