100
Demetria McKinney Lyrics
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Of clueless blues,
Pays the views,
And no-mans news.
Blades will fade from blood to sport,
The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Smokers rode a colonial pig, [Smoke is rolling colonial pink,]
Drink and frame this pain i think.
You bleed your wings and then disappear.
The moving scenes and pilot lights, [...pyre lights]
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
And battle lines are drawn across this town.
Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames, [Talk me down...]
And nothing's changed.
Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like 1968 again.
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Well pretty flames.
In school I would just bite my tongue,
And now your words they strike me down. [But now your words have struck me dumb.]
The flags are false and they contradict,
They point and click which wounds to lick,
On avenues this christian breeze,
Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
It frays this skin and then underscore.
The case for war you spin and bleed,
The sales you feel screensavers feed,
The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The moving scenes and suburbanites,
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
The battle lines are drawn across this town.
English boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Hearts and minds and US Planes,
Nothing's changed...
And english boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like the 1980's again,
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
More pretty flames.
The song "100" by Demetria McKinney seems to be a commentary on the current state of society and how we are often oblivious to what is really happening around us. The first verse refers to people in "city shoes" who are "clueless" about the bigger picture and only focus on what is right in front of them. The reference to "no-mans news" could be suggesting that we are only getting a one-sided view of what is happening and missing out on important information. The second verse talks about drug use and how it is becoming an increasingly common way for people to cope with their pain. The lines "blades will fade from blood to sport" and "heroin's cut these fuses short" suggest that drug use is not just harmful to the individual but also to those around them.
The chorus then references "Parisian boys" and "English boys" who are "rioting" and bringing about change, but ultimately end up with "nothing's changed" and "pretty flames" which could be interpreted as empty gestures that ultimately lead to destruction. The final verse references the falseness of politics and media and how we are often swayed by what we are told to believe. The lines "the case for war you spin and bleed" and "the graceless charm of your gutter snipes" suggest that those in power will do whatever it takes to maintain their position. The final chorus again references rioting and the idea that nothing has really changed even though there may be a temporary moment of revolution.
Line by Line Meaning
In city shoes,
Wearing fancy shoes in the city,
Of clueless blues,
Feeling lost and uncertain,
Pays the views,
Trying to blend in with the crowd,
And no-mans news.
Ignoring the latest gossip.
Blades will fade from blood to sport,
Violence will become commonplace and trivialized.
The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Drug addiction destroys lives.
Smokers rode a colonial pig,
People are addicted to smoking cigarettes that have harmful ingredients.
Drink and frame this pain i think.
Trying to numb the pain with alcohol.
I'm melting silver poles my dear,
Emotions are overwhelming.
You bleed your wings and then disappear.
Suffering and then vanishing.
The moving scenes and pilot lights,
The glamour and brightness of Hollywood.
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
People are chasing success and fame at any cost.
Modern times come talk me down,
Feeling overwhelmed by the chaos of modern society.
And battle lines are drawn across this town.
There is tension and conflict in the city.
Parisian boys without your names,
Unimportant young men in Paris.
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Poor people using rocks instead of expensive jewelry.
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames,
Trying to calm down the chaos.
And nothing's changed.
Despite efforts, nothing has improved.
Riot like 1968 again.
Protests and violence like in 1968 Paris.
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Despite protests and turmoil, nothing has improved.
Well pretty flames.
But the fires still burn.
In school I would just bite my tongue,
Suppressing oneself in school to fit in.
And now your words they strike me down.
Words can be hurtful and damaging.
The flags are false and they contradict,
National pride is deceptive and hypocritical.
They point and click which wounds to lick,
The media decides what issues people focus on.
On avenues this christian breeze,
Religious influence on society.
Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Ignoring the drug addiction problem.
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
Addiction makes people crave more.
It frays this skin and then underscore.
Addiction slowly destroys a person.
The case for war you spin and bleed,
Justifications for war are false and cause suffering.
The sales you feel screensavers feed,
Consumerism is driven by advertising.
The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
Manipulating minds through entertainment.
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
Ugliness in society masked as beauty.
The moving scenes and suburbanites,
The glamour and superficiality of suburban life.
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
Despite the brokenness, people still strive for success.
Modern times come talk me down,
Feeling overwhelmed by the chaos of modern society.
The battle lines are drawn across this town.
Tension and conflict in the city.
English boys without your names,
Unimportant young men in England.
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Poor people using rocks instead of expensive jewelry.
Hearts and minds and US Planes,
Combat and war as a solution.
Nothing's changed...
Despite efforts, nothing improves.
And english boys without your names,
Unimportant young men in England.
Riot like the 1980's again,
Protests and violence like in 1980s England.
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Despite protests and turmoil, nothing has improved.
More pretty flames.
But the fires still burn.
Contributed by Levi C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@chanels7452
Omg wow she's actually really good I love this song why isn't she getting more recognition?!
@yuejima1
Right, because I just watched porsha's video and she was horrible but DM sounds good
@DeeBaby365
The first time I heard this record I was all in😎 she absolutely did a Fantastic job I totally agree🍸
@brittanyglover9875
agreed!!
@Leonard_Wilson
+Chanel S Because she doesn't act like a prostitute like Rihanna. This song reminds me of the peak of R&B in the mid-1990s.
@zyggibay7567
+Lynn Lynn Adele is talent, I don't know what this is.
@dana4696
She is so freaking talented and gorge. She should be all over airwaves!!
@Nepetamoon
I will still never understand why this song didn’t get more recognition.
@babygurl791001
I think that Demetria did a GREAT job. Congrats Lady. For all of the negative comments, You Tried It. There is always a line around the block to kill someone's dream. Some people NEVER have anything positive to say. She looked Great & sounded even better. I hope that she gets everything she wants. Good Luck Demetria.
@SuperHurricane75
I am impressed!!!!! I was not expecting her to be this good, and pretty!!!!! I LOVE IT!