Bone Bomb
Brian Eno Lyrics


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My body
So thin
So tired
Beaten for years
Ploughshare to bomb
So hard

Bonebomb
Bonebomb
Bonebomb

My town
So dusty
So dry
Buildings pushed over
Lives heat together
Young girls dreaming of beautiful deaths
Pop star pictures above their beds
Above their heads
Troops

Everything stolen
Except my bones
Now I am only bone
I waited for peace




And here is my peace
Here in this still last minute of my life

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Bone Bomb" by Brian Eno talks about the devastating effects of war on individuals and a community in general. The song is told from the perspective of a victim of war whose body has been worn down over the years of surviving military attacks. The opening lines "My body, so thin, so tired, beaten for years" depict the suffering and pain people go through in war-torn communities. The line "Ploughshare to bomb, so hard" represents the irony of a tool used for farming being converted into a weapon that causes destruction and loss of life.


The chorus of the song, "Bonebomb," is a poignant reminder of the rawness of the effects of war as the skeletal remains of victims that are found in the aftermath of such conflicts. The song also portrays the loss of both the physical and emotional aspects of the victim's existence. The singer mentions how his town has been reduced to rubble, and lives heat together, which is an indication of the displacement and loss of homes that result from war. The line "Everything stolen except my bones" has a sense of finality and despair about it, as the victim acknowledges the damage done to his life and the likelihood that he may not have much to live for.


Overall, "Bone Bomb" by Brian Eno is a powerful song that captures the horror and cost of war, both in terms of human life and the destruction of infrastructure.


Line by Line Meaning

My body
My physical form


So thin
Emaciated, lacking in flesh


So tired
Exhausted, lacking energy


Beaten for years
Abused, physically harmed for an extended period of time


Ploughshare to bomb
A tool used for farming has been transformed into a weapon of destruction


So hard
Difficult, challenging


Bonebomb
An explosive device made out of bones


Bonebomb
An explosive device made out of bones


Bonebomb
An explosive device made out of bones


My town
The place where I live


So dusty
Covered in fine dirt or powder


So dry
Lacking in moisture, arid


Buildings pushed over
Structures knocked down, destroyed


Lives heat together
People living closely together, crowded conditions


Young girls dreaming of beautiful deaths
Adolescent females fantasizing about dying in an idealized way


Pop star pictures above their beds
Images of famous musicians displayed in their sleeping area


Above their heads
Suspended in the air, situated higher than oneself


Troops
Military personnel, soldiers


Everything stolen
All possessions taken without consent


Except my bones
Only my skeletal structure remains


Now I am only bone
I have been reduced to my basic physical composition


I waited for peace
I hoped for a period of calm, tranquility


And here is my peace
Death is the only way to achieve peace in my current situation


Here in this still last minute of my life
My final moments of existence, remaining utterly motionless




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRIAN ENO

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Comments from YouTube:

Herea Puscas Ioana Iuliana

I just love this song !

hydroone7

Nice I like the computer controlled zooms, and the imagery. Nnd the stills remind me of Chris Marker "La Jete." I like the super close ups where it's abstract and impressionistic, then a representational image appears.

Rich Godsil

Hauntingly beautiful song.

sidDkid87

I find it strangely poetic that this song is 3 minutes and twenty-one seconds long . . . 3 - 2 - 1 . . .

sidDkid87

@mead2000 then you are the "strange poet" to whom I refer - and I applaud you for it - noticing such things is my strange 'gift' - I'd also noticed that Eno's tune was not actually 3 - 2 - 1, but decided to stick to my guns

mead2000

@sidDkid87 - amazing you noticed!  the Brian Eno song itself was 3:09 but I timed this for 3-2-1.

sidDkid87

@***** Chilling - I have a strange knack for noticing strange things . . . 

mead2000

thanks for your kind comments and input, mickjongold. much appreciated~

sidDkid87

"everything stolen /
 except .. my .. bones" 🎶 . . .

sonicsnap117

Awsome.

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