100
BR Stylers Lyrics
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Of clueless blues,
Pays the views,
And no-mans news.
Blades will fade from blood to sport,
The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Smokers rode a colonial pig, [Smoke is rolling colonial pink,]
Drink and frame this pain i think.
You bleed your wings and then disappear.
The moving scenes and pilot lights, [...pyre lights]
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
And battle lines are drawn across this town.
Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames, [Talk me down...]
And nothing's changed.
Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like 1968 again.
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Well pretty flames.
In school I would just bite my tongue,
And now your words they strike me down. [But now your words have struck me dumb.]
The flags are false and they contradict,
They point and click which wounds to lick,
On avenues this christian breeze,
Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
It frays this skin and then underscore.
The case for war you spin and bleed,
The sales you feel screensavers feed,
The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The moving scenes and suburbanites,
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
The battle lines are drawn across this town.
English boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Hearts and minds and US Planes,
Nothing's changed...
And english boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like the 1980's again,
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
More pretty flames.
The lyrics of BR Stylers' "100" portray a society consumed by materialism, addiction, and war. The song begins with a description of a person wearing "city shoes" and experiencing "clueless blues." This image of someone feeling lost in a city setting sets the tone for the rest of the song, which is filled with references to drug addiction ("heroin's cut these fuses short," "smokers rode a colonial pig"), violence ("blades will fade from blood to sport"), and the media's obsession with sensational news stories ("pays the views" and "no-mans news"). The chorus highlights the similarity between past and present political unrest, specifically referencing the Parisian riots of 1968 and the English riots of the 1980s. Ultimately, the lyrics suggest that society has not progressed, with "nothing's changed" becoming a refrain throughout the song.
The second verse references the falseness of politics ("the flags are false") and the media's tendency to create stories that are more about clicks and views than actual events ("they point and click which wounds to lick"). The song continues to characterize modern society as soulless, with references to addiction to technology ("the sales you feel screensavers feed"), and the commodification of women ("the girls you breed, the soaps that you write"). The chorus once again highlights the similarities between past and present political unrest.
The lyrics of "100" are a commentary on modern society, painting a bleak picture that suggests that we have not progressed since the political unrest of the 1960s and 1980s. The song suggests that modern society is consumed by greed, addiction, and war, and that true progress requires a radical transformation in the way that we live our lives.
Line by Line Meaning
In city shoes,
Walking in urban areas,
Of clueless blues,
Feeling lost and confused,
Pays the views,
Witnessing the sights and sounds of the city,
And no-mans news.
Uninformed by mainstream media or society's standards,
Blades will fade from blood to sport,
Violent behavior becoming a form of entertainment,
The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Drug abuse leading to destructive behavior,
Smokers rode a colonial pig,
Those who smoke are blindly following societal norms,
Drink and frame this pain i think.
Using alcohol to cope with emotional pain,
I'm melting silver poles my dear,
Feeling physically or emotionally overwhelmed,
You bleed your wings and then disappear.
A metaphor for someone experiencing pain and struggles,
The moving scenes and pilot lights,
The fast-paced, vibrant energy of the city,
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
Fragmented pieces of experiences leading to one's success,
Modern times come talk me down,
Feeling overwhelmed by the challenges of contemporary society,
And battle lines are drawn across this town.
Tensions and divisions are palpable in the city,
Parisian boys without your names,
Unidentified individuals from marginalized communities,
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Poverty and oppression leading to aggression and rebellion,
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames,
Calm the situation down because it is getting out of control,
And nothing's changed.
Despite the changes and progress in society, marginalization and oppression still exist,
Riot like 1968 again.
Drawing parallels to the May 1968 riots in France,
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Despite attempts at change, nothing has fundamentally shifted,
Well pretty flames.
The flames of a revolution, while visually appealing, are still dangerous and violent,
In school I would just bite my tongue,
Staying silent and repressing oneself in the face of adversity,
And now your words they strike me down.
Being hurt by the words of others and their opinions,
The flags are false and they contradict,
National symbols and patriotism are not always accurate or representative,
They point and click which wounds to lick,
Media outlets selectively focus on certain issues to exploit and garner attention,
On avenues this christian breeze,
The influence of religion and religious institutions in society,
Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Societal pressure and addiction to drugs to cope,
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
Humans can become addicted to the things that numb their pain or bring them momentary pleasure,
It frays this skin and then underscore.
Excessive drug use leading to physical and emotional consequences,
The case for war you spin and bleed,
The propaganda and media manipulation that occurs during times of war,
The sales you feel screensavers feed,
Capitalism and consumerism are constantly pushing people to buy things,
The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
The depictions of women in media are often harmful and objectifying,
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The negative and destructive aspects of society are often glamorized and normalized,
The moving scenes and suburbanites,
Contrasting the fast-paced urban lifestyle with a more mundane, suburban existence,
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
Fragments of experiences and hardships contributing to one's eventual success,
Modern times come talk me down,
Feeling overwhelmed by the difficulties of contemporary society,
The battle lines are drawn across this town.
Tensions and conflicts are present throughout the city,
English boys without your names,
Unidentified individuals from marginalized British communities,
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Poverty and oppression leading to rebellion and violence,
Hearts and minds and US Planes,
The emotional and psychological effects of war and violence,
Nothing's changed...
Despite attempts at progress, the same societal issues still persist,
And english boys without your names,
Unidentified individuals from marginalized British communities,
Riot like the 1980's again,
Drawing comparisons to the violent riots that occurred during this time period,
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Despite attempts at change, the same issues still plague society,
More pretty flames.
Violent uprisings, while visually appealing, are still dangerous and detrimental to progress.
Contributed by Levi C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
PANTELIJA ISNOTDE
perfect voice..
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DJ Cioppi
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