Face
Bell X1 Lyrics


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How I know
Go bow end send mend bend pretend
Shut your face again
Bleed seed need read breath on my knees
How I choose to breath
Lie cry learn grow slow false start
How I build my wall
Hate wait bait kiss or taste the place
And make weather in my face

How I choose bruise loose win sin bin tease please
Better have her on her knees
Play pray say rock feel kneel dream
How I choose to scream
Shout wake sleep need to touch her deep
Change
Rearrange
Fate wait weight kiss or taste the place
And make weather in my face

I wanna be the only one that you know
Happily your placebo
I wanna be the only one that you know
Cos I adore you
I wanna be the only one that you know
Don't believe your placebo




I wanna be the only one that you know
Cos I adore you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Face" by Bell X1 can be interpreted as a reflection on the fleeting nature of human connection and the difficulty of maintaining it amidst the distractions of everyday life. The song provides vivid imagery to the listener as the singer, possibly in a supermarket "condiment aisle," obsesses over his worries about Israeli basil and new world wine. Meanwhile, the object of his affection symbolized by her Disprin and cigarette crumbs, captures his attention. The singer yearns for a time when he was less preoccupied with posing, a time when he was wrapped in someone's arms.


As the song progresses, the singer realizes the futility of his current interactions, particularly with the object of his affection. The moment he catches her smiling in the light, his fixation dissolves. He recognizes that her smile is a fleeting moment, and so it goes, just like all other human connections. This reflection follows regarding the nature of their interaction and the underlying lack of substance. The song ends on the same somber note - the words on the page continue to swim, and the cycle of searching for meaningful human connections begins again.


Line by Line Meaning

The dog-eared Disprin, in your handbag
You carry around an old and worn-out pack of disprin tablets in your purse.


A gathering of crumbs and, twenty fags
Your purse is also filled with food crumbs, and you have around twenty cigarettes in it.


I'd steal some chewing gum, a few stray coins
I would take some of your chewing gum and a few coins from your purse, which you may have noticed but didn't seem to mind.


And so it goes
This is how things usually happen or continue without any major changes.


Here I am, in the condiment aisle
I am currently in the aisle where condiments are sold in a store.


I'm worried about my basil from Israel and new world wine
I am concerned about the freshness and quality of my basil from Israel and the new world wine that I am planning to buy.


I need to lose these poses, reset my charms
I realize that I need to shed my pretenses and fake personality to regain my natural charisma and charm.


To when I left the factory in your arms
I need to go back to the time when I felt loved and secure in your embrace, without any worries surrounding me.


But the words on the page start to swim
The words from the book or page I'm reading start to blur and become difficult to make sense of.


As light catches your face you're smiling
As light shines on your face, I see that you're smiling, which is a beautiful and captivating sight.


This must be what all the fuss is about
I suddenly understand why so many people talk about and cherish the joy of being in love, based on the emotions that seeing you smile brings out in me.


You're trying to talk to me, all grateful and smiles
You are attempting to talk to me while expressing gratitude and smiling warmly, but I am too distracted by something else to give a meaningful reply.


I'm glued to the TV giving one word replies
I am completely absorbed in watching TV and only responding to your attempts to talk with one-word answers.


It's small and shameful it's a poor show
My actions are insignificant and shameful, and I am not showing any real love or care for you, which is unacceptable.


Beat myself up on the way home and go crying to my girl
I feel guilty about my behavior, and end up berating myself on the way back home, likely leading to tears when I confront my significant other.


Yeah so it goes
This is just how things happen, the usual cycle of events.




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Comments from YouTube:

@lauraellenkelly

cheers fputting up the video, love the song it has been in my song all day :D

@TheNickSweat

Good lord, this is horrible compared to Damien Rice's live versions. I'd kill to get my hands on that "studio" version of his that was on that EmBrace compilation.

@devinrobertson5251

Ew. Damien Rice does it better.

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