Song Meaning
The lyrics paint a picture of someone whose public persona or artistic output is fundamentally misunderstood, or at least, not fully grasped by admirers. The narrator observes a disconnect between how they are described – their "poetry" – and their actual self, suggesting a superficial engagement from others. This perceived inability to truly connect or understand is framed as a frustrating, almost futile effort, like "work[ing] the handle" without getting any closer to the "meaning."
There's a strong undercurrent of criticism directed at the subject's "vanity," which the narrator finds "embarrassing" to those who "adore" them. This vanity seems to fuel a destructive instability, with the narrator noting the subject "always unstable" but now "worse." The lyrics suggest a self-absorption that blinds the subject, leading them to perceive dire pronouncements or existential threats ("death was at work") in what is ultimately just "surface."
The most striking element is the direct address to "fucking sleepwalkers," a sharp indictment of a passive, unthinking state, possibly within a broader "cultural slumber." The narrator seems to be calling for an awakening, a break from this complacency, contrasting it with the stark reality of "tomorrow." The repeated command to "Go on and sleep" carries a heavy dose of sarcasm, highlighting the narrator's exasperation with this widespread inertia.