Filthy Luck
Beach Slang Lyrics


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I'm a slave to always fucking up
It's not okay, but maybe it's enough
Kids like us are weird, and more, we're brave
We tie our tongues and turn them into rage
And the night's still young
And we're dumb enough to fall
Carve your name soft across my lungs
I want to breathe you until I'm numb
We're not loved, well, hardly, anyway,
with filthy luck in such a filthy haze
But the night's still young
And we're dumb enough to fall
Turn the amps up to nine
I don't want it too loud
I gave you taste and a spine
now I hope you drown




Is there a lie in the lights or the shine of this town?
This guitar wants to die.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Beach Slang's song Filthy Luck poetically capture the vulnerability and angst of being young and feeling like an outsider. The opening lines, "I'm a slave to always fucking up, It's not okay, but maybe it's enough" express the feeling of being trapped in a cycle of making mistakes and feeling like it's impossible to escape it. However, there is a glimmer of hope in the idea that being weird and brave can turn our frustrations into power, "Kids like us are weird, and more, we're brave, We tie our tongues and turn them into rage."


The chorus, "And the night's still young, And we're dumb enough to fall," reflects the recklessness and impulsivity of young adulthood, where the night is full of endless possibilities and anything can happen. The desire to be consumed by someone, to the point of losing oneself, is expressed in the lines, "Carve your name soft across my lungs, I want to breathe you until I'm numb." The feeling of not being loved, or at least not feeling fully loved, is also conveyed with the phrase "with filthy luck in such a filthy haze," suggesting that the characters in the song are living in a less-than-ideal situation.


The bridge, "Turn the amps up to nine, I don't want it too loud, I gave you taste and a spine, now I hope you drown," represents both a literal and metaphorical sense of drowning, possibly in music or in a relationship. The instruments are turned up, but not too loud, perhaps symbolizing the idea of wanting to feel things intensely, but not wanting to be overwhelmed by them. The final line of the song, "This guitar wants to die," is a fitting end to the poem-like lyrics, suggesting that the intense emotions in the song could not be contained, and that they just had to be released.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm a slave to always fucking up
I am shackled to incessantly messing things up


It's not okay, but maybe it's enough
It's not alright, but it might suffice


Kids like us are weird, and more, we're brave
We are peculiar adolescents, and predominantly, we are fearless


We tie our tongues and turn them into rage
We constrain our speech and transform it into fury


And the night's still young
Evening hours have just begun


And we're dumb enough to fall
We exhibit enough foolishness to succumb


Carve your name soft across my lungs
Etch your name tenderly on my vital breathing organs


I want to breathe you until I'm numb
I yearn to inhale you until I lose sensation


We're not loved, well, hardly, anyway, with filthy luck in such a filthy haze
We barely receive any affection. In fact, with unclean luck in such an impure blur


Turn the amps up to nine
Maximize the amplifiers to level nine


I don't want it too loud
I do not desire overly loud music


I gave you taste and a spine now I hope you drown
I granted you sense and courage but now long for your oblivion


Is there a lie in the lights or the shine of this town?
Are the illumination or the brilliance of this place a falsehood?


This guitar wants to die.
This instrument desires demise




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