Locust
Current 93 Lyrics


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what is all this love for
if we have to go out in the dark

lalalalalala
what joy we had
in the locust summer
what fires we lit
in the locust years
black hundreds
black thousands

lalalalalala
what joy we had
in the locust summers
what fires we lit
in the locust years
black hundreds
black thousands

rivers that run
rippled with red
ravaged and raped
with our roar roar roaring

lalalalalala
what joy we had
in the locust summer
what fire we lit
in the locust years

for only the strong survive
all of the weak are trampled under
all of the weak are trampled under

lalalalalala
this is only here in this place
and with these parting tears pour of the flesh
a freaking and falling
a crying and calling
foreign words crawling rivers
beaches moment's ebbing
broken watches
launch cathar
mama in my room
you left me burning
you left me burning
you left me burning

lalalalalala
animals melting servants screaming
crouched in corners coughing crying
renting scalding masts of walls
chanting scalding baby dying
and life force ebbing

lalalalalala
what joy we had
in the locust summers
what fires we lit
in the locust years

bloody tower of hysteria
a bloody vase of rape
he calls the living
he calls the dying
he breaks the thunder
and then it seemed as if
the whole world was burning
for only the strong survive
all of the week get trampled under

lalalalalala
what joy we had
in the locust summers
what fires we lit
in the locust years
black hundreds
black thousands

rivers that run run rippled with red
ravaged and raped
with our roar roar roaring

what screaming joy
in the locust years

nick my life away
lick my life away

lalalalalala
what joy we had
in the locust summers




what fires we lit
in the locust years

Overall Meaning

The song "Locust" by Current 93 is a dark and haunting reflection on the nature of humanity and its capacity for destruction. The opening lines, "what is all this love for / if we have to go out in the dark," suggest a sense of hopelessness and disillusionment, as though the singer is questioning the value of life itself in the face of inevitable death. The repeated refrain of "what joy we had / in the locust summers" serves as a bitter contrast to the violent and destructive imagery that dominates the rest of the song.


The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a world on the brink of collapse, where rivers run red with blood and animals melt in the heat. The line "for only the strong survive / all of the weak are trampled under" reinforces the sense of a brutal, Darwinian struggle for survival, where compassion and kindness are seen as weaknesses to be exploited. The final stanza, with its references to rape and violence, underscores the ugliness and brutality of the world that the singer has painted.


Ultimately, "Locust" is a bleak and uncompromising work, offering little in the way of hope or redemption. It is a powerful and thought-provoking commentary on the human condition, and a testament to the enduring power of art to confront the darkness that lies within us all.


Line by Line Meaning

what is all this love for if we have to go out in the dark
Questioning the purpose of love if ultimately we all must face darkness and decay.


lalalalalala what joy we had in the locust summer what fires we lit in the locust years black hundreds black thousands
Reflecting on times past, specifically the memories of power and destruction during a time of hardship ('locust years').


rivers that run rippled with red ravaged and raped with our roar roar roaring
Describing the destruction caused by those in power, leaving even the rivers tinted with blood.


for only the strong survive all of the weak are trampled under all of the weak are trampled under
Asserting a belief in the survival of the fittest, with the weak being disregarded and oppressed.


lalalalalala this is only here in this place and with these parting tears pour of the flesh a freaking and falling a crying and calling foreign words crawling rivers beaches moment's ebbing broken watches launch cathar mama in my room you left me burning you left me burning you left me burning
A disjointed stream of consciousness, jumbled images and memories of pain, expressed through personification and symbolism.


animals melting servants screaming crouched in corners coughing crying renting scalding masts of walls chanting scalding baby dying and life force ebbing
Painting a vivid and horrifying picture of suffering, both physical and emotional, caused by those in power.


bloody tower of hysteria a bloody vase of rape he calls the living he calls the dying he breaks the thunder and then it seemed as if the whole world was burning for only the strong survive all of the weak get trampled under
Using violent imagery, the song condemns those who hold power and the destruction they cause, while asserting the dominance of the strong over the weak.


what screaming joy in the locust years
Contrasting the joy and power felt during the locust years with the unspeakable horrors that came with it.


nick my life away lick my life away
Expressing submission and a loss of control or agency, as well as a sense of pleasure or pain depending on interpretation.


lalalalalala what joy we had in the locust summers what fires we lit in the locust years
Closing the song with repetition of the positive memories of power and destruction during the locust years, suggesting a complex emotional response to the events being described.




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Comments from YouTube:

Andrew Taylor

I loved the days when Douglas was in Current 93.

Corona Zenith

This literally sounds and reads like a DiJ song

T. N.

And the days when David was in Death in June.
They did their best material together, for both projects IMO.

dale rogersd rogers

...ANOTHER BEST PART OF THE LP...(but i suggest not to take all of this into one:divide Daves "depression" as one aswell has "The Great Work" )...

insectmind2k7

No need to divide observer from observed.

Jesse G

It's growing on me but it is still very creepy!

Hello Dolly

Genius

Karl Lux Lusitania

I fear there might be some censorship about the other tracks. Shame. Shame. Shame…. I don't like Tibet now and what he's doing now, but that's his thing, let it be, but this… this is one of the best of the 80s. This is edited because of some typos and not because of second thoughts or cold feet. . Have a nice day, David, even though I think you've lost it…

T. N.

What the fuck are you talking about 'censorship' for?

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