...From Mole Hills
Dälek Lyrics


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Basic blocks to breath topple under bare bleeding feet
Wince at stabbing pain in left lobe as mighty sword's unsheathed
Source of all life lies in East, the source of all life lies in East.
Feel the rumble of them bombed trains, third railed from beneath
I walk with tattered scrolls on these ill lonely streets
Babble last true tongue, could give a fuck where you from
Travel torn path, swung as pendulum
Now my thread of life's come undone
Remember back when Uzi's weighed a ton?
Now ever kid's got one.
Dipped in platinum bathed in aggression
Succumb to last temptation
Lost all my patience
Peace to last bastion:
Afrika... Zulu nation.
Lyrics laced with oils from inner works of mental reservoir
The world in ill discord
Pray to ancient ancestors
Pray to ancient ancestors.

Remember days of cardboard, fat lace, and krylon?
Microphones and twelves, tools we all relied on
Niggas dropped a verse, the thought was one to die on
I remember hip hop, that's my Mt. Zion.

Bygones be bygones so many souls wore thin
My world lies in famine, I wander with kinsmen
Through dismal slums of ignorance
Wash my hands in pool of absolution
Keep warm with torn blanket of revolution
Quite useless shut one's eyes once realized
You glide through this darkness
Embark upon this, solom crusade to save the only gift our God gave
The curse is manmade, designed to turn blessed to slaves
Forgave the weak minded two weeks into journey
Again travel untraveled road on scrapped knee
Broke bread with those bums who taught speech
In attempt to reach nirvana
Ye of poor karma,
None calmer in old age, young sage turn page on brittle text
There's no time left
What must I stress?
Demons colorless, infest our own earth
Immersed in tainted dirt
Could never quite quench my own thirst for ancient drums
There lies a language in the noise and the hum
Prepare for martyrdom, prepare for martyrdom
I speak that ancient tongue
There lies a language in (the noise and the hum)

Remember days of cardboard, fat lace, and krylon?
Microphones and twelves, tools we all relied on
Niggas dropped a verse, the thought was one to die on
I remember hip hop, that's my Mt. Zion.

Lost equilibrium, wish I fell to '85
Verbal vagabond blessed for being blind
Etched my paradigm in Sanskrit at age nine
So why these kids swear to God I'm unrefined?
Still swig from sacred liquid language
Poor as fuck but seem to manage
Non average urban savage
You living lavish when this world is pure survival
Best you hide in the corners of your mind for sitting idle
Breathing air is vital,
You pray to false idols
No feelings in recitals when you only search for titles




Feel so suicidal, but couldn't give you joy.
Four elements of this only for the B-boys (B-girls)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to dälek's song "From Mole Hills" present a powerful commentary on both personal struggles and societal issues. The opening lines describe the difficulties of existing in a world where the most basic necessities, like air and solid ground, are unstable and unreliable, and the pain that comes with facing those obstacles alone. The mention of a sword being unsheathed likely represents the imminent threat of danger in a violent and unpredictable world.


The reference to the source of all life lying in the East reflects the importance of connecting with one's roots and history in a world that often tries to erase those connections. The rumble of bombed trains points to the destruction and chaos caused by oppressive forces, and the singer's journey through these ill and lonely streets.


The verse shifts to a reflection on hip hop, the culture that has been a source of solace and inspiration for so many. The nostalgia for days when hip hop was all about creativity and passion is palpable, and the contrast with today's world where violence and materialism prevail is stark. The mention of the Zulu nation pays homage to hip hop's deep roots in African culture and reminds us that the true essence of the movement is about unity and resistance against oppression.


The second half of the song continues to touch on themes of struggle and survival, with references to poverty, revolution, and the power of language. The singer acknowledges their own past mistakes and limitations but remains committed to the path of enlightenment and liberation. The mention of Sanskrit, a sacred language in Hinduism and Buddhism, further emphasizes the spiritual and historical connections that can offer guidance and strength in difficult times.


Overall, "From Mole Hills" is a masterful combination of personal reflection, social commentary, and poetic imagery that urges the listener to stay vigilant and resolute in the face of adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

Basic blocks to breath topple under bare bleeding feet
The basic necessities of life are becoming more and more out of reach, making it difficult to survive.


Wince at stabbing pain in left lobe as mighty sword's unsheathed
The pain of living in a violent world is ever-present, and it hurts deeply.


Source of all life lies in East, the source of all life lies in East.
The origins of life and wisdom can be found in the East and Eastern traditions.


Feel the rumble of them bombed trains, third railed from beneath
The aftermath of war and destruction is still felt, even in the streets and infrastructure of urban areas.


I walk with tattered scrolls on these ill lonely streets
The knowledge and wisdom of the past is all that remains as society crumbles, and it's a lonely journey to try to survive.


Babble last true tongue, could give a fuck where you from
Speaking the truth and maintaining cultural heritage matter more than nationality or origin.


Travel torn path, swung as pendulum
Life is a constant struggle between opposing forces, with every step feeling like a pendulum swinging back and forth.


Now my thread of life's come undone
The artist's life is falling apart, and they feel like they are unraveling.


Remember back when Uzi's weighed a ton?
Looking back at a time when violence was still present, but not to the extent it is now, in a sense wishing for a simpler past.


Now ever kid's got one.
The increase in violence has become so widespread, even children have access to deadly weapons.


Dipped in platinum bathed in aggression
The things people value have become warped, with aggression being a prized trait.


Succumb to last temptation
Even though they know it's wrong, people sometimes give in to destructive urges as their last resort.


Lost all my patience
The singer is at the end of their rope and has run out of patience for the state of the world.


Peace to last bastion: Afrika... Zulu nation.
A tribute to the African and Zulu cultures, seen as a source of uncorrupted wisdom and resilience.


Lyrics laced with oils from inner works of mental reservoir
The lyrics come from a deep well of personal experience and introspection.


The world in ill discord
The world is full of conflict, and it feels as though everything is falling apart.


Pray to ancient ancestors
Looking to the wisdom of the past for guidance and comfort.


Remember days of cardboard, fat lace, and krylon?
Nostalgia for the early days of hip hop and its associated culture, which was simpler and less violent.


Microphones and twelves, tools we all relied on
Music was created with simple tools, and it was all about the artistic expression rather than flash or showmanship.


Niggas dropped a verse, the thought was one to die on
The competitive nature of rap music made it feel like a matter of life and death to come up with the best lyrics.


I remember hip hop, that's my Mt. Zion.
Hip hop music and culture are like a spiritual home for the artist, a place of refuge and belonging.


Bygones be bygones so many souls wore thin
People are tired of holding grudges and just want to move on from the past.


My world lies in famine, I wander with kinsmen
The singer feels isolated and alone, surrounded by scarcity and hardship.


Through dismal slums of ignorance
The world can be an ignorant and oppressive place, especially in urban areas.


Wash my hands in pool of absolution
Seeking some kind of redemption or cleansing from the guilt and pain of the past.


Keep warm with torn blanket of revolution
Taking comfort in the hope of radical change and upheaval, even though it's a difficult and painful road.


Quite useless shut one's eyes once realized
It's too late to ignore the problems of the world, even though sometimes it feels overwhelming to face them.


You glide through this darkness
Even though life can be difficult, sometimes there is a sense of grace or ease in the way forward.


Embark upon this, solom crusade to save the only gift our God gave
The struggle to survive and find meaning in life is like a sacred mission, and they must fight to protect it.


The curse is manmade, designed to turn blessed to slaves
The hardships and injustices of the world are caused by the greed and corruption of human beings.


Forgave the weak minded two weeks into journey
There's no time to hold onto grudges or baggage when the journey is so difficult and uncertain.


Again travel untraveled road on scrapped knee
Even though the road ahead is full of obstacles and dangers, they must keep moving forward.


Broke bread with those bums who taught speech
Finding wisdom and insight in the most unexpected places, even among those who are seen as outcasts or homeless.


In attempt to reach nirvana
The search for enlightenment or peace in the midst of chaos and suffering.


Ye of poor karma, None calmer in old age, young sage turn page on brittle text
Even those who have suffered the most can find peace and wisdom later in life.


There's no time left
The urgency of the moment, and the fear that it may already be too late to make a difference.


What must I stress?
The frustration of feeling like they can't do anything to change the world, no matter how hard they try.


Demons colorless, infest our own earth
The evils of the world are pervasive and invisible, infecting everything and everyone.


Immersed in tainted dirt
The corruption and toxicity of the surrounding environment is overwhelming.


Could never quite quench my own thirst for ancient drums
The search for meaning and transcendence through music and spiritual tradition.


There lies a language in the noise and the hum
Even in the chaos and disorder of the world, there is a kind of hidden wisdom and meaning to be found.


Prepare for martyrdom, prepare for martyrdom
The struggle for truth and justice requires sacrifice and risk, even martyrdom.


I speak that ancient tongue
The singer has found insight and wisdom in ancient spiritual and cultural traditions, and seeks to share it with others.


Lost equilibrium, wish I fell to '85
Nostalgia for a time when things seemed simpler, and there was more hope for the future.


Verbal vagabond blessed for being blind
The artist is blessed with insight and wisdom, even though they are struggling to survive in a difficult world.


Etched my paradigm in Sanskrit at age nine
From a young age, the artist has been searching for deeper meaning and insight, and has found it in ancient traditions and cultures.


So why these kids swear to God I'm unrefined?
Despite their deep understanding and insight, the singer is misunderstood and seen as unsophisticated by others.


Still swig from sacred liquid language
Finding spiritual sustenance and comfort in the power of words and language.


Poor as fuck but seem to manage
Even with very little, the singer is able to find a way to survive and make it through another day.


Non average urban savage
The singer is a survivor, someone who has weathered the hardships and struggles of life in an urban environment.


You living lavish when this world is pure survival
The world is a harsh and unforgiving place, and those who are living comfortably have no idea what it's like to struggle to survive every day.


Best you hide in the corners of your mind for sitting idle
If you're not actively engaged in the struggle for survival and justice, you're not really living at all.


Breathing air is vital, You pray to false idols
The things people value and worship are often empty and meaningless, while the truly important things like life become forgotten.


No feelings in recitals when you only search for titles
People are more focused on fame and status than on genuine emotion and creativity.


Feel so suicidal, but couldn't give you joy.
Even though life can be brutally difficult, the singer wouldn't wish it on anyone else, and doesn't find satisfaction in the pain of others.


Four elements of this only for the B-boys (B-girls)
Hip hop culture and music are meant to be inclusive, with everyone given a chance to participate and express themselves.




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