Language Games
Deafheaven Lyrics


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We're still laughing over lore.
Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored.
Swimming in monotony. Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom.
And still, we swallow the surface.

We brought our boredom to the lights.
Spoiled the city. Blind to the ocean. Deaf to the heavens.
Carving a shut in symphony with memory's masturbation.

I've talked it out.
Doomed to be a spoiled child.
A pupil in the eyes of forever.
I knit the fire. I stared into the mirror.
A prisoner to the past. A ghost to the present.





Put down your glass. Don't raise a toast to your slaving bloodline now.
Come to life. Walk the roads to Judah, tonight.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Deafheaven's song Language Games paint a picture of individuals stuck in the monotony of their existence. The opening lines depict their tendency to reminisce over past events, represented by the phrase "still laughing over lore." Their discussion revolves around moments from the past, such as "a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank." These memories are a reminder of their boredom and their inability to escape their circumstances.


The following lyrics represent an attempt to break free from the monotony, as evidenced by their arrival at the city. However, their efforts are in vain, as they remain "blind to the ocean" and "deaf to the heavens." These sensory details imply that the individual's experiences are incomplete and that they are unable to fully engage with their surroundings. The mention of "memory's masturbation" also suggests that their past experiences have become a source of personal pleasure.


The song's concluding lyrics urge the listener to break from this cycle of enslavement and embrace life, symbolized by walking the roads to Judah. The phrase "don't raise a toast to your slaving bloodline now" implies that it is essential to break from past patterns and traditions to move forward.


Line by Line Meaning

We're still laughing over lore.
We are still finding amusement in ancient tales.


Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored.
We continue to discuss meaningless topics that do not stimulate our minds or spark any excitement.


Swimming in monotony. Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom.
We are living in a drab routine and uninspiring environment that is slowly draining our energy and creativity.


And still, we swallow the surface.
Despite our dissatisfaction with life, we continue to accept the shallow and superficial nature of our existence.


We brought our boredom to the lights.
We have allowed our lack of engagement to impact our surroundings and cast a negative light on the world.


Spoiled the city. Blind to the ocean. Deaf to the heavens.
We have tainted the beauty of the city with our negativity, remain oblivious to the vastness of the ocean, and are unwilling to listen to the wisdom of the universe.


Carving a shut in symphony with memory's masturbation.
We are crafting an introspective and self-indulgent work of art that dwells on past experiences and emotions.


I've talked it out.
I have exhausted all possible discussion on the matter.


Doomed to be a spoiled child.
Fated to be immature and selfish, lacking proper perspective and appreciation for life.


A pupil in the eyes of forever.
A mere student in the grand scope of time and the universe.


I knit the fire. I stared into the mirror.
I am the one who created this passion and intensity, and reflect on it with introspection.


A prisoner to the past. A ghost to the present.
I am held captive by past memories and experiences, feeling detached from the present moment.


Put down your glass. Don't raise a toast to your slaving bloodline now.
Cease your current actions of drinking and celebrating your familial heritage because it has led you to a cycle of servitude and insignificance.


Come to life. Walk the roads to Judah, tonight.
Wake up and start living, take a journey towards finding enlightenment or discovering a higher purpose in life.




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