The apex of the collaboration between Cluster (the duo Moebius and Rodelius… Read Full Bio ↴The apex of the collaboration between Cluster (the duo Moebius and Rodelius) and Eno, Broken Head is how it is to awaken in industrial circumstances. Highly restrained and understated crisp slashing violent subtle use of the best synthesizers of their day, layered and reworked meticulously in unequaled studio precision, it haunts, It rewards multiple listens, close attention, technical audio equipment. fidelity, and high volume. Broken Head is textured tapestry of reflective bitter disappointment bearing style and elan. Pair it with "Mass Production" from Iggy Pop's album _The_Idiot_ and glossy photos from the brochures selling robots that weld Lamborghinis, both before and after the photos have been landfilled.

Broken Head
Brian Eno Lyrics

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Chop and change to cut the corners
Sharp as razors shiny razors
Stranded on a world that's dying
Never moving, hardly trying.

I was just a broken head
I stole the world that others plundered

Now I stumble through the garbage
Slide and tumble, slide and stumble.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Broken Head by Brian Eno, Dieter Moebius, and Hans-Joachim Roedelius (Moebius & Roedelius) are quite ambiguous, but there are still some interesting interpretations to be drawn from them. In the first verse, the lyrics suggest that the singer feels broken or damaged in some way, and has taken something that was previously punctured by others (like a rejected idea or opportunity) and claimed it as their own. They are now struggling to navigate through the after-effects, slipping and falling amidst the "garbage" of what they have taken. The mention of "beak and claw" could indicate a struggle for survival or a sense of animalistic desperation, as well as any number of other things.

In the second verse, the sharp, cutting language evokes a sense of danger or potentially violent action, yet the singer seems to feel helpless or stuck in their current situation ("stranded on a world that's dying," "never moving, hardly trying"). The repeated lines of the chorus suggest a cycle of failure and humility, with the singer sliding and stumbling their way through life.

Line by Line Meaning

I was just a broken head
I felt like I was just a damaged person without direction or purpose

I stole the world that others punctured
I took advantage of opportunities that others failed to capitalize on

Now I stumble through the garbage
Now I struggle to find my way through the mess that I created

Slide and tumble, slide and stumble
I am constantly falling and making mistakes

Beak and claw, remorse reminder
My guilt and regret are always with me, reminding me of my past mistakes

Slide and tumble, slide and stumble
I am constantly falling and making mistakes

Back and forth and back to nothing
I seem to be going in circles and not making any progress

Keep them tidy, keep them humble
I try to maintain control over my life and stay humble

Chop and change to cut the corners
I am willing to make changes to take shortcuts and complete tasks more efficiently

Sharp as razors shiny razors
I am sharp and smart, always looking for ways to improve

Stranded on a world that's dying
I feel stuck in a world that is falling apart and leaving me behind

Never moving, hardly trying.
I feel like I am stuck in the same place and not making much effort to move forward

Lyrics © Freibank Musikverlags und vermarktungs GmbH, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRIAN ENO, DIETER MOEBIUS, HANS JOACHIM ROEDELIUS

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I was just a broken head
I stole the world that others punctured
Now I stumble through the garbage
Slide and tumble, slide and stumble
Beak and claw, remorse reminder
Slide and tumble, slide and stumble
Back and forth and back to nothing
Keep them tidy, keep them humble
Chop and change to cut the corners
Sharp as razors, shiny razors
Stranded on a world that's dying
Never moving, hardly trying
I was just a broken head
I stole the world that others plundered
Now I stumble through the garbage
Slide and tumble, slide and stumble