Italo
Anathallo Lyrics


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When you get up
When you wake up, oh
Put your hands up
Pick yourself up, oh

And you pull yourself up underneath the dugout cubby enclave of the sidewalk overhang,
cement buckled upward and the rain came dripping through the crack.
We hear the voice of Italo sing of a holy fire.

When he stomped, the dirt fell on our eyes.
Hell, he stomped.

It was a mystery to me when you crawled out from underneath the sidewalk overhang,
cement buckled upward and the rain came dripping through the crack.
We heard the voice of Italo sing.

In the second zone of the city
a baby born in the nightclub mold
where goons dry heave the factory glue
all crust-lipped and bloody nosed.

Fire took the roof off,
hollowing the carcass (licked it like a bone).





Sway and moan to songs of some pitchless praise, stoned.

Overall Meaning

The song "Italo" by Anathallo begins with an upbeat and inspiring message to "pick yourself up" and start the day with positivity. The imagery of pulling oneself up underneath a dugout cubby enclave of a sidewalk overhang with rain dripping through the crack creates a sense of determination and resilience. The mention of Italo and his singing about a "holy fire" is a mysterious element to the song, possibly symbolizing the power of passion and inspiration to push through adversity.


The verses delve into the darker side of the city, with references to a "nightclub mold" and "goons" huffing factory glue. The fire that "took the roof off" and "hollowed the carcass" hints at destruction and chaos. But even within this environment, there are still people swaying and moaning to "songs of some pitchless praise" - finding beauty and hope in unlikely places.


Overall, "Italo" is a complex and layered song that explores both the bright and dark sides of life, and the power of music to inspire and uplift.


Line by Line Meaning

When you get up
When you wake up, oh


When you wake up, oh
Put your hands up


Put your hands up
Pick yourself up, oh


Pick yourself up, oh
And you pull yourself up underneath the dugout cubby enclave of the sidewalk overhang, cement buckled upward and the rain came dripping through the crack. We hear the voice of Italo sing of a holy fire.


When he stomped, the dirt fell on our eyes.
Hell, he stomped.


It was a mystery to me when you crawled out from underneath the sidewalk overhang, cement buckled upward and the rain came dripping through the crack. We heard the voice of Italo sing.


In the second zone of the city
A rough part of town


a baby born in the nightclub mold
A child born into a difficult environment


where goons dry heave the factory glue
Where people use drugs


all crust-lipped and bloody nosed.
And appear worn down by their surroundings


Fire took the roof off,
A fire destroyed everything


hollowing the carcass (licked it like a bone).
Leaving behind only the remains


Sway and moan to songs of some pitchless praise, stoned.
Dance and sing to meaningless music, while under the influence of drugs.




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