Archive was formed by Londoners Darius Keeler and Danny Griffiths in 1994 and began as an electronica project. At the beginning, they mixed Bristol-style, Massive Attack, Portishead with Rap. The first album of the band, Londinium released in 1996 (with Roya Arab and Rosko John as guest vocalists). The second album, Take my Head, (which the band hates) was released in 1999 (with a new guest vocalist Suzanne Wooder), it is much more melodic than Londinium. The first song of the album, You Make Me Feel, illustrates this change in the Archive's music. After being dropped by their label and more changes in the lineup, the band seemed to hit its stride on the third album You All Look The Same To Me (2002), featuring singer Craig Walker (formerly of Power of Dreams), which took a decided turn toward more progressive music (with some Progressive Rock influences, notably Pink Floyd whose indelible influence is audible on tracks such as 'Finding it so Hard' and 'Again'), while still maintaining electronic elements. The band saw growing popularity and critical acclaim, especially in France, Greece, Germany and Poland. After recording two more artistically—but not too commercially—successful albums, Michel Vaillant (2003) and Noise (2004), Walker left the band for reasons the band and he will not talk about. The project continued on as a Collective, with new vocalists, Pollard Berrier and Dave Pen. In May 2006 they released the album Lights with Pollard Berrier on lead vocals, who is also a member/guest member of the innovative group, "Bauchklang" - a completely vocal beat-box (Vocal Groove) group based in Vienna, Austria. Archive released a live album, entitled,Live at Paris Zenith, in May, 2007 - which was recorded on January 20th, 2007 at the sold out Zentih Arena in Paris. Rolling Stone called it, "The best live album ever made." Archive continues to tour and is working on a number of forthcoming releases in the near future.
Archive are a Collective, not a band.
Nothing Else
Archive Lyrics
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Wanders in darkness, on grimy ground.
In a forest, unclean, unsound.
Everything, everything's gone wild.
Make land for the cows to graze,
leaflets scatter around to advertise.
Sellout
to catch a passing dime.
Donations to the rich,
widened opavements for the poor,
somewhere else to lie.
But my friend the carriage door
stands slightly ajar,
and I know clipped wings make uneasy flight,
but we've gotta reach!
A place where the feast never ends,
when the music celebrates.
In a time when darkness belongs
to night's skies and
nothing else.
Tomorrow my spirit's seen,
fears today my mind,
soul aches to deep,
always craves my body to reach
A place where the feast never ends
a moment when the music celebrates
and a time where darkness belongs to night's skies and
nothing else!
In "Nothing Else," Archive paints a vivid image of a world in disarray. The lyrics suggest that the singer's angel, a symbol of hope and positivity, has had its wings clipped and now wanders in darkness on unclean ground. The forest, once a sanctuary for the singer's angel, has gone wild, indicating that chaos reigns. The singer then describes a society that is fundamentally corrupt, where even basic needs like land for grazing cows are commercialized and advertised. The swamp metaphorically illustrates a culture that is stagnant and unable to thrive, where the poor are given wider pavements to lie on and the rich get donations. However, the singer remains optimistic and tells their friend that the carriage door is slightly ajar, suggesting that there is still hope for change.
Line by Line Meaning
My Angel! Clipped wings, I know.
My beloved friend is struggling, I'm aware that they are held back from their full potential.
Wanders in darkness, on grimy ground.
They are lost and uncertain, stuck in a difficult and unclean situation.
In a forest, unclean, unsound.
Their surroundings are polluted and not conducive to growth or healing.
Everything, everything's gone wild.
The world around us seems chaotic and out of control.
Make land for the cows to graze,
Our society is focused on profit and consumption, even at the expense of nature.
leaflets scatter around to advertise.
We are bombarded with advertisements and propaganda, pushing us to buy and conform.
Sellout
We have all been sold a false image of success and happiness, and we have bought into it.
A swamp, in it hands streched out
The world can be a dangerous and oppressive place, with predators waiting to take advantage of the vulnerable.
to catch a passing dime.
They will take advantage of anyone, even if it means exploiting their poverty.
Donations to the rich,
Our society is structured to benefit those who already have the most wealth and power.
widened opavements for the poor,
We give just enough to those in need to keep them alive, but not enough to truly help them thrive.
somewhere else to lie.
We give the illusion of aid, but it is not enough to make a real difference in people's lives.
But my friend the carriage door
I have a glimmer of hope, a possible way out of the darkness for my friend.
stands slightly ajar,
There is a small opening, a chance for freedom and escape.
and I know clipped wings make uneasy flight,
I understand that my friend may struggle and be hesitant, but I believe they can still fly despite their limitations.
but we've gotta reach!
We must work together to break free from oppression and reach for something better.
A place where the feast never ends,
We dream of a world where there is always enough to go around and everyone can thrive.
when the music celebrates.
A world where creativity, joy, and expression are valued and celebrated.
In a time when darkness belongs
We long for a time when negativity and fear do not dominate our lives.
to night's skies and
We hope for a world where even the darkness above us can be beautiful and inspiring.
nothing else!
A world where all that matters is love and connection, where everything else fades away.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DARIUS KEELER, ROYA ARAB
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Hamze Lue
Full Lyrics:
My Angel! Clipped wings, I know.
Wanders in darkness, on grimy ground.
In a forest, unclean, unsound.
Everything, everything's gone wild.
Make land for the cows to graze,
leaflets scatter around to advertise.
Sell out
A swamp, in it hands stretched out
to catch a passing dime.
Donations to the rich,
widened pavements for the poor,
somewhere else to lie.
But my friend the carriage door
stands slightly ajar,
and I know clipped wings make uneasy flight,
but we've gotta reach!
A place where the feast never ends,
when the music celebrates.
In a time when darkness belongs
to night's skies and
nothing else.
Tomorrow my spirit's seen,
fears today my mind,
soul aches to deep,
always craves my body to reach
A place where the feast never ends
a moment when the music celebrates
and a time where darkness belongs to night's skies and
nothing else!
florence bliss
traduction Française:
Mon ange aux ailes raccourcies, je le sais
Erre dans l'obscurité, sur ce sol crasseux
Dans une forêt sale et malsaine
Tout tout est revenu à l'état sauvage
Faire des terres pour que les vaches puissent paître
Les brochures s'éparpillent pour faire leur publicité
vendre
Dans un marécage, des mains sont allongées
Pour attraper une petite pièce fugace
Les donations aux riches s'étendent
Trottoirs pour les pauvres
Un autre endroit où mentir
Mais mon ami, la porte du wagon
Se tient légèrement entrouverte
Et je sais que des ailes raccourcies ne rendent pas le
voyage facile
Mais nous devons atteindre...
[Refrain]
Un endroit où le banquet ne s'arrête jamais
Un moment où la musique est en fête
Et une époque ou l'obscurité n'appartient
Qu'aux ciels nocturnes et à rien d'autre
A rien d'autre, non
Rien d'autre
Mon esprit a vu l'avenir
Il craint aujourd'hui ma raison
L'âme souffre tellement
Elle donne toujours à mon corps l'envie d'atteindre...
[Refrain]
Игорь Королёв
Мы живём
Под ночными небесами.
Когда небо чисто
- Усеяно всё звёздами:
Жизнь обычно проходит
Под облаками
- Видимость становится всё меньше,
С надвигающимися холодами.
Как-то раз, между
Бытом и праздничными тостами,
Может быть, почувствуете
Пронзительную боль,
Уже не обременяясь
Стандартами и полезными
Ментальными пластами
- Будет лишь оставшаяся соль,
Из-за себя,
Без маски
- Гордыню не лелея,
В непреодолимой связи
С оказавшимися рядом с вами
electricmojo
i'm in love with the band Archive.. music calms my soul
The Lou Kou
awesome, but they are the tiniest bit unmatched in tempo and get out of sync :P
Alex Cuellar
this girl just copies roya arab's voice without the nuance that comes from writing the lyrics and the melody. what exactly is the point of copying a true original?
Cazadorprota
I love this, archive is my favorite band ever
The Finkie
This was always my favourite track from Londinium, and I think this proves how magical it is. Even replacing the beautiful organ with electric guitar, removing all drums and replacing Roya's unmatchable vocal performance, it still sounds absolutely magnificent. Now I'm very curious about the rest of the album, even though this is the only song from Londinium.
Gamefreak924
The rest of the album is atrocious
The Finkie
@Gamefreak924 Well... I wouldn't say ATROCIOUS, but this definitely ended up being the best song on the album :P
Cendrine Catel
In a time when darkness belongs to night skies and nothing else. Dans une ère où les ténèbres n'appartiendront qu'aux cieux nocturnes et à rien d'autre.
Les textes dArchive sont toujours d'une sublime beauté, et leur musique une source d'inspiration intarissable. ♥️ Love you guys.
Alex Cuellar
roya arab wrote the lyrics.
Szczepan Thil
That's nice thought from Archive. That's for sure. Narrative is generaly smart, language is english :)