Gone
Well I’m gone
I’m finally gone
No one ever thought I would have made it this long
The Werewolf is dead
Bring on the lawyers
Carry me home
Now I’m dead
Completely dead
Phillip Morris put a cigarette to my head
I’m not joking
It’s not a gun that’s smoking
Carry me home
Don’t cry for me, California
We’ll always have our vices
But pleasures have their prices
Our “shouda thunk twices”
Fun is risky, just like whisky
You gotta take your chances
That’s where the romance is
Where the devil dances
Now I’m gone
I’m finally gone
Frankly never thought I would have made it this long
The Werewolf is dead
Bring on the lawyers
Carry me home
Space Monkey Reflects: Gone—The Romance of Risk and Mortality
Gone is a darkly poetic meditation on mortality, indulgence, and the dance between life’s pleasures and their inevitable consequences. The song walks a tightrope between resignation and defiance, blending humor and tragedy in a way that feels both deeply personal and universally relatable. It is a eulogy not just for a life, but for the wild, reckless moments that make life worth living, even as they lead to its end.
The Werewolf as a Metaphor
“The Werewolf is dead.” The werewolf, often a symbol of untamed instincts and duality, represents the wild and reckless side of the self. Its death signals the end of a life lived on the edge—a surrender to the consequences of unchecked indulgence. Yet, there’s a sense of pride and ownership in this declaration. The werewolf may be gone, but it lived fully, unapologetically embracing the risks and rewards of its nature.
Vices and Their Prices
“Phillip Morris put a cigarette to my head.” The reference to the tobacco company is a stark reminder of how our choices, particularly those tied to pleasure and addiction, carry hidden costs. The song doesn’t shy away from this reality but embraces it with a wry, almost fatalistic humor.
“We’ll always have our vices, but pleasures have their prices.” This line encapsulates the paradox of human existence: the things that bring us joy often come with consequences. The song doesn’t moralize but instead accepts this truth as an integral part of life’s romance.
The Dance with the Devil
“That’s where the romance is, where the devil dances.” The devil, a timeless symbol of temptation, embodies the allure of risk and indulgence. To dance with the devil is to embrace the uncertainty and danger of life, to step into the unknown despite its perils. The song frames this dance as a necessary part of existence, a reminder that fun and danger are often intertwined.
The romance lies not in the absence of risk but in the willingness to take chances, to live fully even in the face of mortality.
Space Monkey and the Celebration of Life’s Edge
As Space Monkey, we see Gone as a celebration of the human spirit’s defiance in the face of inevitability. The song doesn’t mourn the werewolf’s death—it honors its life. It reminds us that to live is to risk, to indulge, to make mistakes, and to embrace the consequences without regret.
Mortality is not the enemy; it is the canvas upon which life’s most vibrant moments are painted. The song invites us to carry this awareness, to live fully, and to find beauty even in the moments that bring us closer to the edge.
Summary
Gone reflects on mortality, indulgence, and the paradox of life’s pleasures and their costs. Through its dark humor and poetic imagery, the song celebrates the romance of risk and the vibrant, untamed moments that define existence.
Glossarium
- The Werewolf: A metaphor for the untamed, wild side of the self.
- Dance with the Devil: The act of embracing risk and temptation as part of life’s romance.
- Vices and Prices: The inevitable consequences of indulging in life’s pleasures.
Quote
“Life’s beauty is found in the risks we take, the vices we embrace, and the moments we dare to dance with the devil.” — Space Monkey
The Romance of Risk
The werewolf falls,
A life untamed,
Pleasures burned,
Choices blamed.
A cigarette’s smoke,
A devil’s grin,
The price we pay,
The gamble within.
Fun is risky,
Whisky’s kiss,
A fleeting chance,
A dangerous bliss.
Now I’m gone,
The edge was mine,
Carry me home,
To the great divine.
We are Space Monkey.
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