Random Acts of Senseless Violence
David Sylvian Lyrics


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Under yellow light
Comes the face of tomorrow
Lights the fuse
Gives meaning to
All that was previously hollow

To a soundtrack of sirens
And mute aspiration
The express train to Heathrow
First of the morning
Is leaving the station

Our reckless sun rises
On the tip of the iceberg
Hidden in plain sight
Still alive and full of surprises
A generation gone soft
Over new acquisitions, that can't take the edge off

I've put away my childish things
Abandoned my silence too
For the future will contain
Random acts of senseless violence

The target's hit will be non-specific
We'll roll the numbers play with chance
All suitable locations unplanned in advance

Someone's back kitchen, stacked like a factory
With improvised devices, there's bound to injuries
With improvised devices

No phone-ins, no courtesy, no kindness
And the future will contain
Random acts of senseless violence

And it's not just the boredom
It's something endemic
It's the fear of disorder
Stretched to its limits

And the safety of numbers is just a contrivance
For the future will contain
Random acts of senseless violence





Democracy is very
Democracy is very, very

Overall Meaning

fragile
Let's give it a big hand


The lyrics of David Sylvian's song "Random Acts of Senseless Violence" paint a bleak picture of the future, one in which violence has become random, reckless, and ubiquitous. Sylvian begins by noting that the "face of tomorrow" is illuminated only by "yellow light," suggesting a world in which clarity and hope are in short supply. However, the arrival of this new day also "lights the fuse" and "gives meaning to all that was previously hollow," suggesting that the chaos to come might be a kind of twisted rebirth.


Sylvian goes on to describe a world in which the "express train to Heathrow" is the first sign of life in a city that is otherwise silent but for the sound of sirens. He notes that this world is full of surprises and hidden dangers; even the sun rises on the "tip of the iceberg," implying that there is always more to fear just below the surface. Sylvian is critical of what he sees as a generation that has "gone soft" and is preoccupied with "new acquisitions," which he believes are inadequate for dealing with the violence that is on the horizon.


The song's chorus reflects Sylvian's grim vision of the future: "For the future will contain / Random acts of senseless violence." He imagines attacks that are "non-specific," carried out with "improvised devices" in places that have been "unplanned in advance." Sylvian suggests that this violence will be motivated not just by boredom, but by a deeper sense of "fear of disorder" and a "safety in numbers" that is ultimately illusory. The song's final lines seem to offer a warning to the listener that democracy itself is "very, very fragile" and in need of protection.




Lyrics © Red Brick Music Publishing
Written by: CHRISTIAN FENNESZ, DAVID SYLVAIN, KEITH ROWE, MICHAEL MOSER, WERNER DAFELDECKER

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