Touch
Daft Punk / Paul Williams Lyrics
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I remember touch
Touch, touch
I remember touch
Where do I belong?
Touch, I need something more
I remember touch
I need something more in my mind
Touch, I remember touch
Pictures came with touch
A painter in my mind
Tell me what you see
A tourist in a dream
A visitor, it seems
A half-forgotten song
Where do I belong?
Tell me what you see
I need something more
Kiss, suddenly alive
Happiness arrive
Hunger like a storm
How do I begin?
A room within a room
A door behind a door
Touch, where do you lead?
I need something more
Tell me what you see
I need something more
Home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer, you're
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer, you're
Touch, sweet touch
You've given me too much to feel
Sweet touch
You've almost convinced me I'm real
I need something more
I need something more
The song "Touch" by Daft Punk featuring Paul Williams deals with the importance of human connection in the face of the increasing prevalence of technology and isolation. The lyrics “Touch, I remember touch, pictures came with touch” allude to the dangers of relying on technology and are presented as a nostalgic remembrance of a time when human connection was paramount. The lyrics continue with “tell me what you see, I need something more”, suggesting that technology has made available to us all kinds of information and yet many people are still unsatisfied, craving genuine human intimacy.
The second verse continues to use the metaphor of human touch to represent the search for meaning and a sense of purpose in life. It refers to a “room within a room, a door behind a door”, which could symbolize the many layers of the self, that need to be understood before a deeper sense of self can be reached. The lyrics “touch, where do you lead? I need something more” suggest that in order to find true meaning in life, one must be willing to take risks and step out of their comfort zone.
The chorus of the song is particularly powerful. “Touch, sweet touch, you’ve given me too much to feel” suggests a vulnerability and discomfort that comes with the search for genuine human connectivity, while “you’ve almost convinced me I’m real, I need something more” speaks to our inherent needs as humans to be understood and validated by one another.
Line by Line Meaning
Touch, I remember touch
I recall the sensation of touch
Pictures came with touch
The act of touching brought back memories
A painter in my mind
My imagination is vivid and colorful
Tell me what you see
Share with me your perception of this situation
A tourist in a dream
I feel like an outsider in my own thoughts
A visitor it seems
My thoughts are unpredictable and unfamiliar
A half-forgotten song
A melody that was once familiar but now distant
Where do I belong?
I feel lost and unsure of my place in the world
Tell me what you see
Help me find clarity in my thoughts
I need something more
I desire a deeper understanding
Kiss, suddenly alive
A spontaneous act of passion
Happiness arrive
A feeling of joy and contentment
Hunger like a storm
A strong desire that cannot be ignored
How do I begin?
I am overwhelmed and unsure of how to proceed
A room within a room
A hidden space within an enclosed area
A door behind a door
An entrance that is not readily apparent
Touch, where do you lead?
I am curious about the potential outcomes of this physical contact
I need something more
I desire a deeper understanding
Tell me what you see
Help me find clarity in my thoughts
I need something more
I desire a deeper understanding
Hold on
Wait a moment
If love is the answer you hold
If love is the solution you possess
Touch, sweet touch
Physical contact that is pleasurable
You've given me too much to feel
The intensity of sensation is overwhelming
Sweet touch
Pleasurable physical contact
You've almost convinced me I'm real
The sensation of touch is so vivid it feels like reality
I need something more
I desire a deeper understanding
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Christopher Paul Caswell, Guy Manuel Homem Christo, Paul Hamilton Williams, Thomas Bangalter
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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merci beaucoup daft punk!
FOREVER
@talkssometimes
0:00 To me, the beginning is like a robot recounting his past. Broken, worn out, forgotten. Consumed by his memories of better times. Obsessed over them. His lost ability to do. To do anything. Finished alongside the world. Unable to do more. Truly at an everlasting end. We dive deeper and deeper into it's turmoil, until we awaken to his past: When the lyrics begin.
1:54 Here, I imagine a cut to the robot becoming conscious. The cadence of the music matching his thoughts at the time. Like a baby born into the world and crying for the first time. Not knowing what his feelings are: Why was he made? why can he think at all? He has a job to do, why not do it without complicating anything? He asks "what do you see in me? i don't make sense." (Tell me what you see, I need something more.)
2:36 The sudden shift in tone is when he sees something and forms an idea of it. How he FEELS about it. It was his thought. What he felt didn't mean anything. Not to anyone but him. His circuits light up. His memory banks open. This dream he was merely forced to witness was HIS now. He looks around more wondering in wonder at how much there really was. Sure, he already knows what it all looks like. what it does. But the captivating thing to him was how HE was seeing it now. The "why?" of it all had overtaken him. He had questions. He wanted them answered. He had PURPOSE. The off-standing researchers watch him eagerly out of sight.
He gets up from his original room, walks to the door to find a hallway behind it. He really understands he is in a facility now, part of something bigger. He is going to find out what it is. what his place in it is.
3:01 Eventually he stumbles toward a room, one the researchers had set up for him to observe and learn. It was full of toys, interactive computer equipment, books and e books.
3:15 But eye-catching to him is a corner full of instruments: a large grand piano in the middle as a center piece. Hesitantly, and eagerly, he approaches it. sitting on the bench, he hits a few notes. unknown to him, he was created with perfect tone. He hits keys. He begins to favor other ones. He finds out which ones sound even better together. Which should come after the other. He lights up, he has purpose. He has freedom. He has something to express it through. At this point, we spin around the scene and cut into the future. He is out in the world, playing in a jazz band. Behind him an energetic crowd and around him talented and understanding band mates. Through here on out, we see various cuts of his life as a professional musician, travelling, playing, something new and exciting always waiting for him somewhere, like it always has been. His craft is approaching perfection. His friends are content. His creators are immensely pleased.
4:17 And strangely it begins to feel different. The same as always, but now somehow different. He hadn't aged. He couldn't. Although he had been sure he could do this forever, it was different now that he actually end up doing it. Off put by this, he watches the world around him happen so quickly. His mind runs millions of times faster then any one person's. He sees the gap between him and others. He is quietly curious of the emotion of "love." He, being programmed to think individually, didn't seem to have his own definition of love. He reflects. His life's spark. To learn. To improve. To belong. It was his love. He would hold onto it. He lived in it, it was his home. His answer. He methodically begins to reassure himself of this, and years fly past him. Band to band, into and out of irrelevancy... decade after decade, century to century, the performing robot. He kept it up all the same, until one day, while simply playing his instrument...
5:36 He does it. He finishes. He wasn't aware he was close, but the moment it had happened he froze, horrified. He had played it all. All of the piano's tunes.
To perfection.
He could no longer learn. He had been taught, had taught, experimented, made mistakes, created genres, made masterpieces in existing ones, and the whole world had seen and appreciated the work and switched to doubt it later. His instrument couldn't bring him more. He finished the tune. Nothing to play. Although he considered running another number, what would that do for him? He needed the new, the exciting, and it had run out, just like that. It would be feeble to try and find more from it. and then a bigger realization: he could try something else, but eventually he would define that thing to himself as well. For the first time ever, he can see an end: what he could find would run out some day. He was not immortal. His love wasn't meant to last.
6:03 His memories begin to be recounted. His first moments in the sun. Fireworks. Award shows. Being booed off the stage. Block parties. Each a new, painful emotion.
But even in this melancholy, he knew he had one option: to begin on his inevitable path. He would perfect it all one day. As he walks away from the now obsolete piano, we begin to see him grow and become more and more, but remember his glaring end along side him. He learns each part of every band, and even plays entire bands himself. He takes it all to the very limit and moves along, hoping to delay the end he will one day reach. He mastered music eventually, his younger counterpart's dream. Then he went to the rest of entertainment and arts. Then education. Then politics. Then so forth. He masters the most basic tasks to the most elite and ambitious jobs in the world. Creating new. Experiencing it. Bloating it in an attempt to satisfy his impossible need. This too became boring. He began menial tasks he would randomly think up. Anything was fair game. Centuries move by. Millenia. He still holds his love dearly. He could still find home.
7:46: But alas, our fated end. His love itself had been mastered. The humans around him could no longer interest him. Many had moved on, like they had before. To the next piece of the universe they could go to survive. He had been along with them many times, each ending the same way. The world was no longer a problem to be solved. He had never brought peace, since such a thing could not be done. He knew that better then anyone. Anything. So here he sits, on this finalized rock. Time was already beginning to repeat itself. He was given the human spirit, along with it a body that would not decay. He was the living embodiment of immortality. But now, he was dead. Fully conscious and aware within his body, but dead. He had killed the human spirit. Realized it's age. He had done it all and then again. Now, on this now dying, spent planet he sat, unmoving. He briefly observed his surroundings again, hoping for a memory error to give him a chance renew something in there, but that had been something he solved and unsolved. It was time. Time to be done. To be complete. He briefly recalls his younger times, which he considered reliving. But it would all bring him back here again, leaving it with no point as well. And with this logical conclusion, he stood, unable to quit. On standby until existence was over. It wasn't enough for him anyway. He needed something more....
@reborn9025
@@tomvideo6051 It isn't about sex. Maybe you should be the one to come back in 3-4 years. The beginning is in reference to Phantom of the Paradised, which was a huge influence on daft punk. The song is about a robot that was human or longs to be human, "I remember touch," and the album title ,"Random Access Memories," are other obvious indicators. So he longs for the touch that he remembers in his memories. If all you took away from this was sex, then clearly you don't understand. Just read the other comments which are all in agreement with what I said.
If that isn't enough here; crazy what a simple google search can do:
"This switches from a love song to disco to a ballad sung by a robot voice and back again. "'Touch' was the first track we started working on and almost the last to finish because it was the most complex," Bangalter told NME. "We recorded 250 tracks to make that one song.
"It's an interesting metaphor for the concept of the album," he continued. "The similarities between the hard drive and the brain. It's about the random way that memories are 'downloaded' into your train of thought. The most important records in music, whether it's Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd, or The White Albumor Sgt. Pepper or Quadrophenia or Tommy, are the ones that take you on a journey for miles and miles."
Sources:
( https://genius.com/13549374 )
( https://www.songfacts.com/facts/daft-punk/touch )
( https://www.reddit.com/r/DaftPunk/comments/1iys4w/what_the_hell_is_up_with_touch/ )
( https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107859455862/ )
@axeld1557
it's okay to cry, let's cry together
@hcgraham1213
It’s just so sad
@DOGSON_705
I needed this..
@littlepoppy6094
😢
@rumithepurr
GG
@manurosales_
im devastated
@Henry_Chroma
So, this is actually Daft Punk's “Ending theme”. Gorgeous.
@LucaMusicBeats
they are great!🥳🥳
@hosmangalvez9848
Sad
@Onexrys
Yea...