Lost Patrol
Big Country Lyrics


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We lay the night in anguish, snakes drawn out by the tide
The compass of decision falls always on one side
But many went before us, and still the cries are clear
There is no beauty here, just the stench of wine and beer

We save no souls
We break no promises
We can do nothing more than move on headlong through the gloom
The thorn between our lips is the missionaries tune
Men with open arms turn their faces half away
Observe as we approach that we have not come to save




We stand as thick as vines, though the fruit is torn away
There is no beauty here, friends, just death and dark decay

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Big Country's song Lost Patrol speak to the idea that there are some situations in life that are simply unavoidable. The first two lines of the verse indicate a feeling of desperation and fear, as if the character is being pursued or hunted by an unknown entity. The mention of a compass falling on one side suggests a lack of balance or hopelessness, as if the character is stuck in a lose-lose situation. However, the third line suggests that others have experienced this same fear and desperation before, yet the cries of those who have gone before have not been forgotten. This line may also suggest a sense of solidarity or community with those who have suffered before, as if the character is not alone in his or her struggle.


The chorus of the song suggests that there is no easy answer or solution to the character's struggle. The lines "We save no souls" and "We break no promises" suggest a sort of moral neutrality or powerlessness. The character seems resigned to his or her fate and unable to influence the outcome of his or her situation. The third line of the chorus, "We can do nothing more than move on headlong through the gloom," speaks to a sense of determination and bravery in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds. The thorn between the character's lips may symbolize a source of pain or discomfort, as if the character is constantly aware of the danger and fear that surrounds him or her. The final lines of the verse speak to the idea that, even in the face of death and decay, there is still a sense of solidarity and connection with others. Though the fruit may be torn away, the "vines" (suggesting the interconnectedness of all life) remain.


Line by Line Meaning

We lay the night in anguish, snakes drawn out by the tide
We spend the night in agony, feeling vulnerable like snakes washed out by the tide


The compass of decision falls always on one side
We always seem to make the same decision, regardless of the situation


But many went before us, and still the cries are clear
Others have been here before us and their pains and sufferings still resonate


There is no beauty here, just the stench of wine and beer
There is no charm here, just the repulsive aroma of alcohol


We save no souls
We are not capable of rescuing anyone's soul


We break no promises
We do not promise anything that we cannot fulfil


We can do nothing more than move on headlong through the gloom
We can only move forward, even though the future seems dark and unclear


The thorn between our lips is the missionaries tune
We are troubled by the music of the missionaries


Men with open arms turn their faces half away
Folks who appear welcoming are actually avoiding us


Observe as we approach that we have not come to save
They have noticed that we are not there to rescue them


We stand as thick as vines, though the fruit is torn away
We are united like vines, even though the benefits are gone


There is no beauty here, friends, just death and dark decay
One can only find death and no life in this place




Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management
Written by: B. WATSON, M. BRZEZICKI, S. ADAMSON, T. BUTLER

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karl mccoy

We lay the night in anguish, snakes drawn out by the tide
The compass of decision falls always on one side
But many went before us and still the cries are clear

There is no beauty here, just the stench of wine and beer

We save no souls
We break no promises

We can do nothing more than move headlong through the gloom
The thorn between our lips is the missionaries tune
Our men with open arms turn their faces half away
Observe as we approach that we have not come to save

We stand as thick as vines though the fruit is torn away
There is no beauty here, friends, just death and dark decay

We save no souls
We break no promises

We save no souls
We break no promises



All comments from YouTube:

albert immanuel

An incomparable song. Best in every layer the song is built. No other band can come close to this quiet blast. Just bow down to Big Country.

Paul Cannon

Wow ,,, fucken wow... not the song , I already have it in my heart,, but your comment... Mr Immanuel , I bow down to you... Words of beauty, selected by a person of brilliance and knowledge... You made me tear up.. Thank you for sharing those wonderful words with the planet... βœŒοΈβœŒοΈβœŒοΈβœŒοΈπŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ’™πŸ’™πŸ’™

mikedo6

E-bow down! :)

Steven Pryce

In my honest opinion,still one of the most underrated bands of all time & as far as I'm concerned Stuart is the best singer /songwriter I've ever heard & I mean best,better than Lennon & McCartney,Jagger & Richards,Carol King,James Taylor,Bob Dylan etc & one of my favourite guitarists off all time

albert immanuel

Totally agreed. Big country lives in our hearts. Not just in ears like those over rated kiddish bands.

Bleu Skye

Nice!!!!

Tony Williamson

Steven all i can say is i couldnt agree with you more ive followed Big Country since i was 12 and Stuart Adamson was and always will be my 100% fav vocals and artist loved the guy and ALWAYS will do till iam 6feet under and even from then i have no doubt . And your public comment is the best ive read im years and years so hats off to you buddy a man after my own heart. Tony from Rosyth...

GrandFaja Armani

And that darn Tony Butler. I feel like I'm in a basswomb.

Mark Serour

SA was a brilliant poet, but I feel that the mantle of best writer/lyricist must go to Mr. Kerry Livgren.

harry rimmer

Sheer class.
RIP Stuart
Loved, Lost , but neuer forgotten

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