Moley and Me
British Sea Power Lyrics


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The fins and the curves, they don't make them like that anymore
So we went out for a walk
Where we have always loved, those dells and guns
Where they cannon off everything
In the factory yards
Just two weasels
We were born without hearts
And they don't treat us so well any more
Even though we know it's all there
No, they don't treat us so well any more
Any more

We would spend our time
Moley and me
Killing everybody
We would spend our time
Killing everybody

Grey water, mud flats, filled us with emptiness here
Close your eyes and disappear
Can you hear a noise?
This is a noise we could easily stop
An echo of a diesel train, grey overcast days
But now we're digging for bones in the mire
In the mire

We would spend our time
Moley and me
Killing everybody




We would spend our time
Killing everybody

Overall Meaning

The opening lyrics of British Sea Power's song "Moley and Me" are full of nostalgic imagery, painting a picture of an industrial town where the factories have fallen silent and the once-bustling docks are now empty. The reference to "fins and curves" suggests the heyday of car manufacturing, while the mention of "dells and guns" implies a history of industry and warfare. Against this backdrop, the singer (presumably one of the titular "weasels") reflects on a time when they "were born without hearts" and spent their days "killing everybody". It's not clear whether this is meant to be taken literally - perhaps the weasels are actually predators who prey on their fellow creatures - or whether it's a metaphorical exploration of a more violent, aggressive state of mind.


As the song progresses, the imagery takes on a more bleak and desolate tone. The "grey water" and "mud flats" suggest a polluted environment, while the reference to "digging for bones in the mire" brings to mind a sense of hopelessness and decay. Even the sound of a "diesel train" is portrayed as an unwelcome intrusion into this dreary world. Throughout it all, the two weasels remain a mystery: are they the victims of the industrial decline, or are they agents of destruction who revel in the devastation around them? The ambiguity of the lyrics allows the listener to draw their own conclusions, but whatever the case, there's a sense of sadness and loss that permeates the song.


Line by Line Meaning

The fins and the curves, they don't make them like that anymore
The design and craftsmanship of old cars are no longer present in modern cars


So we went out for a walk
The singer and another person took a walk


Where we have always loved, those dells and guns
The two individuals enjoy spending time in nature and being around firearms


Where they cannon off everything
The loud bang of a gun is a familiar sound to them


In the factory yards
The industrial areas that surround them


Just two weasels
The two individuals see themselves as small rodents


We were born without hearts
Metaphorically, they feel empty inside


And they don't treat us so well any more
They feel unappreciated by the people around them


Even though we know it's all there
Despite knowing that everything they need is present around them


No, they don't treat us so well any more
Their sense of neglect is further reinforced


Any more
Emphasizing the lack of attention they receive from others


We would spend our time
The two individuals would use their time for


Moley and me
Refers to the two individuals


Killing everybody
Violent activities, both metaphorically and literally


Grey water, mud flats, filled us with emptiness here
Their surroundings, consisting of murky water and muddy land, make them feel empty


Close your eyes and disappear
A desire to escape reality and stop existing


Can you hear a noise?
An auditory stimulation that caught their attention


This is a noise we could easily stop
They could easily put an end to the noise if they wanted to


An echo of a diesel train, grey overcast days
The noise they hear is reminiscent of a train, and the weather is bleak


But now we're digging for bones in the mire
They have now turned to morbid activities, such as scavenging in the mud


In the mire
Emphasizing the disgusting environment they are in




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

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