Our Swords
Band of Horses Lyrics


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Out on the wall, sounds of banging is constant, coming from your head
And desperate, the calls came and ringing from those wanna wring your neck
Wring your neck

Open your mouth, sounds of breathing found it spilling from your face
Best to be dim to the humble of traffic stepping on your name

Count on us all, follow our own swords tonight

And chilling walk home down the portions roads they're leading straight to your place
And look like the tin can with swallows the kitchen plugging up your space

Count on us all, stepping on our own toes tonight




Count on us all, stepping on our own toes
Count on us all, follow our own swords tonight

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Band of Horses's song "Our Swords" use vivid imagery and metaphorical language to paint a picture of intense inner turmoil and the feeling of being surrounded by those who wish to do harm. The first verse describes the constant, pounding noise inside the singer's head, as well as the ominous calls of those who want to harm him or her. The second verse uses the metaphor of breathing to describe how the singer's anxiety and distress spills out into the world, leaving them vulnerable to the indifference and malice of others.


The chorus, with its repeated phrase "count on us all," hints at the possibility of finding support and solidarity among others who are also struggling. However, this hope is tempered by the final line, which urges the listener to "follow our own swords tonight." It's not entirely clear what this means, but it could suggest a call to action, a need to fight back against one's oppressors and claim one's own power.


Overall, "Our Swords" is a song that speaks to the difficulty of navigating a world that can feel hostile and overwhelming, and the importance of finding allies and asserting oneself in the face of adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

Out on the wall, sounds of banging is constant, coming from your head
You're hearing relentless noise inside your mind that sounds like banging on a brick wall.


And desperate, the calls came and ringing from those wanna wring your neck
You're getting desperate calls from people who want to harm or punish you severely.


Wring your neck
They want to hurt or kill you.


Open your mouth, sounds of breathing found it spilling from your face
You're breathing heavily and it's audible and visible to others around you.


Best to be dim to the humble of traffic stepping on your name
It's better to stay quiet and anonymous, not attracting attention or causing trouble.


Count on us all, follow our own swords tonight
You can trust us all to be loyal to ourselves and do what we think is right tonight.


And chilling walk home down the portions roads they're leading straight to your place
You're taking a scary walk home on the dark and empty roads that directly lead to your home.


And look like the tin can with swallows the kitchen plugging up your space
Your living space is cramped and cluttered, like a tin can filled with too much stuff.


Count on us all, stepping on our own toes tonight
We'll all make mistakes tonight, but we'll be true to ourselves and our beliefs.


Count on us all, stepping on our own toes
We'll all be imperfect and make mistakes, but we won't back down from our convictions.


Count on us all, follow our own swords tonight
We'll stick by our own values and principles tonight, and not let others dictate our actions or beliefs.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: BENJAMIN BRIDWELL, CHRISTOPHER EARLY, TIMOTHY MEINIG

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