My Firstborn For A Song
Bell X1 Lyrics


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Somewhere in this sea of Club Milks
Tea and ashtrays
There is a song
I'm in the crow's nest with binoculars
Just waiting for one to come along
I've seen the flare so I know it's there
It has me tied up at a rate of knots
No navigation, global position
Just me and this midnight oil

So take me to your king
I hear he's the man to see
And I will cross his palm

My first born for a song

Somewhere in this froth
And howling wind
There's something worth singing
Climb into the attic to write me a classic
But it's not happening
It's just Christmas up here
Between the phone calls
And text messages
The air must be thick with words
But not between us
Shoulder to grindstone
Switching to manual
Keep the head down
And I'll see you at the end

So take me to your king
I hear he's the man to see
And I will cross his palm





My first born for a song

Overall Meaning

The first verse of Bell X1's "My First Born For A Song" finds the singer seeking inspiration for a new song. We find him amidst a clutter of tea, ashtrays and Club Milk wrappers, scanning the horizon for his next hit. He sees the vague outline of something promising in the distance, like a flare in the night sky, but still he waits for it to take shape. The image of being "tied up at a rate of knots" suggests a sense of anxiety or urgency; he's desperate to create something new, but unsure of how to get there. In this regard, the sea becomes a metaphor for the creative process - vast, unpredictable and often unforgiving.


The second verse finds the singer in his attic, the place where he goes to write his songs. But it's not going well; he finds himself caught up in the distractions of the season - the phone calls, text messages and general air of festive busyness. The sense of frustration is palpable - "something worth singing" is eluding him, and he's running out of time. The image of "switching to manual" suggests a sense of determination to push through this creative block, to keep his nose to the grindstone until he finds what he's looking for. The final lines are a potent metaphor for the price that great artists pay for their work - in this case, the ultimate sacrifice of a parent for their creation.


Line by Line Meaning

Somewhere in this sea of Club Milks Tea and ashtrays There is a song
In the midst of all these mundane things like tea and ashtrays and Club Milks, there's a brilliant song waiting to be discovered.


I'm in the crow's nest with binoculars Just waiting for one to come along
Like a sailor on a ship in a crow's nest, I'm searching for the perfect song with my binoculars, patiently waiting for it to appear.


I've seen the flare so I know it's there It has me tied up at a rate of knots No navigation, global position Just me and this midnight oil
I've caught a glimpse of the song like a flare in the night sky, and now it's driving me crazy. I'm completely consumed by it, with no sense of direction or time as I work on it through the night.


So take me to your king I hear he's the man to see And I will cross his palm My first born for a song
If there's anyone who can help me discover this elusive song, I'm willing to pay any price. I'd even sacrifice my firstborn child for the chance to hear it.


Somewhere in this froth And howling wind There's something worth singing
Even though it feels chaotic and stormy, there's still something beautiful and worth singing about in the midst of it all.


Climb into the attic to write me a classic But it's not happening It's just Christmas up here
I've retreated to the attic to find inspiration for a classic song, but it's not coming to me. Instead, it feels like an empty, meaningless holiday.


Between the phone calls And text messages The air must be thick with words But not between us
In a world where everyone is constantly connected through phone calls and text messages, it seems like there should be plenty of words to inspire a great song. But between us, there's nothing.


Shoulder to grindstone Switching to manual Keep the head down And I'll see you at the end
I'm committed to working hard and putting in the effort to create a great song. I'll keep my head down and work with perseverance until the end, when it's finally done.




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Written by: BRIAN PATRICK CROSBY, DAVE BRIAN GERAGHTY, DOMINIC MICHAEL PHILLIPS, PAUL ANTHONY NOONAN

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