Narrowing
Delmer Darion Lyrics


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Carried through glowing halls,
Past last-call bars.
The hammers are damp and old
And ancient, calling.

A whisper of ivory, a stack of smoke
Which slowly reveals the hands that never stop.




Overall Meaning

The first line of the song 'Carried through glowing halls' seems like a metaphorical description of being carried through life, with the glowing halls representing the good times and the happiness that one experiences. However, they are being carried past last-call bars which suggests that the good times are coming to an end and it's time to move on. The next line, 'The hammers are damp and old' portrays a dreary and desolate atmosphere. It signifies that the end of good times has come and the singer is in a state of despair.


'Ancient, calling' can be interpreted in several ways, it could be a reference to the singer's ancestors, or it could mean that the singer feels like an ancient person, out of touch with the modern world, and is calling out for help. The next part of the song, 'A whisper of ivory, a stack of smoke' is another metaphorical representation, with the 'whisper of ivory' indicating the sound of the singer's plea and the 'stack of smoke' representing the fog or confusion that surrounds their situation.


The last line, 'Which slowly reveals the hands that never stop' could mean that the singer's predicament is gradually becoming clear, and the 'hands that never stop' could represent time, which relentlessly moves on regardless of the situation. The lyrics of 'Narrowing In' are thought-provoking and prompt listeners to reflect upon their lives and the inevitable changes that come with it.


Line by Line Meaning

Carried through glowing halls,
Escorted through brilliantly illuminated corridors,


Past last-call bars.
Moving beyond establishments still serving drinks minutes before closing time.


The hammers are damp and old
The mallets used are wet and antiquated


And ancient, calling.
They are aged and are enticingly inviting


A whisper of ivory, a stack of smoke
A faint sound of a white material and accumulation of fumes


Which slowly reveals the hands that never stop.
Gradually unveiling non-stop active hands.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Oliver Jack, Thomas Lenton

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