Looters' Follies
Destroyer Lyrics


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You can huff and you can puff but you'll never destroy that stuff.
Finally, I see why, I suppose...
Kid, you better change your feathers cause you'll never fly with those things...
In These Nights... The boys sing - "Hello, emptiness! I heard you're alright.
I heard you're alright.
I've heard of you..."

A body aching, fragile, and pale: dark valleys house its trail.
Why can't you see that a life in art and a life of mimicry -
it's the same thing!?!

The room was crowded, and though you couldn't care less about it,
That much was true.
That month - another version of this miniature Rome to set fire to.
Why did we stop fucking around?
Girls like gazelles graze.
Boys wearing bells blaze new trails in sound.

I looked up.
I looked around.
A famous Toronto painter shot me down.
"Oh, I've busted my ass on these streets too long," he said.
I set fire to the bed and tore his gown...

Felt some mercurial presence, hitherto unknown.
It was the sun. It was a stone falling through blank space.
It was that jewel-encrusted roan getting in my face.


Looked across the way to The Princess Rooms.
I saw brides and their grooms.
I heard the sound of bells ringing!

Cinders look back fondly upon a house on fire when across
an ocean we go.
We row and we row and we tire.

Now, step out of the darkness and into the light.
Yeah, it's common knowledge I've been doing alright.
No, I can't complain.
On the Eastside, midwives' lives go down the drain all cause our babies are dying...

I lifted the veil to see nature's trickery revealed as pure shit
from which nothing ever rose cause nothing ever could.

I swear somewhere the truth lies within this wood.

I swear, Looters' Follies has never sounded so good.





And, win or lose - what's the difference?...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Destroyer's song Looters' Follies are quite cryptic and abstract, but the song seems to be about the struggle of finding fulfillment and meaning in life, particularly in the context of artistic expression. The opening line "You can huff and you can puff but you'll never destroy that stuff" could be interpreted as a commentary on the elusive nature of creativity and inspiration - no matter how hard one may try to suppress or forget their artistic urges, they will always be there. This idea is reinforced in the following lines, where the singer urges someone to "change your feathers" and abandon their old self in order to take flight creatively.


The song seems to be filled with imagery of decay, destruction, and rebirth - references to "dark valleys," "miniature Rome[s] to set fire to," and "cinders look[ing] back fondly upon a house on fire" all suggest a cycle of destruction and creation. The singer also alludes to his own artistic struggles, referencing a "famous Toronto painter" who dismisses his own accomplishments despite having worked hard for them.


The refrain "I heard you're alright" and the line "win or lose - what's the difference?" suggest that ultimately, nothing really matters in the grand scheme of things - we should just strive to do what feels right and not worry too much about the outcome.


Line by Line Meaning

You can huff and you can puff but you'll never destroy that stuff.
No matter how much effort you make, you can never eradicate some things.


Finally, I see why, I suppose...
I have finally understood why things are the way they are, I suppose.


Kid, you better change your feathers cause you'll never fly with those things...
You'll never succeed with those qualities; it'd be better to change.


In These Nights... The boys sing - "Hello, emptiness! I heard you're alright. I heard you're alright. I've heard of you..."
In these gloomy nights, the people sing about emptiness, accepting and knowing its presence.


A body aching, fragile, and pale: dark valleys house its trail.
A weak body in pain leaves behind a legacy of sadness and despair.


Why can't you see that a life in art and a life of mimicry - it's the same thing!?!
Why don't you comprehend that a life in art or a life in imitation of it is identical?


The room was crowded, and though you couldn't care less about it, That much was true.
The room was full of people, although you had no interest in them; that remains undeniable.


That month - another version of this miniature Rome to set fire to.
That month, another version of this small replica of Rome, is here to demolish.


Why did we stop fucking around?
Why did we cease fooling around and playing games?


Girls like gazelles graze.
Girls have a graceful, deer-like quality when they eat the grass.


Boys wearing bells blaze new trails in sound.
Boys stamped with bells create novel paths in the world of sound.


I looked up. I looked around. A famous Toronto painter shot me down. "Oh, I've busted my ass on these streets too long," he said. I set fire to the bed and tore his gown...
I glanced around and saw a prominent painter from Toronto dismiss me. He claimed to have struggled on the streets for too long. I burned the bed and ripped his attire apart.


Felt some mercurial presence, hitherto unknown. It was the sun. It was a stone falling through blank space. It was that jewel-encrusted roan getting in my face.
An unknown flux experienced, that was the sun. A stone descending in the void. A gaudy roan coming too close.


Looked across the way to The Princess Rooms. I saw brides and their grooms. I heard the sound of bells ringing!
I cast my gaze upon The Princess Rooms; I witnessed the brides and grooms there. I heard the bells ringing!


Cinders look back fondly upon a house on fire when across an ocean we go. We row and we row and we tire.
When we embark on a journey across the ocean, the ashes of the burning building become a memory to cherish. We continue to row, notwithstanding that we are getting exhausted.


Now, step out of the darkness and into the light. Yeah, it's common knowledge I've been doing alright. No, I can't complain. On the Eastside, midwives' lives go down the drain all cause our babies are dying...
Let's step out of the obscurity and into the radiance. Yes, it is well-established that I'm doing well. No, I cannot complain. Midwives' lives on the Eastside are aggravating since our babies are dying.


I lifted the veil to see nature's trickery revealed as pure shit from which nothing ever rose cause nothing ever could.
I raised the curtain and found out that nature is insidious, and simply useless excrement came out of it.


I swear somewhere the truth lies within this wood.
I swear to you that the veracity exists within this wood.


I swear, Looters' Follies has never sounded so good.
I assure you that Looters' Follies has never sounded this good.


And, win or lose - what's the difference?...
What's the difference between winning and losing?




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