Ink in the well
David Sylvian Lyrics


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The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and vales
Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the strongest
Picasso is painting the ships in the harbour
The wind and sails
These are years with a genius for living

The rope is cut, the rabbit is loose
(fire at will in this open season)
The blood of a poet, the ink in the well
(it's all written down in this age of reason)

The animals run through harvested fields of fire
The bitterness shown on the face of the homeless
Picasso is painting the flames from the houses
The sudden rain
These are years with a genius for living

The rope has been cut, the rabbit is loose
(fire at will in this open season)
The blood of a poet, the ink in the well
(it's all written down in this age of reason)





Fire at will

Overall Meaning

In this song, David Sylvian paints a vivid picture of a world in tumult. The first verse speaks of nostalgia burning in the hearts of even the strongest as the lights of the ashes smolder through hills and vales. The image of Picasso painting the ships in the harbor adds to the atmosphere of a world at war, where ships were essential for transport and trade. This is juxtaposed with the wind and sails - a symbol of the freedom that is being taken away by war. The second verse adds to the sense of chaos with the image of animals running through harvested fields of fire and the bitterness shown on the face of the homeless. Picasso continues to paint, this time painting the flames from the houses. The sudden rain serves as a temporary respite from the chaos, and Sylvian acknowledges that these are years with a genius for living.


The chorus is particularly interesting. "The rope is cut, the rabbit is loose" is a metaphor for the breakdown of society’s order, when chaos is set in motion. "Fire at will in this open season" is a call to arms, urging people to act, take risks and make things happen in a world where everything is up for grabs. "The blood of a poet, the ink in the well" acknowledges the power of words and ideas to move people, and in a world of chaos, writing can be a way for people to make sense of things and leave a record of what’s happened.


Overall, Ink in the Well is a powerful and moving song about the chaos of war and the power of art and writing to make sense of it all.


Line by Line Meaning

The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and vales
The light from the burning ashes illuminates the surroundings.


Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the strongest
The strongest people also feel the pain of nostalgia.


Picasso is painting the ships in the harbour
Picasso is creating art that depicts ships in the harbor.


The wind and sails
The movement of air is powering the sailing vessels.


These are years with a genius for living
This is a time when people are living with great creativity and intelligence.


The rope is cut, the rabbit is loose
The constraints have been released and there is freedom.


(fire at will in this open season)
Take advantage of this time of opportunity to act without restriction.


The blood of a poet, the ink in the well
The passion and creativity of a writer is captured in the ink they use.


(it's all written down in this age of reason)
Everything is documented and recorded in this rational era.


The animals run through harvested fields of fire
Wildlife is fleeing through fields where crops have been burnt down.


The bitterness shown on the face of the homeless
The homeless display a harsh attitude due to their circumstances.


Picasso is painting the flames from the houses
Picasso is creating art that shows houses on fire.


The sudden rain
A rain shower that arrives quickly and unexpectedly.


These are years with a genius for living
This is a time when people are living with great creativity and intelligence.


The rope has been cut, the rabbit is loose
The constraints have been released and there is freedom.


(fire at will in this open season)
Take advantage of this time of opportunity to act without restriction.


The blood of a poet, the ink in the well
The passion and creativity of a writer is captured in the ink they use.


(it's all written down in this age of reason)
Everything is documented and recorded in this rational era.




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Comments from YouTube:

Athena's Sigil

The song is so beautifully played, punctuated with David's dark baritone and the Mark Isham's flugal horn solo....

Ande Gonzalez

This is probably my favorite David Sylvian song, along with: Weathered Wall, Red Guitar, Brilliant Trees, Taking the Veil, Silver Moon, Wave, and Orpheus.

Moi

phenomenal track.

takumi o

thank you👍🎵

two turntables

I miss Japan. He & Mick Karn were great.

Vincenzo joydivision

la MIA ADOLESCENZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA....LA MIA VITA !!!!!!!!!!!

takumi o

thank you〰️〰️🎵👍

Koenraad Koerts

Zo mooi

takumi o

thank you👍🎵

TheGenreman

Danny Thompson giving it a Nick Drake/John Martyn vibe