Blur's self-titled fifth album (1997) saw another stylistic shift, influenced by the lo-fi styles of American indie rock groups, and became their third UK chart-topping album. Its single "Song 2" brought the band mainstream success in the US for the first time. Their next album, 13 (1999) saw the band experimenting with electronic and gospel music, and featured more personal lyrics from Albarn. Their seventh album, Think Tank (2003), continued their experimentation with electronic sounds and was also shaped by Albarn's growing interest in hip hop and world music, featuring more minimal guitar work. Coxon left the band during early recording sessions for Think Tank, and Blur disbanded for several years after the end of the album's associated tour, with the members engaged in other projects.
In 2009, Blur reunited with Coxon back in the band and embarked on a European reunion tour. In the following years, they released several singles and compilations and toured internationally. In 2012, they received a Brit Award for Outstanding Contribution to Music. Their eighth album, The Magic Whip (2015), was the sixth consecutive Blur studio album to top the British chart. The group have largely been on hiatus since the Magic Whip tour, but have announced plans to reunite in 2023 for various live dates.
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Studio albums
Leisure (1991)
Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
Parklife (1994)
The Great Escape (1995)
Blur (1997)
13 (1999)
Think Tank (2003)
The Magic Whip (2015)
The Ballad of Darren (2023)
Me White Noise
Blur Lyrics
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You're a little mug ya little tart
No education
Everybody comes in and out the room
They're out the room, they're in the room, they're out
That's right, no-one's hurt
You know they're not comin' in with a pair of marraccas are they?
Doin' a fuckin' bit of marracca and stuff
Don't ya, you know, you know well what I mean
But I ain't moaning about it or complaining about it or anything like that
'Cos like that's what it is you know, you know and you kick a football
You kick a football, everybody kicks a football
I don't wanna rant and rave, yeah alright, at all, fair enough innit
Fair enough
And like you're going like "Sorry, sorry mate,"
You know you get down now, and you look at the wall
And what does the wall say to ya?
I ain't a mirror, fuck off
That's the way it goes
It's true though innit?
Think about it
Don't stall man, I've got houses to build
And then you move, move, move, move
And you push, push, push, push
And you trip over yourself and you think to yourself
Why am I here?
I'm here because I've got no fucking choice
And furthermore
Furthermore
You're dead!
You're dead!
You're dead!
You're dead!
You're dead!
You're dead!
Can we stop now?
Can we stop now?
Can we stop now?
Can we stop now?
Can we stop now?
Please?
Don't even know you're innocent
Mmm
'Salright
And there's a lot of snides out there
Wanting to have a little pop at your life
But they're wrong
Nah, they're just nasty
You know, I've lived all my friggin' life, right, trying to do it right
And like, it's impossible
I've got a gun you know, and I'd use it
I wouldn't, I wouldn't, ah, I wouldn't I can't get it out you know
What I mean, if I got a gun, I would use it
But maybe I would, but maybe I wouldn't
But this is it man, this ain't America for fuck's sake
All I wanna know is how people get in and I want them to get on
But I don't want everyone blowing each other off
If I had a bomb, I wouldn't blow up no-one up
That's the way I feel, you know on the underground train
You get on an underground train
You get on an underground train
Off you go
Zhoom, you're in Holborn
Bosh, you're in Covent Garden
Bosh, you get out, everybody's alright
Everybody's alright
No-one does that much to each other
And then you move, move, move, move
And you push, push, push, push
And you trip over yourself and you think to yourself
Why am I here?
I'm here because I've got no fucking choice
And furthermore
Furthermore
You're dead!
You're dead!
You're dead!
You're dead!
You're dead!
You're dead!
It's me, White Noise
Me, White Noise
Me, White Noise
Me, White Noise
Me, White Noise
Understand?
The lyrics to Blur's song Me White Noise reflect a stream of consciousness that oscillates between mundane observations, sudden outbursts, and existential questions. The singer seems to be in a state of confusion and frustration, as evidenced by the repeated phrases "move, move, move" and "push, push, push." The constant influx of people in and out of his room is also a source of irritation, although he tries to downplay it by saying "no-one's hurt." He acknowledges the absurdity of his situation, likening it to playing maracas, and even seems to be aware of the surfacy nature of his observations: "That's the way it goes/It's true though, innit?"
However, the song also takes a darker turn towards the end, as the singer alludes to the possibility of violence ("I've got a gun you know, and I'd use it") and expresses a desire for people to just get along ("All I wanna know is how people get in and I want them to get on/But I don't want everyone blowing each other off/If I had a bomb, I wouldn't blow up no-one up"). The repeated refrain of "You're dead!" could be interpreted as a way of highlighting the fleeting, transitory nature of life and the singer's sense of being trapped in a cycle of meaninglessness.
The title of the song, "Me White Noise," seems to refer to the singer's sense of being drowned out or overwhelmed by the cacophony of voices and stimuli around him. White noise is a type of noise that contains all frequencies in equal amounts, and it is often used as a masking sound to drown out other sounds. In this sense, the singer could be seen as a voice struggling to be heard amidst the chaos and confusion of modern life.
Line by Line Meaning
Oi
Attention, listen up
You're a little mug ya little tart
You lack intelligence and show disrespect
No education
Lack of knowledge
Everybody comes in and out the room
People come and go
They're out the room, they're in the room, they're out
People keep moving in and out
That's right, no-one's hurt
No harm done
You know they're not comin' in with a pair of marraccas are they?
No one's coming in making noise
Doin' a fuckin' bit of marracca and stuff
Making a loud, unnecessary racket
Like, you know what I mean
You understand what I'm saying
Don't ya, you know, you know well what I mean
You definitely understand what I'm talking about
But I ain't moaning about it or complaining about it or anything like that
I'm not whining or being negative about the situation
'Cos like that's what it is you know, you know and you kick a football
That's just how things are, like kicking a football
I don't wanna rant and rave, yeah alright, at all, fair enough innit
I'm not going to get worked up about it, fair enough
And like you're going like "Sorry, sorry mate,"
You apologize for no reason
You know you get down now, and you look at the wall
You feel defeated and stare at the wall
And what does the wall say to ya?
The wall doesn't say anything to you
I ain't a mirror, fuck off
The wall won't reflect back your pain, go away
That's the way it goes
Such is life
It's true though innit?
It's a fact, isn't it?
Think about it
Contemplate it
Don't stall man, I've got houses to build
Don't waste time, I have important things to attend to
And then you move, move, move, move
You keep moving forward
And you push, push, push, push
You keep pushing yourself
And you trip over yourself and you think to yourself
You stumble and reflect
Why am I here?
What is the purpose of my existence?
I'm here because I've got no fucking choice
I'm here because I have no other options
And furthermore
Also
You're dead!
You will die
Can we stop now?
Can we end this now?
Please?
Pretty please?
Don't even know you're innocent
Being naive about your own innocence
Mmm
The sound of thinking
'Salright
It's okay
And there's a lot of snides out there
Many people are judgmental
Wanting to have a little pop at your life
Picking on you for no reason
But they're wrong
Their negativity is unfounded
Nah, they're just nasty
They are just mean-spirited people
You know, I've lived all my friggin' life, right, trying to do it right
I've spent my whole life doing things the right way
And like, it's impossible
It's nearly impossible
I've got a gun you know, and I'd use it
I have a firearm and would use it if necessary
I wouldn't, I wouldn't, ah, I wouldn't I can't get it out you know
I wouldn't use it, I can't even retrieve it
What I mean, if I got a gun, I would use it
I would use it if I had access to it
But maybe I would, but maybe I wouldn't
I'm uncertain if I would use it
But this is it man, this ain't America for fuck's sake
This is not America, be reasonable
All I wanna know is how people get in and I want them to get on
I only care about how people succeed
But I don't want everyone blowing each other off
I don't want people fighting or arguing
If I had a bomb, I wouldn't blow up no-one up
I don't want to hurt anyone even if I had the means to
That's the way I feel, you know on the underground train
This is how I feel, even on a crowded train
You get on an underground train
You take public transport
Off you go
You're on your way
Zhoom, you're in Holborn
Suddenly you're in Holborn
Bosh, you're in Covent Garden
Just like that, you're in Covent Garden
Bosh, you get out, everybody's alright
You exit safely, everyone is okay
No-one does that much to each other
People don't usually bother or harm each other
It's me, White Noise
I am a kind of noise with no meaning
Me, White Noise
I am still that noise with no meaning
Me, White Noise
I continue to be that noise with no meaning
Me, White Noise
I'm nothing but meaningless noise
Me, White Noise
I am still that noise with no meaning
Lyrics Ā© Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Phil Daniels
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@SkicoNow
LYRICS:
[Verse 1: Phil Daniels]
Oi
You're a little mug ya little tart
No education
Everybody comes in and out the room
They're out the room, they're in the room, they're out
That's right, no-one's hurt
You know they're not comin' in with a pair of marraccas are they?
Doin' a fuckin' bit of marracca and stuff
Like, you know what I mean
Don't ya, you know, you know well what I mean
But I ain't moaning about it or complaining about it or anything like that
'Cos like that's what it is you know, you know and you kick a football
You kick a football, everybody kicks a football
I don't wanna rant and rave, yeah alright, at all, fair enough innit
Fair enough
And like you're going like "Sorry, sorry mate,"
You know you get down now, and you look at the wall
And what does the wall say to ya?
I ain't a mirror, fuck off
That's the way it goes
It's true though innit?
Think about it
Don't stall man, I've got houses to build
[Chorus: Damon Albarn & Phil Daniels]
And then you move, move, move, move
And you push, push, push, push
And you trip over yourself and you think to yourself
Why am I here?
I'm here because I've got no fucking choice
And furthermore
Furthermore
You're boring! (Boring)
Boring!
You're boring! (Boring)
Boring!
You're boring! (Boring)
Boring!
You're boring! (Boring)
Boring!
[Bridge: Phil Daniels]
Can we stop now?
Can we stop now?
Can we stop now?
Can we stop now?
Can we stop now?
Please?
Don't even know you're innocent
Mmm
'Salright
[Verse 2: Phil Daniels]
And there's a lot of snides out there
Wanting to have a little pop at your life
But they're wrong
Nah, they're just nasty
You know, I've lived all my friggin' life, right, trying to do it right
And like, it's impossible
I've got a gun you know, and I'd use it
I wouldn't, I wouldn't, ah, I wouldn't I can't get it out you know
What I mean, if I got a gun, I would use it
But maybe I would, but maybe I wouldn't
But this is it man, this ain't America for fuck's sake
All I wanna know is how people get in and I want them to get on
But I don't want everyone blowing each other off
If I had a bomb, I wouldn't blow up no-one up
That's the way I feel, you know on the underground train
You get on an underground train
You get on an underground train
Off you go
Zhoom, you're in Holborn
Bosh, you're in Covent Garden
Bosh, you get out, everybody's alright
Everybody's alright
No-one does that much to each other
[Chorus: Damon Albarn & Phil Daniels]
And then you move, move, move, move
And you push, push, push, push
And you trip over yourself and you think to yourself
Why am I here?
I'm here because I've got no fucking choice
And furthermore
Furthermore
You're boring! (Boring)
Boring!
You're boring! (Boring)
Boring!
You're boring! (Boring)
Boring!
You're boring! (Boring)
[Outro: Phil Daniels]
It's me, White Noise
Me, White Noise
Me, White Noise
Me, White Noise
Me, White Noise
Understand?
@clg3239
It took me 17 years to discover that this absolute banger of a track was on my Think Tank album all along š
@Dr.JeremyDunks
One of the finest tracks on an incredible record and they hid it. I love that.
@crempka
due to a (mal)function of the cd player of the chauffeurs car I drove at the time I thought this is the first track of the album. Wasn't able to play it on other players since...
@nickstrong8247
D A R K L I F E
@k-leb4671
I like to think it's Murdoc talking.
@froggy-traveler
YESSS
@regalternative
I like this song. BECAUSE I'VE GOT NO FAWKING CHOICE
@corncake4677
Great taste in pfp
@rockandrollmachine
Give em a taste of Darklife.
@MichaelKirwan
I love this song, its speaks volumes about what the everyman feels on any given day. I think it was very clever to keep it as a hidden track. If you watch it as a companion piece to the "Out of time' video it captures a time in history very well