Uzbekistan
The Sound of Animals Fighting Lyrics
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Away from all the children, away. Fear the walls that you made.
All your fears are mine, airplanes and time fly far away.
Time is the only distance, between the artist and the masterpiece.
Running around our business, explaining what i should have picked
sitting in a seating chair, with papers on the wall
Twiddling your rubber thumbs, in a sea of alphabetical
Let your heart break, in pain; you'll find the truth
Let your mind spin, the burden of logic and proof
They try to take away. We must turn our boredom to gratitude.
I love, love, love.
I want, want, want.
I need, need, need.
I am, am , am.
The world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal.
Who wrote your words?
Who sews your strings?
Who built your boat?
Who placed your bet?
Why do I wonder?
Some people never even ask.
What are you thinking? Who's in charge?
(Spoken word)
I don't understand French, but if I could,
I would write beautiful songs about horrible things...
because it is said to be the language of love and romance...
and if love didn't exist, there wouldn't be any horrible things.
You must care to cry, love something in order to hate something...
You must have a heart in order for it to be broken.
Many people walk in a dream.
They feel entitled to happiness and feel anger when it is not waiting for them.
I know that the world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal.
It is our own perception we get to bend and mold to our liking-
once that is accomplished, the reality we once knew begins to change.
My neighbor may be dark and gloomy, but I find it a perfect day to go outside.
I can knock on his door, but that doesn't mean he will answer.
And I will have to walk away, sad, from his little house
where he sleeps and smokes and drinks all day,
just to escape what he does not yet know.
We find ourselves in little boxes watching little boxes.
We see an edited version of human life, targeted on alienating us as individuals,
to distract us from the seedy underbelly of politics and business.
We are products of a Machiavellian society.
Look at the pretty girl dancing- her hair is so shiny.
I want my hair to be shiny. Look at the man with chizzled features-
use the razor he is using. It will give you the kind of charm that woman crave.
Women will want you. Men will adore you. You will be happy. You will be empty.
Because it is not about the product, but the feeling they try to convey.
And it is not for your benefit, it is for the benefit of the holders of the company.
We must burn our little boxes. We must create dialogue.
We must realize the importance of every moment.
We must turn our boredom to gratitude.
Use your hands, your thoughts, your hunger.
These things are yours and yours alone.
The lyrics of the song Uzbekistan by The Sound of Animals Fighting are rich in meaning and symbolism. The first line, "The world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal", sets the tone for the rest of the song, which is a reflection on gratitude, boredom, and the human condition. The song seems to be about the different ways in which people perceive the world around them. It suggests that our perceptions and attitudes can shape our reality, and that we have the power to change our circumstances through our perception.
The second stanza of the song, "Away from all the children, away. Fear the walls that you made. All your fears are mine, airplanes and time fly far away", seems to be a cautionary tale about becoming trapped in our own fears and anxieties. The repeated reference to airplanes and time suggests a desire to escape, to break free from the constraints of our own thinking, and to explore new horizons.
The third stanza of the song, "Time is the only distance, between the artist and the masterpiece. Running around our business, explaining what I should have picked sitting in a seating chair, with papers on the wall. Twiddling your rubber thumbs, in a sea of alphabetical", speaks to the theme of creativity and the struggle to express oneself. It suggests that the only thing that separates an artist from their masterpiece is time, and that our own fears and distractions can keep us from realizing our full potential.
Overall, the song Uzbekistan is a complex meditation on the human experience, full of hidden meaning and symbolism. It suggests that we have the power to shape our reality through our perceptions, and that by cultivating gratitude, creativity, and a willingness to explore new horizons, we can transcend our limitations and truly embrace the beauty and wonder of life.
Line by Line Meaning
Away from all the children, away. Fear the walls that you made.
Separate yourself from the innocent, and fear the confinement you've created.
All your fears are mine, airplanes and time fly far away.
The fears that plague you are the same ones that consume me, and even if we escape, time and distance will still haunt us.
Time is the only distance, between the artist and the masterpiece.
The only separation between an artist and their creation is the amount of time it takes to bring their vision to life.
Running around our business, explaining what i should have picked
We spend our time obsessing over the choices we didn't make, instead of focusing on the present moment and our current actions.
sitting in a seating chair, with papers on the wall
We are stuck in a mundane routine, surrounded by meaningless distractions that keep us from truly living.
Twiddling your rubber thumbs, in a sea of alphabetical
We struggle to find purpose in a world filled with trivialities and meaningless tasks.
Let your heart break, in pain; you'll find the truth
Only by experiencing heartbreak and pain can we truly understand the nature of reality.
Let your mind spin, the burden of logic and proof
We must allow ourselves to become lost in thought, questioning everything and searching for deeper meaning.
They try to take away. We must turn our boredom to gratitude.
Those in power attempt to control us and strip us of our individuality. Instead of succumbing to boredom and hopelessness, we must express gratitude for what we have.
I love, love, love. I want, want, want. I need, need, need. I am, am , am.
Our desires and passions are innate, and define who we are as individuals.
Who wrote your words? Who sews your strings? Who built your boat? Who placed your bet?
We must question the origins of our ideas, beliefs, and actions, recognizing that we are often influenced by external, societal forces.
Why do I wonder? Some people never even ask. What are you thinking? Who's in charge?
It is imperative that we question everything, even if others around us stay content with their ignorance. We must seek to understand those in power, and what motivates their actions.
(Spoken word) I don't understand French, but if I could, I would write beautiful songs about horrible things... because it is said to be the language of love and romance... and if love didn't exist, there wouldn't be any horrible things. You must care to cry, love something in order to hate something... You must have a heart in order for it to be broken. Many people walk in a dream. They feel entitled to happiness and feel anger when it is not waiting for them. I know that the world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal. It is our own perception we get to bend and mold to our liking- once that is accomplished, the reality we once knew begins to change. My neighbor may be dark and gloomy, but I find it a perfect day to go outside. I can knock on his door, but that doesn't mean he will answer. And I will have to walk away, sad, from his little house where he sleeps and smokes and drinks all day, just to escape what he does not yet know. We find ourselves in little boxes watching little boxes. We see an edited version of human life, targeted on alienating us as individuals, to distract us from the seedy underbelly of politics and business. We are products of a Machiavellian society. Look at the pretty girl dancing- her hair is so shiny. I want my hair to be shiny. Look at the man with chizzled features- use the razor he is using. It will give you the kind of charm that woman crave. Women will want you. Men will adore you. You will be happy. You will be empty. Because it is not about the product, but the feeling they try to convey. And it is not for your benefit, it is for the benefit of the holders of the company. We must burn our little boxes. We must create dialogue. We must realize the importance of every moment. We must turn our boredom to gratitude. Use your hands, your thoughts, your hunger. These things are yours and yours alone.
Through thoughtful reflection, we can bend and mold our perception of reality to better suit our own happiness. However, we must also recognize the ways in which society attempts to manipulate and control us, using superficial distractions to hide darker truths. To combat this, we must break free of our individual boxes and engage in meaningful dialogue, recognizing the importance of every moment and using our own unique talents and passions to better the world around us.
The world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal.
Despite our sense of entitlement, the world does not owe us anything- but it has given us an incredible opportunity to experience life and all its complexities.
Contributed by Samantha H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.