Born and raised in Steady Brook, Newfoundland, Brian Byrne travelled and fi… Read Full Bio ↴Born and raised in Steady Brook, Newfoundland, Brian Byrne travelled and finally landed in Toronto where he discovered though a friend that I Mother Earth was looking for a frontman.

Years after being in IME, Brian released his own solo album called Tuesdays, Thursdays, and If It Rains, released on April 11th, 2006. Although an adult contemporary and folk rock album, there are also southern (Days Go On) and blues rock (Nova Dashboard, Paper Girl) influences. Many other tracks are beautiful pop rock ballads (Jen's Song, Century Old), sung through the strong emotion of Brian's voice.

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The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
It's just an old photograph, there's nothing to hide
When the world was just beginning

I memorized her face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistle in, come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together
Heaven knows, what keeps mankind alive

Every hand goes searching for its partner in crime
Under chairs and behind tables
Connecting to places we have known

I'm looking for a home, where the wheels are turning
Home, why I keep returning
Home, where my world Is breaking in two
Home, with the neighbors fighting
Home, always so exciting
Home, were my parents telling the truth?
Home, such a body feeling
Home, no one ever speaking
Home, with our bodies touching
Home, and the cameras watching
Home, will infect whatever you do
Where home, comes to life from out of the blue

Tiny little box from a beach at sunset
I took a drink from a jar and into my head
Familiar smells and flavors
Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
I've seen their wheels spinning round
And everywhere I can hear those people saying
That the eye is the measure of the man
You can fly from the stuff that spills around you
We're home and the band keeps marching on

Connecting to every living sole
Compassion for things I'll never know

Overall Meaning

The song "Home" by Brian Byrne is a reflective piece that touches on the theme of nostalgia, memories, and a search for belonging. The opening lines of the song set the tone for the rest of the lyrics as Brian sings, "The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer, it's just an old photograph, there's nothing to hide when the world was just beginning." This could refer to the idea that looking back at old memories with a little bit of distance can make them clearer, and one can see things that they may have missed before. As the song progresses, Brian talks about how he has memorized the face of someone he loves so he won't forget it. He longs for a place of belonging and calls out for "home."

The lyrics talk about the desire for human connection and the search for a place of belonging. The line "Every hand goes searching for its partner in crime" suggests that humans are always looking for someone to connect with, someone to share life with. The line "Compassion for things I'll never know" could refer to wanting to understand and empathize with others, even if their life experiences are different than his own. The song ultimately ends with the idea that home is not one specific place, but rather, it can come to life from out of the blue, and that it is found in human connection.

Line by Line Meaning

The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
As darkness looms in, clarity surfaces

It's just an old photograph, there's nothing to hide
A stale picture that doesn't hold secrets anymore

When the world was just beginning
Back in the primordial times when Earth was nascent and simple

I memorized her face so it's not forgotten
I etched her features in my brain so that they never fade

I hear the wind whistle in, come back anytime
With the gentle gust of wind, the invitation to return echoes

And we'll mix our lives together
We'll blend our existence to make it one

Heaven knows, what keeps mankind alive
The divine domain understands the essence of human survival

Every hand goes searching for its partner in crime
Each one of us seeks our companion who shares common interests

Under chairs and behind tables
In obscure places, one may find the missing piece

Connecting to places we have known
Linking up to memories forever treasured

I'm looking for a home, where the wheels are turning
A place that feels like it's alive and always moving

Home, why I keep returning
No matter how far I stray, the pull to return never fades

Home, where my world is breaking in two
The place where my life departs from the usual script

Home, with the neighbors fighting
A place rife with friction and quarrel

Home, always so exciting
A place that never bores you, always has something new

Home, were my parents telling the truth?
A place that makes me wonder if my parents' stories were real or fiction

Home, such a body feeling
A place that gives a warm, bodily sensation

Home, no one ever speaking
A place of silence that makes the noise of the world fade away

Home, with our bodies touching
A place where contact brings comfort and solace

Home, and the cameras watching
A place where you are always being observed

Home, will infect whatever you do
A place that molds everything it touches

Where home, comes to life from out of the blue
A place that appears suddenly and becomes alive

Tiny little box from a beach at sunset
A souvenir saved from a distant memory

I took a drink from a jar and into my head
A sip that brings the flavors and smells from long ago

Familiar smells and flavors
Reminiscent scents and tastes that take you to your past

Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
Transportation stranded in a peaceful afterlife

I've seen their wheels spinning round
I've witnessed the momentum of their last ride

And everywhere I can hear those people saying
The utterances of the masses are audible everywhere

That the eye is the measure of the man
The worth of a person is judged by what they appear to be

You can fly from the stuff that spills around you
You can leave behind the messes of your life

We're home and the band keeps marching on
At home, life continues on its steady path

Connecting to every living sole
Linking to every living being

Compassion for things I'll never know
Feeling empathetic for the unknown

Lyrics © DistroKid, BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: KEVAN BYRNE, KEVIN J. (CA) LYNN, MICHAEL RICHARD ARMSTRONG

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