99 Problems
Alphacat Lyrics


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In city shoes,
Of clueless blues,
Pays the views,
And no-mans news.
Blades will fade from blood to sport,
The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Smokers rode a colonial pig, [Smoke is rolling colonial pink,]
Drink and frame this pain i think.
I'm melting silver poles my dear,
You bleed your wings and then disappear.
The moving scenes and pilot lights, [...pyre lights]
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
And battle lines are drawn across this town.

Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames, [Talk me down...]
And nothing's changed.
Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like 1968 again.
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Well pretty flames.

In school I would just bite my tongue,
And now your words they strike me down. [But now your words have struck me dumb.]
The flags are false and they contradict,
They point and click which wounds to lick,
On avenues this christian breeze,
Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
It frays this skin and then underscore.
The case for war you spin and bleed,
The sales you feel screensavers feed,
The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The moving scenes and suburbanites,
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
The battle lines are drawn across this town.

English boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Hearts and minds and US Planes,
Nothing's changed...
And english boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like the 1980's again,




The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
More pretty flames.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Alphacat's "99 Problems" are filled with powerful metaphors to describe the current state of the world and modern society. The verses communicate feelings of frustration and hopelessness towards the faulty systems and structures in place, both in Paris and England.


The opening lines of the song describe the singer walking around in the city feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He talks about the heroin epidemic causing tragic and untimely death, and people indulging in vices such as smoking to escape reality while they perpetuate the same colonial, oppressive ideologies. The chorus echoes this frustration and disillusionment, feeling like nothing has changed despite fiery uprisings happening in Paris and England similar to those of the past.


The song then shifts towards the education system, where the singer used to bite his tongue, but now feels powerless against words that strike him down. The "flags" and "point and click" refer to the often biased news media that can influence our perceptions and beliefs. The singer concludes the second verse by pointing to how society is turning to self-destructive behavior to cope with the pain, becoming addicted to needles, screensavers, and meaningless entertainment.


Line by Line Meaning

In city shoes,
Wearing fancy shoes in the city.


Of clueless blues,
Feeling lost and confused.


Pays the views,
Paying to see the sights and attractions.


And no-mans news.
Unimportant news that no one cares about.


Blades will fade from blood to sport,
Violent behavior becomes normalized and accepted as entertainment.


The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Drug addiction leads to shortened lives.


Smokers rode a colonial pig,
People smoking and enjoying luxuries at the expense of those who were colonized.


Drink and frame this pain i think.
Using alcohol to forget one's problems temporarily.


I'm melting silver poles my dear,
Feeling overwhelmed and lost in a world of artificial, cold metal.


You bleed your wings and then disappear.
Trying to fly, but ultimately failing and disappearing.


The moving scenes and pilot lights,
Flashing lights and fast-paced life in the city, leading to a short attention span.


Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
People achieving success through destructive means.


Modern times come talk me down,
Feeling overwhelmed by the rapid changes in society.


And battle lines are drawn across this town.
Divisions and conflicts arise in the community.


Parisian boys without your names,
Men in Paris with unknown identities.


Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Replacing physical chains with poverty and systemic oppression.


Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames,
Trying to calm people down during a chaotic situation.


And nothing's changed.
Despite efforts to bring about change, nothing has improved.


Riot like 1968 again.
Protest and uprising similar to those in 1968.


The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Despite intense and emotional protests nothing has improved in society.


Well pretty flames.
The destruction caused by these uprisings has some form of aesthetic appeal.


In school I would just bite my tongue,
Holding back thoughts and feelings in a repressive environment.


And now your words they strike me down.
Being hurt by words that were previously held back.


The flags are false and they contradict,
Contradictions within national symbols and beliefs.


They point and click which wounds to lick,
Media repetition of specific topics leads to a skewed perspective.


On avenues this christian breeze,
Christian values infiltrating consumer culture.


Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Consumer culture becomes more and more trivial, leading to a lack of fulfillment.


Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
Addictive consumer culture leaving people always wanting more.


It frays this skin and then underscore.
Harmful consumer culture eventually leading to mental and physical damage.


The case for war you spin and bleed,
Manipulation of facts and emotions leading to justification for war.


The sales you feel screensavers feed,
Consumer culture creating unrealistic expectations through marketing tactics.


The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
Shallow media aimed at a narrow target demographic and created by a homogeneous group of people.


The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The unappealing charisma of those in power.


The moving scenes and suburbanites,
Fast-paced life leaving little room for reflection or introspection.


And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
Destruction becoming a means to success and power.


English boys without your names,
Men in England with unknown identities.


Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Replacing physical chains with poverty and systemic oppression.


Hearts and minds and US Planes,
American culture and values being spread through military force.


The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Despite intense and emotional protests nothing has improved in society.


No english boy without your name,
Everyone has a name and identity.


Riot like the 1980's again,
Protest and uprising similar to those in the 1980s.


The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Despite intense and emotional protests nothing has improved in society.


More pretty flames.
The destruction caused by these uprisings has some form of aesthetic appeal.




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Thank you, Thank you
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