Touching down in the spaces
Soaking from a war… Read Full Bio ↴Oceans shape the sides
Touching down in the spaces
Soaking from a warm goodbye
An early rise offers kindly
Tonight I sleep to dream
Of a place that's calling me
It is always just a dream
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
The crowd's hard to believe
At their faces I'm looking
But your feet I'm following
In soft steps on a path the way you lead
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
You're flying when your foreign eyes
Trace the heights of the city
Steaming
With rocks and clouds we breathe
Violent skies
A shock to my own body
Speech is wild
Alive sacred and sounding
Wild
From across and beyond, oh far beyond
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
I don't want to lose myself
Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that's calling me
It's a whisper
It is always just a dream
It's a funny thing
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body
It's a pity
Alive sacred and sounding
To appear this way
From across and beyond, oh far beyond
A Violent Yet Flammable World
Au Revoir Simone Lyrics
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Touching down in the spaces
Soaking from a warm goodbye
An early rise offers kindly
Tonight I sleep to dream
Of a place that's calling me
It is always just a dream
The crowd's hard to believe
At their faces I'm looking
But your feet I'm following
In soft steps on a path the way you lead
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
You're flying when your foreign eyes
Trace the heights of the city
Steaming
With rocks and clouds we breathe
Violent skies
A shock to my own body
Speech is wild
Alive sacred and sounding
Wild
From across and beyond, oh far beyond
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
I don't want to lose myself
Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that's calling me
It's a whisper
It is always just a dream
It's a funny thing
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body
It's a pity
Alive sacred and sounding
To appear this way
From across and beyond, oh far beyond
The lyrics of "A Violent Yet Flammable World" by Au Revoir Simone evoke the feelings of longing for a place that seems almost impossible to reach. The opening lines, "Oceans shape the sides, touching down in the spaces, soaking from a warm goodbye, an early rise offers kindly," create a sense of separation and distance. The singer is surrounded by water, and from this vantage point, she reflects on a place that is calling to her.
The second verse suggests that the place she is dreaming about may be a physical place or a person. The singer is following someone's footsteps, but it's not clear who or where they are going. She's drawn to the crowd, but she's really searching for the person she's following. The lyrics "I don't want to lose myself, it's a funny thing, we fold like icicles on paper shelves, it's a pity to appear this way" convey the sense that she's questioning her own sense of self amidst the chaos of the crowd.
The chorus is repeated several times, emphasizing the singer's desire to hold on to this dream of a place that's calling her, even if she knows it may never become a reality. The song's title, "A Violent Yet Flammable World," emphasizes the fragility of our surroundings and our own emotions. In essence, the song is about finding moments of beauty in a world that's often harsh and unforgiving.
Line by Line Meaning
Oceans shape the sides
The surroundings are formed by the oceans
Touching down in the spaces
Landing in areas between oceans that shape the earth
Soaking from a warm goodbye
Feeling melancholic from parting with someone close
An early rise offers kindly
Starting the day early provides peace of mind
Tonight I sleep to dream
Going to bed in hopes of dreaming
Of a place that's calling me
Imagining a location that attracts me
It is always just a dream
Knowing that the dream is an unreachable goal
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
Remembering experiences that cannot be replicated
The crowd's hard to believe
Finding it difficult to comprehend the behavior of a group of people
At their faces I'm looking
Observing their expressions
But your feet I'm following
Choosing to follow a specific person
In soft steps on a path the way you lead
Quietly walking behind the leader's direction
I don't want to lose myself
Avoiding losing one's true identity
It's a whisper
The feeling is subtle and hard to explain
It's a funny thing
The irony of the emotion is not lost
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
Disintegrating like icicles resting on a precarious surface
It's a pity to appear this way
Feeling regretful about the degraded appearance
You're flying when your foreign eyes
New experiences can make you feel like you're flying
Trace the heights of the city
Exploring the metropolis from new angles
Steaming
The environment is active with steam
With rocks and clouds we breathe
Inhaling the earth and the sky
Violent skies
The sky is powerful and active
A shock to my own body
Feeling overwhelmed by the surrounding atmosphere
Speech is wild
Communication is untamed and uncontrolled
Alive sacred and sounding
Vibrant and profound sensations are present
Wild
Unpredictable experiences are happening
From across and beyond, oh far beyond
From distant locations, far, far away
Hold, hold, hold on
Trying to hold steady
I swear I saw it somewhere
Unsure where the thing was previously seen
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
Moving gently above the water after ripples have subsided
Contributed by Kylie V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Isis Soares
Oceans shape the sides
Touching down in the spaces
Soaking from a warm goodbye
An early rise offers kindly
Tonight I sleep to dream
Of a place that's calling me
It is always just a dream
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
The crowd's hard to believe
At their faces I'm looking
But your feet I'm following
In soft steps on a path the way you lead
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
You're flying when your foreign eyes
Trace the heights of the city
Steaming
With rocks and clouds we breathe
Violent skies
A shock to my own body
Speech is wild
Alive sacred and sounding
Wild
From across and beyond, oh far beyond
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
I don't want to lose myself
Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that's calling me
It's a whisper
It is always just a dream
It's a funny thing
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body
It's a pity
Alive sacred and sounding
To appear this way
From across and beyond, oh far beyond
Adriana Lucía Oviedo
Oceans shape the sides
Touching down in the spaces
Soaking from a warm goodbye
An early rise offers kindly
Tonight I sleep to dream
Of a place that's calling me
It is always just a dream
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
The crowd's hard to believe
At their faces I'm looking
But your feet I'm following
In soft steps on a path the way you lead
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
You're flying when your foreign eyes
Trace the heights of the city
Steaming
With rocks and clouds we breathe
Violent skies
A shock to my own body
Speech is wild
Alive sacred and sounding
Wild
From across and beyond, oh far beyond
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
I don't want to lose myself
Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that's calling me
It's a whisper
It is always just a dream
It's a funny thing
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body
It's a pity
Alive sacred and sounding
To appear this way
From across and beyond, oh far beyond
kinghadbar
Whoever is doing the booking for the Bang Bang Bar is really killing it.
Robert Hirschi
That's the understatement of the year.
Lunkhead McGrath
Well I'm sure that all these postmodern female dream pop acts had plenty of OTHER backwoods lumber town small bars to hit right after this!!
Richard Metza II
yeah, his name is David fucking Lynch.
GrandmasterofWin
@Rabih Bourji yeah honestly reading that comment ruined the show for me since it was all I could see. Then it turned out to be a red herring, far from the best explanation of the show.
PaniacThrilla
Town has a population of 4,000 people. Books amazing artists every week.
Isis Soares
Oceans shape the sides
Touching down in the spaces
Soaking from a warm goodbye
An early rise offers kindly
Tonight I sleep to dream
Of a place that's calling me
It is always just a dream
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
The crowd's hard to believe
At their faces I'm looking
But your feet I'm following
In soft steps on a path the way you lead
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
You're flying when your foreign eyes
Trace the heights of the city
Steaming
With rocks and clouds we breathe
Violent skies
A shock to my own body
Speech is wild
Alive sacred and sounding
Wild
From across and beyond, oh far beyond
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
I don't want to lose myself
Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that's calling me
It's a whisper
It is always just a dream
It's a funny thing
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body
It's a pity
Alive sacred and sounding
To appear this way
From across and beyond, oh far beyond
Vika Prots
Thanks for a text
razaalak
I want to go back to May of 2017 and watch it again during the summer. I think I was happy back then.
dj80
The first 8 months of 2017 were the last normal months of my life. It’s been turmoil since