Wildering
Delmer Darion Lyrics
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Empty streets, tongue between His teeth.
Leads the way, leads the way, narrowing.
Neon plash, full of fume, cracking.
Severed roots, grainy bloom, snow-flecked.
To the lake, curdled air, soundless.
The lyrics to Delmer Darion's song Wildering paint a picture of an atmospheric and dreamy landscape, with the singer walking through a misty and rainy city at night. The imagery in the song is both concrete and abstract, with the focus on sensory impressions rather than a clear narrative or storyline. The first line references a "pall of mist" and "knock of rain," creating a sense of dampness and chill. The second line refers to "His fugue," which could suggest loneliness or confusion. The mention of an "empty street" adds to the sense of desolation.
The song's chorus, "leads the way, leads the way, narrowing," creates a feeling of claustrophobia or being trapped. The image of a "neon plash" suggests the artificiality of the city, while the "grainy bloom" and "snow-flecked" landscape suggest a natural world that has been disrupted by human development. The mention of a "curdled air" and "soundless" lake adds to the eerie, otherworldly atmosphere of the song.
Line by Line Meaning
Pall of mist, knock of rain. His fugue.
An overwhelming feeling of confusion and disorientation caused by the heavy mist and rain that surrounds him.
Empty streets, tongue between His teeth.
Walking through empty, deserted streets with a feeling of anxiousness, as if he's holding his breath, his tongue between his teeth.
Leads the way, leads the way, narrowing.
Moving forward, following a path that seems to narrow with each step he takes. He keeps going, despite feeling trapped and suffocated.
Neon plash, full of fume, cracking.
The bright lights of the city, filled with smoke and pollution, are beginning to feel oppressive and suffocating, causing a sense of cracking within him.
Severed roots, grainy bloom, snow-flecked.
Feeling a sense of loss and disconnectedness from his roots, while at the same time experiencing the beauty of a snow-flecked landscape.
To the lake, curdled air, soundless.
Arriving at a lake where the air feels thick and curdled, devoid of any sound or movement. A feeling of isolation and loneliness envelops him.
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Written by: Oliver Jack, Thomas Lenton
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