Pearl Jam - 'Gods' Dice'

This one is a live favorite of mine. Buckle up, my friends, because these lyrics are taking us on a philosophical rollercoaster through the twisted highways of fate and free will. They’re like the modern incarnation of an ancient sage, crossed with a disillusioned rocker. They don’t just knock on the door of existentialism; they headbutt it.

"It's out of my hands making your hands meet / Stumble as it's crumbling out of reach" - What an opening! It’s like a jigsaw puzzle falling apart just as you’re about to place the last piece. This is chaos with a side of ‘What on Earth is going on?’.

"It's in the cards of destiny your sanity in tow" – I’m telling you, this line’s like an old fortune teller giving you a wink, letting you know that fate's a wild card and sanity’s just along for the ride.

"Designate my luck / Uh, resignate" – We’ve got a smorgasbord of words being thrown like darts at a board here. “Designate”, “resignate” – it's like they’re creating their own lexicon just to keep you on your toes.

"Trust me, rusted minds refuse to go" - Oh man, this line is like an old car refusing to start, but in this case, it's your brain. It’s like saying, ‘Hey, my mind's old and rusty, but I’m not backing down’.

"My will is crashing, synapses flashing slow / Ah, days like frame by frame, where do they go?" – This here, folks, is an existential traffic jam. The lyrics are capturing the breakdown of not just will, but time itself. It’s like watching life in slow motion and wondering if someone hit the pause button.

"Ah yeah, why fight? Forget it, cannot spend it after I go / Roll them high / Throw them again / All gods' dice" – This bit is like a shrug at the universe. It’s like playing dice with gods, knowing they might be rigged but rolling ‘em anyway because why the heck not?

"Monkey driven, call this the living? Ha." - This, my friends, is a slap of cynicism with a side of Darwin. It's questioning the very essence of life, with a side-eye to evolution.

"Ah, too much thought it's overwrought a hole / Yeah, minding yours what's mine not yours / Will finish us off" – These lines are like a cautionary tale told by someone who’s had one too many cups of coffee and is now seeing through dimensions.

"Ah, designate my life / Ah, designate my view / Ah, resignate my will, my will, my will, I will / Resignate my God" – We’re back to these enigmatic words.

“Designate”, “resignate” – it’s like the lyrics are juggling concepts and terms, playing a high-stakes game with destiny.

So yeah, this song is a wild ride through the streets of fate and the alleys of free will. It’s not just navel-gazing; it’s soul-searching with a megaphone. These lyrics don’t just ask God Questions, they demand answers, and they’re not taking ‘wait and see’ for one. It’s like a riddle wrapped in an enigma, all while doing a kickflip on a skateboard. If philosophy and rock had a baby, this would be it. Hold on tight!

It's out of my hands making your hands meet
Stumble as it's crumbling out of reach
It's in the cards of destiny your sanity in tow

Designate my luck
Uh, resignate

This power has no roots to guide, no role
Trust me, rusted minds refuse to go
Unwillingness is meaningless to walk away in vain

Designate my will
Ah, designate my fill
Ah, resignate

My will is crashing, synapses flashing slow
Ah, days like frame by frame, where do they go?
Ah yeah, why fight? Forget it, cannot spend it after I go

Roll them high
Throw them again
All gods' diceMonkey driven, call this the living? Ha.
Ah, too much thought it's overwrought a hole
Yeah, minding yours what's mine not yours
Will finish us off

Ah, designate my life
Ah, designate my view
Ah, resignate my will, my will, my will, I will
Resignate my God