100
Damjon Marcus Lyrics
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Of clueless blues,
Pays the views,
And no-mans news.
Blades will fade from blood to sport,
The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Smokers rode a colonial pig, [Smoke is rolling colonial pink,]
Drink and frame this pain i think.
You bleed your wings and then disappear.
The moving scenes and pilot lights, [...pyre lights]
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
And battle lines are drawn across this town.
Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames, [Talk me down...]
And nothing's changed.
Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like 1968 again.
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Well pretty flames.
In school I would just bite my tongue,
And now your words they strike me down. [But now your words have struck me dumb.]
The flags are false and they contradict,
They point and click which wounds to lick,
On avenues this christian breeze,
Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
It frays this skin and then underscore.
The case for war you spin and bleed,
The sales you feel screensavers feed,
The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The moving scenes and suburbanites,
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
The battle lines are drawn across this town.
English boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Hearts and minds and US Planes,
Nothing's changed...
And english boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like the 1980's again,
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
More pretty flames.
The lyrics of "100" by Damjon Marcus are a poignant reflection on the state of contemporary society, with a particular focus on the prevalence of violence, drugs, and political unrest. The opening lines describe the singer wandering through a city wearing "clueless blues" and observing the bleak and isolated realities of modern urban life. The image of "blades" that "fade from blood to sport" implies that violence has become so commonplace that it has lost its gravity and is now just another form of entertainment. Meanwhile, drug addiction is similarly pervasive, as evidenced by the "heroin" that has "cut these fuses short," leaving many people trapped in a cycle of self-destructive behavior.
The song also touches on themes of political protest and rebellion, referencing the "riots" of Paris in 1968 and the "1980s" in England. The repeated refrain "nothing's changed" underscores the idea that despite occasional outbreaks of unrest, the underlying problems of social and economic inequality persist. The line "the flags are false and they contradict" suggests a pervasive sense of disillusionment with traditional symbols of patriotism and national identity, as well as with the institutions and ideologies that are supposed to uphold those values.
Line by Line Meaning
In city shoes,
Wearing trendy urban shoes
Of clueless blues,
Feeling lost and uncertain
Pays the views,
People are obsessed with appearances
And no-mans news.
Ignoring important events affecting everyone
Blades will fade from blood to sport,
Violence is becoming normalized and trivialized
The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Drug addiction is destroying lives
Smokers rode a colonial pig,
People continue destructive habits despite their negative consequences
Drink and frame this pain i think.
Alcohol is used as a coping mechanism
I'm melting silver poles my dear,
Breaking down barriers and expectations
You bleed your wings and then disappear.
Self-destructive behavior leads to isolation and loss
The moving scenes and pilot lights,
Urban life and entertainment is distracting and deceiving
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
Destructive behavior is seen as a way to get ahead
Modern times come talk me down,
Feeling overwhelmed and disconnected from the world
And battle lines are drawn across this town.
Society is divided and in conflict
Parisian boys without your names,
Anonymous individuals from a particular urban area
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Symbols of oppression and poverty
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames,
Protesting the status quo and demanding change
And nothing's changed.
Despite efforts, the situation remains the same
Riot like 1968 again.
History repeats itself with violent protests
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
People are still angry and unsatisfied with the system
Well pretty flames.
But the resulting chaos can be beautiful
In school I would just bite my tongue,
Keeping quiet to avoid conflict
And now your words they strike me down.
But now others' words have a powerful impact on me
The flags are false and they contradict,
National identity is misleading and hypocritical
They point and click which wounds to lick,
Media decides which issues to focus on and exploit
On avenues this christian breeze,
Religion and morality are corrupted in modern society
Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Addiction and self-destructive behavior are rampant
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
We become addicted to the damaging aspects of society
It frays this skin and then underscore.
This behavior damages us physically and mentally
The case for war you spin and bleed,
Political leaders justify violence for their own gain
The sales you feel screensavers feed,
Capitalism and consumerism perpetuate destructive behavior
The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
Media perpetuates damaging stereotypes and ideals
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
People are drawn to harmful behavior and negativity
The moving scenes and suburbanites,
Even people outside of the city are affected by negative behavior
English boys without your names,
Anonymous individuals from a particular urban area
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Symbols of oppression and poverty
Hearts and minds and US Planes,
Violence perpetuated by powerful nations
Nothing's changed...
Despite efforts, the situation remains the same
And english boys without your names,
Anonymous individuals from a particular urban area
Riot like the 1980's again,
History repeats itself with violent protests
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
People are still angry and unsatisfied with the system
More pretty flames.
But the resulting chaos can be beautiful
Contributed by Levi C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@johnlukic986
Respect ✊ from
Australia
Proud to be Albanian
👐🇦🇱
@yig_sulovic
@Albion Laci he should be assimilated
@credo3497
@Albion Laci Albanians with last names ending in Ic or Ovic are likely from Yugoslavia where they had their last names forcibly changed. My last name used to end with an Ic but my parents had it changed back to Aj.
@Albanianwarrior23
Great song and Proud to be Albanian.. FORVER.......
@canimeri5449
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@chrisWTG
love my albanians, NYC!!! te dua shqipe!!
@eyupgunay7918
Respekt flamuri e shqiptaret pershendetje nga stambolli edhe kumanoves 🇦🇱
@blerbela7767
Mad respect for this one Damjon, you turned the heat up in Tirana dawg
@mirihasanni1127
im literally surprise how this song still doesn't have a million views or more . well done shqipe 👌👍
@vaselgjelaj3387
This song is about Albanian Illyrian people as one our history and love for our land no Christian no Muslim just Albanian love for our blood. Love my Albanian Illyrian people God Bless