Babble
A New January Lyrics


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Unlocked and chained at the same time
Unstopping waste, this perfect crime
Don't know how I can avoid this
On page 65 they use their fists
Without proper use it can't begin
To hope and pray that this will end

Unbearably we sit through this and wait until it's over
Impossibly, uncomfortably we wait until it's over
The empty words
The mindless talk
We wait until it's over
With moving lips like open gates
We wait until it's over

The hours start to feel like days
Sarcastic verbal garbage waste




Just when the wet dirt forms to clay
I try to find the words to say

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Babble" by A New January describe the feeling of being stuck in a situation that is uncomfortable and unproductive. The first two lines suggest a sense of contradiction, with the singer feeling both "unlocked and chained at the same time." This could represent a feeling of being free to leave or speak up, but also burdened by social obligations or expectations.


The next lines reference a specific page number (65) and the use of fists, which suggests a violent or oppressive situation. However, the singer feels powerless to avoid it or make any meaningful change. The chorus repeats the idea of waiting until it's over, but with increasing frustration and a sense of time dragging on endlessly. The "empty words" and "mindless talk" of others only make the situation more unbearable.


The final lines of the verse suggest that the singer is searching for a way to express themselves, but struggling to find the right words. The song as a whole captures the feeling of being trapped in a frustrating or toxic environment, while also acknowledging the difficulty of speaking out or making a change.


Line by Line Meaning

Unlocked and chained at the same time
Confined and free at once


Unstopping waste, this perfect crime
Wasting steadily, silently yet steadily


Don't know how I can avoid this
Unsure how to steer clear


On page 65 they use their fists
About page 65, resorting to hand-to-hand combat is mentioned


Without proper use it can't begin
It'll only start if used properly


To hope and pray that this will end
To hold hope and pray that this will conclude soon


Unbearably we sit through this and wait until it's over
Intolerably, we wait for it to conclude


Impossibly, uncomfortably we wait until it's over
Extremely uncomfortable, we wait until it's finished


The empty words
Words emptied of meaning


The mindless talk
Thoughtless dialogue


We wait until it's over
We keep waiting for it to end


With moving lips like open gates
Lips as if open gates, swaying


We wait until it's over
We wait until it's over


The hours start to feel like days
Time elongates and days appear longer


Sarcastic verbal garbage waste
Sarcastic, insulting verbal trash


Just when the wet dirt forms to clay
Right as wet soil hardens into clay


I try to find the words to say
I attempt to formulate words




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