Poor Rich Ones - This Great Standing Still

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Recycle days go by
Killing my inspiration
Starts every new day with a blessing
And so, couldn't care less
And everything that would change me
This room into eternity
But even if I tried to break free
I couldn't even break out of this room

And this great standing still
Is killing me
This great standing still
Is killing me
Oh, it's killing me

I cannot change the world
With a t-shirt logo
It seems like the outside
Is none of my concern
And I stopped writing letters
That I never finish
And I pick up the pay phone
Running out of coins

This great standing still
Is killing me
This grеat standing still
Is killing me
This great standing still
Is killing me
Oh, it's killing mе
The man on the cigarette pack
Has already died from smoking
I recall his eyelight
And another one
And this year's event passed me by
'Cause I was in a city, thinking about TV's

This great standing still
Is killing me
This great standing still
Is killing me
This great standing still
Is killing me
Oh, it's killing me
This great standing still
Is killing me
This great standing still
Is killing me
This great standing still
Is killing me
Oh, it's killing me

Release Date: January 01, 1996

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"This Great Standing Still" by Poor Rich Ones is a reflective and introspective song that delves into the feeling of being stuck in a rut, unable to break free from the monotony of everyday life. The lyrics speak to a sense of frustration and longing for change, yet feeling powerless to make it happen. The repetition of the phrase "This great standing still is killing me" emphasizes the suffocating feeling of being stagnant and unfulfilled. The song captures the struggle of trying to find purpose and meaning in a world that seems indifferent to individual struggles. With its melancholic tone and introspective lyrics, "This Great Standing Still" is a powerful exploration of the human experience of feeling trapped and longing for change.