“Your Deep Rest,” aside from being an obvious term for death, is an oronym for “you’re depressed,” which captures the song’s theme.
The song chronicles the narrator’s recollection of events surrounding a friend’s suicide. It touches on the guilt of failing to notice clues that seem obvious in retro...
[Verse 1]
"So while you're fixing up your bed
So while you’re organizing drawers
Could you just listen to the problems had
With problems of yours?
And what’s that note you’re writing there?
Why are you giving me this back?
This was a gift from when we met
Back when you weren’t so upset"
[Chorus]
I called in sick from your funeral
The sight of your body made me feel uncomfortable
I couldn’t recognize your shell
[Verse 2]
Your branching off had met an end
From all the weight that made you bend
And when you tried to shed your leaves
You pined for warmth as they said
“Your lack of love for your dear self
Is sapping all of us here out!
Trace your roots back to the ground
Work out the knotholes for yourself”
[Chorus]
I called in sick from your funeral
The sight of your family made me feel responsible
And I found the notes you left behind
Little hints and helpless cries
Desperate wishing to be over
[Bridge]
You said you’re trapped in your body
And getting deeper every day
They diagnosed you born that way
They say it runs in your family
A conscious erasure of class background
Where despair trickles down
Imbalanced chemical crutch
Open up, swallow down
You said “Remember me for me
I need to set my spirit free”
[Chorus]
I called in sick from your funeral
I called in sick, I called in sick
Tradition of closure nearly felt impossible
I called in sick, I called in sick
I should have never gave my word to you
Not a cry, not a sound
Might have learned how to swim
Never taught how to drown
You said “Remember me for me"
I watched you set your spirit free
Your Deep Rest was written by Christian Holden.
Your Deep Rest was produced by Ian Van Opijnen.
The Hotelier released Your Deep Rest on Tue Feb 25 2014.
The song is about coping with guilt in the wake of a friend’s suicide, from overlooked clues to seeing the deceased’s corpse and family.
“I say I don’t know about the song because of [my sleep-deprived lyric-writing method], but part of the song does come from a situation that happened with my ex-girlfriend. The story is creative non-fiction in the way that it didn’t actually happen, but it was on the verge of happening in the relati...