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Angel And The Love Mongers Lyrics


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There's a wind that contains the night
A fellow shadow wanders free
It runs across a sandy floor
With crooked jags and even seams

The moon's risen high above
The clouds can make them heavenly
A drought was kicked out of the class by
Frozen rings and dirty streams

I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home

The neighbours drink and toast the pain
To fill up holes they may have made
A child plays a silly game
With toys that he's imagining

The world is a deadly place
That swallows us with crass and ease
The only thing left from your name is
A tragic love of poetry

I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home

I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home

Someday you'll come back
You'll come back
You'll come wake us

Someday you'll come back
You'll come back
You'll come wake us

Someday you'll come back
You'll come back
You'll come wake us

Someday you'll come back




You'll come back
You'll come wake us

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Angel And The Love Mongers' song "Home" evoke a sense of longing and nostalgia while also touching on themes of isolation and the transient nature of life. The first stanza sets the atmospheric tone, describing a wind that carries the night and a shadow that roams freely. The imagery of a sandy floor with crooked jags and even seams creates a contrast between the chaotic and ordered elements of life.


The second stanza mentions the moon rising above the clouds, symbolizing a sense of otherworldliness and ethereal beauty. The drought being "kicked out of the class" refers to the idea of a barren and desolate existence being expelled, replaced by frozen rings and dirty streams. This juxtaposition speaks to the idea of finding hope and rejuvenation in unexpected places.


The third stanza explores the lives of the neighbors, who drown their pain with drinks and toasts, attempting to fill the voids they may have created. The mention of a child playing a silly game with imaginary toys represents the innocence and imaginative escapism that can exist in a world plagued by darkness.


The fourth and final stanza reflects on the harsh realities of life, where the world is perceived as a deadly place that engulfs us without mercy. The line "The only thing left from your name is a tragic love of poetry" suggests that even in the face of despair, there can be a lingering beauty and a deep emotional connection to art.


Overall, "Home" portrays a yearning for a place of comfort and belonging, while also highlighting the bittersweet nature of existence and the solace that can be found in creativity.


Line by Line Meaning

There's a wind that contains the night
A mysterious and elusive force surrounds us in the darkness


A fellow shadow wanders free
Someone else is wandering aimlessly and without restraint


It runs across a sandy floor
This force moves swiftly and smoothly like sand


With crooked jags and even seams
Its path is irregular and unpredictable, yet strangely balanced


The moon's risen high above
The moon has ascended to a heavenly position in the sky


The clouds can make them heavenly
The clouds enhance the moon's beauty and create a celestial atmosphere


A drought was kicked out of the class by
A dry spell was forcefully replaced or expelled by


Frozen rings and dirty streams
Frozen circles and polluted rivers


I'm home
I have reached a place of comfort and belonging


The neighbours drink and toast the pain
Those around me indulge in alcohol and celebrate their own suffering


To fill up holes they may have made
In an attempt to fill the voids they themselves created


A child plays a silly game
An innocent child engages in a playful yet foolish activity


With toys that he's imagining
Using imaginary toys that exist only in his mind


The world is a deadly place
The world is filled with dangers and threats


That swallows us with crass and ease
These dangers consume us with crude and effortless efficiency


The only thing left from your name is
All that remains of your identity is


A tragic love of poetry
An intense and sorrowful passion for poetic expression


Someday you'll come back
One day you will return to us


You'll come back
You will return


You'll come wake us
You will awaken and resurrect us




Lyrics Β© Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: THOMAS DELONGE

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Great song!!! I love it! *****

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