Old Movies
Amplifier Lyrics

Watching through the dust.
Observing what's happening on the screen in a theater that's long been forgotten, has accumulated years of dust, and has lost its sheen.

I'm trapped in a theatre of velvet and rust,
The ambience of the theater is nostalgic, with images of old velvet seats rusted out after years of non-use.

With lonely shafts of light.
A feeble light emits from the projector, leaving shadows and silhouettes of people in the background, keeping it all mysterious.

And other ghosts drinking refreshments that's served up by skeletons.
There are others present in the theatre, dead people's ghosts, drinking, being served by skeletons, so hollow has everything come to be.

It's the spaces in the dark,
The atmosphere is created while the film runs, in a poorly lit theatre, with only the occasional flicker from the edges.

Where shadows of dead souls dance on the walls.
Their movements are just shadows on the walls with no marks about where they have been before. It's just a reflection of the past.

Where not only were you the star,
You were center stage in my eyes, captivating all of my attention and affections.

But you were the bleak soundtrack to my film noir.
You may have been the source of a successful portrayal, but your influence created a cold, depressing soundtrack that was far from happy.

Yeah, well that was you. That was you. Yeah that was you. Mm-mm that was you.
This is a direct address to the subject, over-emphasizing the point that it was, indeed, them that was the star and the bleak soundtrack.

And what if we just plug-in and go?
A rhetorical question - should the memories and connections just be brought back to enjoy for all eternity?

And it's my job to be, Embittered and constantly proving a mystery.
The singer has taken on the role of being constantly bitter and insisting on remaining a mystery.

And although we're dismal in the roles,
Even though they may feel disheartened by what their roles offer in this relationship.

I'm scratchy and mono as Bogart and you are a sepia Monroe
Comparing the relationship to two classic Hollywood actors - Bogart's voice is scratchy and mono, and their partner is depicted as an old school charm - Monroe in sepia tone.

Who's beneath the cobwebs and the chandeliers.
There's a sense of hidden mystery, and the subjects are cryptic - they could be anyone or anything, but they are shrouded in cobwebs.

With others who've been dead for years.
They're surrounded by the remnants of others who have long gone, but who still feel present and part of the ambience.

Like heroes brought to life again.
The feeling of being invincible and larger than life, reliving the glory days of the past, like superheroes returning to live again.

Like picture shows and Rocket-men.
From these stories and legends of the past, they derive their inspiration, bringing it to life in their fascination with pictures and films.

And the light that fills the room. Well it's the flicker from a paper moon.
The beam is weak, and maybe just a reflection of another source, at best something like a paper moon.

And when the film is run and through. Well that's when the darkness must win.
There's only so much life that could be recreated, and whatever the stage actors achieved in those moments of glory just cannot be retained. Eventually, darkness will have its due.

Uhh hu hu Uhh hu hu Uhh hu hu
Repetition of sounds, possibly to emphasize the haunting, melancholic tone of the song or to indicate a continuing reality and haunting misery.