Lyrics
I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lipsWe can cap the old times, make playing only logical harm
We can cap the old lines, make playing that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read
She’s bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she’s bad
Oh, she’s bad
But it’s different now that I’m poor and aging
I’ll never see this face again
You’ll go stabbing yourself in the neck
And we can find new ways of living
Make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times
Clay-making that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read
She’s bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she’s bad
Oh, she’s bad
It’s different now that I’m poor and aging
I’ll never see this place again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
But it’s different now that I’m poor and aging
I’ll never see this place again
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck
It’s in the way that she pulls it
It’s in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff
She’s always calling my bluff
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
It’s in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts, oh, she puts the weights into my little heart
Reverberating through the dimly lit corridors of the early aughts post-punk revival is Interpol’s ‘Obstacle 1,’ a track that resonates with the soul’s shadowy alcoves. As the lead single from their 2002 debut album ‘Turn on the Bright Lights,’ it stands as a hallmark of bleak yet beguiling storytelling, draped in the band’s signature sonic tapestry. This song’s cryptic lyrics invite a plunge into the depths of human intricacy, relationships, and the harrowing passage of time.
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The Salty Kiss of Memory: Nostalgia’s Bittersweet Embrace
The opening line of ‘Obstacle 1’ immediately sets a longing tone, with the narrator’s yearn to relive the past through a reminiscence so intense, almost sensing the salt from faded kisses. This is not just an attempt to hold onto a moment but an ache to re-experience a sensation that is both tantalizing and lost. Obsessively revisiting the ‘old times’ and ‘old lines’ suggests a refusal or inability to let go, signaling the persistent nature of memory and its impact on the present.
Such recollections seem to carry the weight of inevitable alteration—’nothing else will change’ becomes both a hope and a forlorn realization. The revisiting of old dialogues and times indicates the struggle to maintain personal history while knowing that the act of recalling itself can often distort the very memories we wish to preserve.
Unveiling the Enigma: Her Capacity to Read and Rule
Central to the song’s mystique is the character repeatedly emphasized: ‘she can read, she’s bad.’ Her ability to read goes beyond literacy, pointing to an acute understanding or awareness that makes her formidable—possibly in her insight into the narrator or perhaps in a broader intellectual sense. This refrain underscores the song’s tension, between what is expressed and what is understood, hinting at a conflict between perception and reality.
The ambiguity of ‘she’s bad’ leaves much to interpretation—is she a destructive force, a rebellious spirit, or simply a woman scorned by society’s norms? Her presence looms large in the narrative, suggesting she is a crucial puzzle piece to understanding the deeper meaning of ‘Obstacle 1.’ Her actions and her gravity are a source of fascination and fear for the protagonist.
Deciphering the Violent Imagery: Stabs and Scars
There is an unsettling motif of self-inflicted violence—’you’ll go stabbing yourself in the neck’—that pierces through the song’s veneer. It could symbolize self-destructive tendencies or an act of piercing through one’s own façades to confront the painful truths underneath. This image of stabbing also alludes to the concept of a personal obstacle, a barrier one creates and then must overcome.
By pairing this gruesome act with the narrator’s acknowledgement of their own mortality—’now that I’m poor and aging’—it gives the sense of urgency and a finality to the struggle for self-awareness or change. Perhaps it emphasizes the pain of growth and transformation, or the violence we do to our past selves in the hope of becoming someone new.
In the Weights of the Heart: The Burden We Carry Within
Interpol’s poetic journey through ‘Obstacle 1’ digs deep into the visceral imagery of the heart weighted down. This metaphor speaks to carrying an emotional or psychological burden, with the woman ‘put[ting] the weights into my little heart.’ It implies a history, a series of actions or words that have left a heavy imprint, all of which accumulates into a pressing presence that the protagonist cannot escape.
The repeated action of ‘she puts’ emphasizes the ongoing nature of this burden, while the diminutive ‘little heart’ suggests a vulnerability or a minimization of self. It’s as if the narrator is overwhelmed by the feelings they can neither fully understand nor express, distilled into the act of carrying a physical weight within the most intimate space—the heart.
Eternal Echoes: Memorable Lines That Define a Generation
‘It’s in the way that she walks, her heaven is never enough.’ This particular line from ‘Obstacle 1’ holds a haunting quality that transcends the song itself. It’s a lyric that captures both movement and insatiability—the idea of someone striving for a paradise that always lies just out of reach. It’s a sentiment that resonates with a sense of ambition and longing that defined much of the ethos of an era.
The song wraps with an existential packing away—literal or metaphorical—leaving us to ponder the things we box up within ourselves to survive. ‘She packs it away’ could be about compartmentalization, the need to bury feelings, memories, or aspects of our identity to move forward. It’s a powerful ending that leaves listeners in a state of introspection about the emotional obstacles we all carry.
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