Strange Days
Brazil Lyrics


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There's a room inside my finger
Where ghosts of authors linger
There's a little man that whispers
In a radio transmitter
There's a lady on a spider
With a baby's head beside her
There's a voice inside my earlobe
From a place the sidewalks don't go

[Chorus]
These are strange days!

There's a man with an umbrella
Who is smoking citronella
And he sees fantastic visions
Of a world outside my prison
There's a fountain full of ashes
And a snake beneath the grasses
And he's asking everybody
What makes them melancholy

[Chorus]

My language is patois
Philosophy is in my boudoir
My head's in Constantinople
And my body's in a bubble
I'm a Rosicrucian Lackey
In the ministry of Peculiar Things
I will tell you my secret
But only if you keep it

[Chorus]





But enough about me, why don't you tell me about your day?

Overall Meaning

In Brazil's song "Strange Days", the lyrics describe a surreal and otherworldly experience. The singer describes a room inside their own finger where the ghosts of authors linger, and a little man whispers in a radio transmitter. They also mention a lady on a spider with a baby's head beside her and a voice inside their earlobe that comes from a place the sidewalks don't go. All of these descriptions contribute to the idea of a strange and fantastical world outside of our own reality.


In the chorus, the singer repeats the phrase "These are strange days!", which acts as a sort of acknowledgement and acceptance of the strangeness they are experiencing. The second verse introduces a man with an umbrella who sees fantastic visions and a fountain full of ashes with a snake beneath the grasses. The man asks everybody what makes them melancholy, further emphasizing the eerie and mysterious nature of this world.


The final verse delves even deeper into the singer's personal experience, describing themselves as a Rosicrucian Lackey in the ministry of Peculiar Things. They mention their language is patois and their philosophy is in their boudoir, further emphasizing their distance from normal reality. They offer to share their secret, but only if it's kept, potentially alluding to the idea that this surreal experience is something personal and private.


Overall, the lyrics of "Strange Days" create a sense of disorientation and otherworldliness, encouraging the listener to imagine this strange and fantastical world.


Line by Line Meaning

There's a room inside my finger
I have a small space within my finger where imaginary figures live


Where ghosts of authors linger
These figures are the spirits of writers who have passed away


There's a little man that whispers
One of these figures is a tiny man who speaks softly


In a radio transmitter
He communicates his message through a device that transmits radio waves


There's a lady on a spider
Another figure is a woman who rides on a spider's back


With a baby's head beside her
Her companion is an infant's head lying next to her


There's a voice inside my earlobe
I can perceive a sound in my earlobe


From a place the sidewalks don't go
This sound comes from a location that normal pedestrians are not able to traverse


[Chorus]
These are unprecedented times!


There's a man with an umbrella
I see a man holding an umbrella


Who is smoking citronella
He is puffing on a type of fragrant oil used to repel insects


And he sees fantastic visions
He perceives wondrous sights in his mind's eye


Of a world outside my prison
He imagines a world beyond my personal confines


There's a fountain full of ashes
I observe a fountain containing remains of the deceased


And a snake beneath the grasses
I notice a serpent hidden in the vegetation


And he's asking everybody
The man with the umbrella is inquiring of others


What makes them melancholy
He wishes to know what causes others to feel sadness


[Chorus]
These are peculiar and curious days!


My language is patois
My way of speaking is influenced by creole dialects


Philosophy is in my boudoir
I study philosophy in my private chambers


My head's in Constantinople
My thoughts are preoccupied with cultural and historical sights of Istanbul


And my body's in a bubble
Meanwhile, my body is confined within a small, isolated space


I'm a Rosicrucian Lackey
I am a low-ranking member in the organization of Rosicrucianism


In the ministry of Peculiar Things
I am serving in an unusual and unusual government department


I will tell you my secret
I am willing to share my personal secret with you


But only if you keep it
You must promise to maintain confidentiality if I reveal this information to you


[Chorus]
These are truly bizarre times!


But enough about me, why don't you tell me about your day?
I have shared enough about myself; now it is your turn to discuss how your day has been




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: DAVE GENN, MATTHEW GOOD

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