Staying Fat
Bloc Party Lyrics


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I rely on (bitter cold)
I depend on (arctic snow)
A pair of trainers (I've got mine)
Could make a God of the two of us (I want yours)

I exist on (apropos)
I insist on (arctic snow)
A change of clothing (will fill the void)
Could lift us into fidelity (will suck you in)

The walls are coming in again
The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
The streets grid alone from the door
You gotta spin the fucking treadle

I rely on (bitter cold)
I depend on (arctic snow)
The man made fibers (I've got mine)
That are the stuff of my birthright (I want yours)

I decide on (apropos)
I retreat from (arctic snow)
The dregs of discourse (will fill the void)
For a new world order (will suck you in)

The walls are coming in again
The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
The streets grid alone from the door
You gotta spin the fucking treadle...
In a pile of days between no oceans
All the kids are rioting
There's no art in a broken head
All the kids are staying fat

And I'm air-kissing, back-slapping
Check the body for valuables
It's called progress
Come on pilgrim sing to the pyres
It's called progress
If they want to kill themselves
Then buy them the gowns
It's called progress





Progress

Overall Meaning

In Bloc Party's song Staying Fat, the lyrics reflect a sense of dependence and reliance on the harsh realities of life, while also acknowledging the need for change and progression. The repetition of phrases like "bitter cold" and "arctic snow" suggest a desire for something difficult and challenging to cling to, as though a certain level of struggle is necessary for growth and self-discovery. The line "Could make a God of the two of us" implies a desire for a shared experience of hardship to bring people together.


At the same time, there is a sense of frustration and stagnation in the song. The walls closing in and the sound hemming the listener to the past suggest a feeling of being stuck or trapped. The repetition of "It's called progress" at the end of the song can be read in different ways, either as a recognition of the need for change even if it is difficult, or as a cynical comment on a society that claims to be moving forward but is really just treading water.


Line by Line Meaning

I rely on (bitter cold)
I need harsh conditions to keep me going


I depend on (arctic snow)
I need extreme weather to survive


A pair of trainers (I've got mine)
My shoes are my personal treasure


Could make a God of the two of us (I want yours)
Your shoes are so great that they could elevate us to a divine level


I exist on (apropos)
I live my life with purpose


I insist on (arctic snow)
I demand to be challenged


A change of clothing (will fill the void)
New clothes will fill the emptiness inside of me


Could lift us into fidelity (will suck you in)
New clothes will make us loyal to each other


The walls are coming in again
I feel trapped


The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
I'm stuck in the past


The streets grid alone from the door
I'm isolated from society


You gotta spin the fucking treadle
You have to keep moving forward


The man made fibers (I've got mine)
Synthetic materials are an integral part of who I am


That are the stuff of my birthright (I want yours)
Your synthetic materials are coveted because they're part of your identity


I decide on (apropos)
I make deliberate choices


I retreat from (arctic snow)
I withdraw from harsh conditions


The dregs of discourse (will fill the void)
Negative conversation fills the emptiness inside of me


For a new world order (will suck you in)
This negativity will drag you down with me towards a new, bleak reality


In a pile of days between no oceans
In a landlocked place with no breaks from the monotony


All the kids are rioting
The youth are rebelling


There's no art in a broken head
Depression destroys creativity


All the kids are staying fat
The youth are numbing themselves


And I'm air-kissing, back-slapping
I'm socializing insincerely


Check the body for valuables
Treat people like objects, exploit them for what they're worth


It's called progress
But in the end, it's still just progress


Come on pilgrim sing to the pyres
Everyone gathers around the fire to celebrate


If they want to kill themselves
If they want to destroy themselves


Then buy them the gowns
Then give them what they desire, even if it's self-destruction




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: RUSSELL LISSACK, GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG

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