A Trip Out
British Sea Power Lyrics


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Build us a vehicle
Set us a course
Pick up your sickle
Get on board

We're all going on a trip out
We're all going on a trip out
We're all getting, all getting out

Out with the daggers
Off with the gloves
There is so much
That you can loath

And I can't stop thinking about it
And I can't stop working it out
It doesn't come much bigger than this
You see a point and you make a wish
Everything tragic
Take it away

One fine day before the apocalypse
And I know it's not impossible
From a hill top
Worn out short grass
I don't know how long it can last
Up then toward the see saw
Up then toward the gibberish
Up then toward being a bore
Up then toward the apocalypse

Build us a vehicle
Set us a course
Pick up your sickle
Get on board

Lonely are the brave
There is a chance
Of happiness
Yeah, but it is over so fast

And I can't stop thinking about it
And I can't stop working it out
No la dee da
No picnickers
Just party, party in a tweety land

How long, how long, how long?

One fine day before the apocalypse,
And I know it's not impossible.
From a hill top,
Worn out short grass,
I don't know how long it can last.
Up then toward the see saw.
Up then toward the gibberish.




Up then toward being a bore
Up then toward the apocalypse.

Overall Meaning

The song "Trip Out A" by British Sea Power is a call to adventure, a journey into the unknown. The lyrics depict a desire to escape from the mundane aspects of everyday life and to discover something new. The opening lines, "Build us a vehicle, set us a course, pick up your sickle, get on board," suggest a sense of urgency to depart from the present and embark on a journey to find something more fulfilling.


The repetitive refrain, "We're all going on a trip out," emphasizes the communal aspect of this journey and suggests that the desire to explore is shared by everyone. The verses that follow offer a contrast between the frustration and negativity of current circumstances and the sense of possibility that comes with venturing into the unknown. The lines "Out with the daggers, off with the gloves, there is so much that you can loath" suggest a feeling of restriction and powerlessness in the present situation. However, this is countered by the idea that "everything tragic, [can be] taken away" through the act of taking risks and pursuing something new.


The references to an impending apocalypse throughout the song add a dark edge to the otherwise optimistic lyrics. The lines "One fine day before the apocalypse, and I know it's not impossible" suggest a sense of urgency and the need to act quickly before it's too late. The final lines, "Up then toward the see saw, up then toward the gibberish, up then toward being a bore, up then toward the apocalypse," reinforce the idea that the journey is more important than the destination and that even a potential disaster can be seen as an opportunity for growth and change.


Line by Line Meaning

Build us a vehicle
Create a means of transportation for us


Set us a course
Determine a direction for us to follow


Pick up your sickle
Take your tool for cutting


Get on board
Join us on the journey


We're all going on a trip out
We're embarking on an adventure


We're all getting, all getting out
We're leaving our current situation behind


Out with the daggers
Let go of the hostility


Off with the gloves
Drop the pretenses


There is so much that you can loath
There is a lot of negativity to focus on


And I can't stop thinking about it
I'm unable to stop pondering


And I can't stop working it out
I'm persistently attempting to solve the issue


It doesn't come much bigger than this
It's an enormous situation


You see a point and you make a wish
You spot an opportunity and hope for the best


Everything tragic
All things that are catastrophic


Take it away
Remove or eliminate it


One fine day before the apocalypse
Before the end of the world scenario happens


And I know it's not impossible
I'm certain it's achievable


From a hill top
From elevated terrain


Worn out short grass
Dried up, low vegetation


I don't know how long it can last
I'm uncertain how much time is left


Up then toward the see saw
Ascending towards the up and down apparatus


Up then toward the gibberish
Going up towards the nonsense language


Up then toward being a bore
Climbing towards being tedious or uninteresting


Lonely are the brave
Those who are courageous often face isolation


There is a chance
There's still an opportunity


Of happiness
To find joy


Yeah, but it is over so fast
However, it doesn't last long


No la dee da
Without any fancy extras


No picnickers
Without leisurely excursionists


Just party, party in a tweety land
Just celebrate in a frivolous, fanciful world


How long, how long, how long?
How much more time can we continue like this?


Up then toward the apocalypse
Climbing toward the catastrophic world event




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JAN WILKINSON, JAN SCOTT WILKINSON, MARTIN NOBLE, MATTHEW WOOD, MATTHEW JAMES WOOD, NEIL WILKINSON, NEIL HAMILTON WILKINSON

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