NO ONE'S IN THE ROOM - Jessie Reyez

The Experience: Who am I when no one's in the room... Who can you go to for help when no one has it together...

The Vibe: Melancholy. Despair.

The Topic: Hypocrisy.

The Tension: They're hypocrites (most of them don't follow their own rules) VS. Breaking the rules doesn't make me any happier  (vices only pacify for the moment).



Music video: The religious backdrop present in the lyrics shows up here as a brooding tormented Jessie Reyez alone in a world of hypocrites and mindless followers. No one's happy. And the people who need guidance - Jessie herself, the gay altar boy, even the unfaithful priest - go it alone, with no saints in sight to show them which way is up.

The Meaning of NO ONE'S IN THE ROOM: Ideals: they get preached to you. Hypocrisy: you see it. But in the end, only one person can decide what to believe and how to live. That person is you - when no one's in the room. That's a powerful look at the dilemma of personal identity in a crazy world. Jessie Reyez leaves it a very open question on different levels.

First off, she fails and falls and fears losing heaven.

Second, the hypocrisy she sees leads to a deep distrust of teachers, rules and grades - cages. That distrust pulls the song towards a lonely place where no voice can be trusted. It's a faux freedom from any guilt... that in the end can't take the emptiness away: vices only pacify for the moment.

Third and finally, she needs to talk to God. Will he be a weak irrelevant god by not voicing any guidance at all? Will she discover that his voice can be trusted? Will he stand up and defend the ideals that hypocrites were too weak to exemplify? Will he ask her to live what no one else has? Will she balk at that? We don't know.

Ask yourself: Do hypocrites drive you to embrace their same failures?

Album:  BEFORE LOVE CAME TO KILL US (2020)

LYRICS:

[MUSIC VIDEO: "El que esté libre de pecado, que tire la primera piedra" John 8:7]
(He who is without sin among you, let him throw the first stone)

I'd go to church every Sunday
But teenage love still took my virgin skin
And the night after my first time I cried, 'cause I
Thought Heaven wouldn't let me in
Meanwhile the priest has got a boyfriend
And lots of teachers smoke weed after school
When you're young they try to you in the cages but—
Most of them don't follow their own rules

Spend your whole life being graded
Being told you're not enough
Being told go find the one and sit and wait for death to come
But I don't wanna
I need to talk to God, there's things I just don't understand

Like who am I when no one's in the room?
Who am I when no one's in the room?
Does the voice in my head, that talks me off the ledge, belong to me?
Or does it come from the clouds?
Who am I when no one's in the room? (Hmm)

Go to school and get a good job
Just to work your life away and pay your debts
And even those who live their dreams out
Cry 'cause all that glitters ain't what you expect
Sometimes I don't want to sing no more
Slit my throat and take my music back from evil men
They can put my body in the ocean
So I can die wearin' a smile and maybe find peace again

Spend my whole life being graded
Being told I'm not enough
Being told go find the one and sit and wait for death to come
But I don't wanna
I need to talk to God, there's things I just don't understand

Like who am I when no one's in the room?
Who am I when no one's in the room?
Does the voice in my head, that talks me off the ledge, belong to me?
Or does it come from the clouds?
Who am I when no one's in the room? (Hmm)

Vices only pacify for the moment
Vices that they made to hold our pain
Vices only pacify for the moment
[MUSIC VIDEO: He who is without sin among you, let him throw the first stone John 8:7]
Vices that they made to hold our pain
[MUSIC VIDEO: I talk to God every single day.]

Spend your whole life being graded
Being told you're not enough
Being told go find the one and sit and wait for death to come
But I don't wanna
I need to talk to God, there's things I just don't understand

Like who am I when no one's in the room?
Who am I when no one's in the room?
Does the voice in my head, that talks me off the ledge, belong to me?
Or does it come from the clouds?
Who am I when no one's in the room?

Who am I when no one's in the room?

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