Williamsburg
Armor for Sleep Lyrics


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Hold your own jacket please
I'm not in the mood
Millions of trains, under the ground
This city was the blueprint for hell

Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg

Bored again, watching the rats
Eat all your food
At least you'll be used to
The place you'll be soon
This city was the blueprint for hell

Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg


Do you know how obvious you are?
You were born in New Hampshire but you say you're from the O.C.
Brooklyn's a death bed, for clones of the same kid
Stuck in a party that was lame to begin with

At least you'll be used to
The place you'll be
This city was the blueprint for hell

Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now




You will all die in Williamsburg
You will all die

Overall Meaning

Williamsburg by Armor for Sleep seems to be a scathing critique of modern urban culture, particularly of the hipster scene in Williamsburg, New York. The lyrics describe a protagonist who is disillusioned with the city and its inhabitants, and sees it as a place of decay and death. The first verse sets the tone with a sense of weariness and disgust: "Hold your own jacket please, I'm not in the mood. Millions of trains, under the ground. This city was the blueprint for hell." The imagery of trains buried under the city's infrastructure suggests a kind of claustrophobia or entrapment, while the idea of a "blueprint for hell" implies that the city is in some sense a product of human sinfulness and corruption.


The second verse paints a picture of a party scene where the singer is bored and disengaged. Despite the apparent fun and excitement around them, they seem to see through the surface level and sense something sinister beneath: "Passed out, sleeping at your party. Dream of leaving in the morning. You will all die in Williamsburg. Too hip to even clean your nose out. Your grave is pulling at your pants now." The melancholic tone and the sense of dread increase as the song progresses, until the final lines deliver the stark warning that "You will all die in Williamsburg," leaving the listener with a sense of finality and inevitability.


Overall, Williamsburg is a song that captures the disillusionment and frustration that many people feel towards urban life in the 21st century. It portrays a sense of alienation and despair that is both personal and universal, and it does so with a keen sense of imagery and emotion.


Line by Line Meaning

Hold your own jacket please
Don't try and rely on anyone else to hold and care for your possessions or even yourself.


I'm not in the mood
I am not feeling up for this right now.


Millions of trains, under the ground
There are countless trains that operate underground in this city.


This city was the blueprint for hell
This city was designed to resemble or symbolize the concept of hell.


Passed out, sleeping at your party
Being completely unconscious, while at a gathering hosted by someone else.


Dream of leaving in the morning
Wishing to get out of there and leave early in the morning when the opportunity arises.


You will all die in Williamsburg
The place you are in right now will be the last place you will breathe your final breaths.


Too hip to even clean your nose out
Thinking you are too cool to take care of basic hygiene practices like blowing your nose.


Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You are so close to death that the grave itself seems to be pulling at your clothing.


Bored again, watching the rats
Feeling tired and dissatisfied with your current situation, while observing vermin roaming around nearby.


Eat all your food
Eat up and devour everything in sight, leaving nothing behind.


Brooklyn's a death bed, for clones of the same kid
This area of Brooklyn is the place where all the similar-minded, unoriginal people come to die or at least become very unoriginal.


Stuck in a party that was lame to begin with
Being stuck at an event that was dull and tiresome right from the start.


Do you know how obvious you are?
Are you aware of how apparent and clear your true intentions and nature are?


You were born in New Hampshire but you say you're from the O.C.
You were born in New Hampshire but claim to be from the O.C., in an attempt to seem cooler or more interesting.


At least you'll be used to
At the very least, you will be accustomed to and prepared for.


The place you'll be
The location in which you will find yourself.


You will all die in Williamsburg
The place in which you currently are will serve as the final resting place for your deceased body.


You will all die
All of you will inevitably perish or succumb to death.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@JM-bj4eg

Hold your own jacket please
I'm not in the mood
Millions of trains under the ground
This city was the blueprint for hell
Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg
Bored again
Watching the rats
Eat all your food
At least you'll be used to
The place you'll be soon
This city was the blueprint for hell
Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg
Do you know how obvious you are?
You were born in New Hampshire but you say you're from the O.C.
Brooklyn's a death bed
For clones of the same kid
Stuck in the party
That was lame to begin with
At least you'll be used to
The place you'll be soon
This city was the blueprint for hell
Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg
You will all die 🖤
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All comments from YouTube:

@weeabootytamagucci1242

this band shoulda got more recognition.

@jeremyengwer6962

Wayyyyy more

@aspirinegames8880

Maybe this year 0-0

@twitchisastar

They're bacccckkkkkk now 😍😍😍

@thejtproject

Just saw them on Halloween night and they killed it! Stole the show for sure. They also played this song !

@Amellowfellow

I remember the dreams, the youth, life was simpler, problems weren't so fucked up, there was hope. Things have really changed and I miss the things I never had but I was longing while I wasn't fully aware of the fugacity of what's now gone.It hurts, it really does. To all of you people who feel the same way, remember these days are the days we'll miss in 15 years if everything goes minimally well. Enjoy your life NOW. We are lucky for having lived those days.

@MoisesZTech

Man I feel the same - I miss 2008. Being a 15-18 year old back then was the best time

@BrookeaCookea

​@mysticstrider what is radioactive aging?

@karakavanagh5502

This song and video are such an accurate description of the 2000s to the point of hysterical. Gods, I still love Armor For Sleep after all these years.

@TheMegazordprime

this song was ahead of its time

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