100
Bread Box Cartel Lyrics
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Of clueless blues,
Pays the views,
And no-mans news.
Blades will fade from blood to sport,
The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Smokers rode a colonial pig, [Smoke is rolling colonial pink,]
Drink and frame this pain i think.
You bleed your wings and then disappear.
The moving scenes and pilot lights, [...pyre lights]
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
And battle lines are drawn across this town.
Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames, [Talk me down...]
And nothing's changed.
Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like 1968 again.
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Well pretty flames.
In school I would just bite my tongue,
And now your words they strike me down. [But now your words have struck me dumb.]
The flags are false and they contradict,
They point and click which wounds to lick,
On avenues this christian breeze,
Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
It frays this skin and then underscore.
The case for war you spin and bleed,
The sales you feel screensavers feed,
The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The moving scenes and suburbanites,
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
The battle lines are drawn across this town.
English boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Hearts and minds and US Planes,
Nothing's changed...
And english boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like the 1980's again,
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
More pretty flames.
The lyrics of Bread Box Cartel's song 100 are a commentary on the political and social realities of the modern age. The opening lines, "In city shoes, of clueless blues, pays the views, and no-man's news" speak to the idea that we are all living in our own little bubbles, disconnected from the broader world around us. The lines "Blades will fade from blood to sport, the heroin's cut these fuses short" refer to the senseless violence that has become so prevalent in our society - where death and destruction are treated as nothing more than entertainment. The following lines, "Smokers rode a colonial pig, drink and frame this pain I think" suggests that we are complicit in these atrocities, perhaps unknowingly or through our addiction to complacency.
The second verse focuses on the idea that we have been brainwashed by the media and the powers that be, and that we are all pawns in a larger game. The lines "The flags are false and they contradict, they point and click which wounds to lick" suggest that the media manipulates the news to fit their own agenda. The lines "On avenues this christian breeze, turns it's heart to more needles please. Our eyes roll back and we beg for more, it frays this skin and then underscore" speak to the dangers of addiction, whether it be to drugs or consumerism. The final verse juxtaposes the Parisian and English riots of the past with the political climate of the present, highlighting the idea that despite the passage of time, little has changed. The lines "Hearts and minds and US planes, nothing's changed" suggest that even in the face of death and destruction, we continue to pursue our own agendas, with little thought towards the greater good.
Line by Line Meaning
In city shoes,
Wearing urban attire,
Of clueless blues,
Feeling lost and disconnected,
Pays the views,
Following trends and fashion,
And no-mans news.
Not paying attention to important issues or events,
Blades will fade from blood to sport,
Violence losing its shock value,
The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Drug addiction ruining lives,
Smokers rode a colonial pig,
Smoking cigarettes that are harmful,
Drink and frame this pain i think.
Using alcohol to numb emotional pain,
I'm melting silver poles my dear,
Melting away innocence and purity,
You bleed your wings and then disappear.
Hurting oneself and disappearing from the world,
The moving scenes and pilot lights,
The urban world and its dangers,
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
Broken fragments of society leading to extreme behavior,
Modern times come talk me down,
Feeling overwhelmed by the present era,
And battle lines are drawn across this town.
Society dividing into opposing factions,
Parisian boys without your names,
Anonymity in groups of young people,
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Using weapons to fight oppression,
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames,
Trying to calm down a heated situation,
And nothing's changed.
Despite the chaos, nothing improves in society,
Riot like 1968 again.
Turbulent social protests reminiscent of the past,
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
No improvement despite violent protests,
Well pretty flames.
The destructive beauty of fire,
In school I would just bite my tongue,
Keeping silent to avoid confrontation,
And now your words they strike me down.
Being hurt by the words of others,
The flags are false and they contradict,
Nationalistic symbols are misleading,
They point and click which wounds to lick,
Media exploiting tragedy for profit,
On avenues this christian breeze,
Religious ideas that don't seem genuine,
Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Drug addiction as an escape from reality,
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
Craving more of what harms us,
It frays this skin and then underscore.
Harming ourselves and emphasizing the pain,
The case for war you spin and bleed,
Promoting violence and profiting from it,
The sales you feel screensavers feed,
Advertising and technology promoting consumerism,
The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
Stereotyping and objectifying women for entertainment,
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The unattractive reality of marginalized people,
The moving scenes and suburbanites,
The mundane life of the middle class,
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
Broken pieces of society leading to extremes among the complacent,
Modern times come talk me down,
Feeling overwhelmed by the present era,
The battle lines are drawn across this town.
Society divided into opposing factions,
English boys without your names,
Anonymity in groups of young people,
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Using weapons to fight oppression,
Hearts and minds and US Planes,
Political unrest and military intervention,
Nothing's changed...
Despite the chaos, nothing improves in society,
And english boys without your names,
Anonymity in groups of young people,
Riot like the 1980's again,
Turbulent social protests reminiscent of the past,
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
No improvement despite violent protests,
More pretty flames.
The destructive beauty of fire,
Contributed by Levi C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.