The album includes collaborations with King Crimson's Adrian Belew (who plays guitar solos on tracks 1 and 4), and Opeth's Mikael Åkerfeldt (who adds vocal harmonies on tracks 1, 3 and 5, as well as the second guitar solo on track 5).
The complete concept and story has never been entirely announced by the band, and this is likely due to Wilson's intentions of attempting to turn this into a movie, and not wanting to spoil any portions of the story. Some fans have speculated at the plot based on extensive listening to the album, though there has been no official statement regarding its true meaning.
Wilson said it is a surreal "ghost story," and "the idea's ultimately that this album will form a kind of companion with the feature film." He stated that David Lynch and Stanley Kubrick were major influences for the filmscript.
On September 1, 2006, Steven Wilson announced in his blog that Mike Bennion (Co-writer of the Deadwing screenplay) had released the first fifteen pages of the story. It is available for reading on Mike Bennion's myspace blog and on the Deadwing microsite (albeit in a near-illegible format. Unfortunately the site was closed down at the end of September 2007). The filmscript thus far has made several connections to the album in various ways; such as a reference to the line in Mellotron Scratch 'A tiny flame inside my hand' and to the artwork in the album's cover insert (more specifically the page with the lyrics to "Halo" scrawled in it).
Deadwing
Porcupine Tree Lyrics
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It took the precious things that I hold dearer
It rifles through the grey and disappeared
The creeping darkness makes the small hours clearer
Like a cancer scare
In a dentist's chair
Sucking in the air
Wire across the stair
Kicking down the door
At your local store
When your world of bore
Forces through the floor
Unexpected news
Wearing high-heeled shoes
Blowing out the fuse
Paying all your dues
Tempering lullaby
Like a fractured tied
It's a worthless lie
To the public eye
I don't take waifs and strays back home with me
My bleeding heart does not extend to charity
Yes, I'd have to say I like my privacy
Did you know you're on closed-circuit TV?
So smile at me
And a dream you had
Of your mom and dad
On a beach somewhere
And the boys aren't there
With the cancer threat
In a cigarette
Tempering lullaby
Find a place to hide
And from the yellow windows of the last train
A specter from the next life breathes his bargain of pain
I look with you into the speeding black rain
Afraid to touch someone, afraid to ask her for a name
And in the morning when I find I've lost you
I throw a window open wide and step through
The song Deadwing by Porcupine Tree is about the creeping darkness that surrounds us in our lives, casting aside the precious things that we hold dearer. The lyrics talk about unexpected news, health scares, and the overwhelming feeling of being powerless to stop these things from happening. The first verse talks about something warm and soft passing through, taking away the precious things, and leaving the creeping darkness. The second verse speaks about taking in waifs and strays, being on closed-circuit TV, and a dream of a beach with no one there. These are all things that are outside our control, and we must learn to accept them.
The chorus speaks about the tempestuous nature of life, where it's like a lullaby but a fractured tie at the same time. The song also touches on themes of fear, isolation, and the inability to connect with other people. The bridge is about feeling like a specter from the next life, who is afraid to touch someone, afraid to ask for her name, and alone in the world. The song ends with the singer throwing open a window and stepping through, possibly a metaphor for starting fresh and leaving the pain of the past behind.
Line by Line Meaning
Something warm and soft just passed through here
A feeling of comfort and ease was recently present but has now disappeared
It took the precious things that I hold dearer
Whatever brought that sense of comfort has taken away the most valuable things in the singer's life
It rifles through the cling and disappears
The source of comfort came and went quickly, leaving behind only chaos
The creeping darkness makes the small hours clearer
In the midst of this chaos, the night seems even darker and more forbidding
Like a cancer scare
A sudden shock or threat to one's health and sense of security
In a dentist chair
A place of vulnerability, where one is forced to confront one's mortality and pain
Sucking in the air
Struggling to breathe, feeling trapped by circumstances
Wire across the stair
A physical barrier preventing movement or progress
Kicking down the door
An aggressive and violent act, representing the artist's desperation for change
At your local store
Even mundane and everyday things can become sources of chaos and anxiety
When your world of bore
The mundanity of daily life, which can be both comforting and suffocating
Forces through the floor
The sudden, overwhelming impact of events that shake the artist's sense of stability
Unexpected news
Something shocking and surprising, which disrupts the singer's sense of order and control
Wearing high-heeled shoes
The appearance of sophistication and glamour, which may mask underlying pain or distress
Blowing out the fuse
Something has triggered a loss of control or stability, resulting in chaos and darkness
Paying all your dues
The price one must pay for the mistakes and misjudgments of the past
Tempering lullaby
A soothing but ultimately false sense of comfort, which lulls the artist into complacency
Like a fractured tie
A symbol of broken connections and disintegrating relationships
It's a worthless lie
Whatever comfort previously existed was just a temporary illusion, a lie that cannot sustain itself
To the public eye
This deception may go unnoticed by those around the artist, who assume everything is fine
I don't take waifs and strays back home with me
The artist doesn't allow others to share in their pain or vulnerability
My bleeding heart does not extend to charity
The artist is unwilling to sacrifice their own well-being to help others
Yes I'd have to say I like my premise, see
The singer is confident in their worldview, even if it may be flawed or incomplete
Did you know you're on closed-circuit TV?
The artist is surveilling someone else, perhaps seeking to assert control or gather information
To smile at me
The object of the singer's surveillance may be unaware or dismissive of their presence
And a dream you had
The singer shifts to a dream-like state, suggesting a break from reality
Of your mom and dad
The dream centers on the singer's family, perhaps revealing unresolved emotional conflicts
On a beach somewhere
A place of freedom and relaxation, embodying the opposite of the artist's current reality
And the boys aren't there
The artist is isolated, without the support or connection of others
With the cancer threat
The specter of death is ever-present and looming, a reminder of mortality
In a cigarette
The reckless behavior and addiction that often accompany feelings of despair and desperation
Find a place to hide
An attempt to escape the overwhelming and oppressive feelings of the present
And from the yellow windows of the last train
The artist observes the world from a distance, as if removed from it
A specter from the next life breathes his bargain of pain
The artist is haunted by the inevitability of the end, and the pain and suffering that must be endured along the way
I look with you into the speeding black rain
The singer now shares this sense of dread and pain with another, a symbol of connection and empathy
Afraid to touch someone, afraid to ask her for a name
Despite this connection, the artist is still trapped by their own insecurities and fears of intimacy
And in the morning when I find I've lost you
The feeling of connection and empathy may be fleeting or illusory, leaving the singer alone once again
I throw a window open wide and step through
The singer seeks a new start or escape from their despair, even if it means disrupting their own sense of stability
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: Colin Edwin Balch, Gavin Richard Harrison, Richard Barbieri, Steven Wilson
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