Ugly Babylon
Brazzaville Lyrics


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The oil wells and the call girls
Work all night long
Down in the ugly Babylon

Gone are the grandmas, poets
And baker's sons
Down in the ugly Babylon
The lights of the city wash out
The stars and suns
Down in the ugly Babylon

Gone are the grandmas, poets




And baker's sons
Down in the ugly Babylon

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Brazzaville's Ugly Babylon paint a picture of a city, possibly a reference to Babylon, that has fallen from grace. The first two lines introduce us to the gritty underbelly of the city, with oil wells and call girls working all night long. The phrase "Work all night long" suggests a sense of relentlessness, as if the city never sleeps. The next two lines continue with a clear sense of loss. "Gone are the grandmas, poets, and baker's sons" implies that the city has lost its culture and history. The repetition of this line at the end of the stanza emphasizes the sadness and despair of the situation.


The next stanza continues with the theme of the city's downfall. "The lights of the city wash out the stars and suns" suggests that any beauty or light that might have once existed in the city has been drowned out by the harsh reality of modern life. The image of a polluted, smoggy city comes to mind. The final two lines of the stanza repeat the same phrase, "Gone are the grandmas, poets, and baker's sons." This repetition serves to drive home the idea that the city has lost something vital and precious.


Overall, the lyrics to Ugly Babylon use vivid imagery and repetition to paint a bleak picture of a fallen city. The loss of culture, beauty, and humanity is palpable in these words.


Line by Line Meaning

The oil wells and the call girls
The industries and vices that thrive in the city


Work all night long
The hustle and bustle never stops


Down in the ugly Babylon
In the midst of a city that has lost its charm and beauty


Gone are the grandmas, poets
The elders and artists who once brought wisdom and creativity to the city


And baker's sons
The families who once made their living through honest work and trade


The lights of the city wash out
The overabundance of artificial light drowns out


The stars and suns
The natural beauty of the world


Down in the ugly Babylon
In the city that has lost its soul to materialism and excess


Gone are the grandmas, poets
The people who once gave the city its character and heart


And baker's sons
The families who once provided sustenance and nourishment




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