Forgotten Babies
Duels Lyrics


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Nervous of the girl's hand
Making notes on clean white paper
"Meet me at the bus stop later"
None of us were pre-planned
Love-making, slapdash babies
Governmental cashback babies

All your life
You could escape
But the big black hole is gaping
Your life
You didn't know
You would survive this long
Major poked your daddy's eye
And smiled so sweetly, moved aside

Never saw that boy's hand
Creeping up your tracksuit
How much did your father teach you?
None of us were pre-planned
But some of us were born this pretty
On electric beaches, highlights in our hair

All your life
You could escape
But the big black hole is gaping
Your life
You didn't know
You could survive this long
Major stole your baby's crown
And smiled so sweetly, turned around

I had a dream that you and me were running
Through the streets under the Christmas bunting
I may be drunk but I think I love you honey
So fuck them all, we are forgotten babies

We are forgotten babies
We are forgotten babies
Tell that to the lunching ladies




We are forgotten babies
We are forgotten babies

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Duels' song "Forgotten Babies" tell a bittersweet story of young love and unexpected consequences. The first verse describes a girl taking notes on clean white paper and inviting someone to meet her at the bus stop later. These seemingly innocent actions set the stage for what is to come. The lyrics then shift to a description of love-making that results in slapdash babies, referring to the unplanned and often neglected children born out of passion rather than intention.


The chorus repeats the phrase "all your life, you could escape, but the big black hole is gaping," evoking a sense of fear and uncertainty about the future. The second verse introduces the character of Major, who steals a baby's crown and smiles sweetly before turning around. This suggests that there are those who will take advantage of the vulnerable, and that the consequences of love and passion can be harsh.


The song's bridge takes a more hopeful turn, describing a dream of running through the streets under Christmas bunting, and the singer professing love for the subject of the lyrics. The final chorus repeats the phrase "We are forgotten babies," suggesting that those who were born out of passion or who have been left behind by society are often overlooked and undervalued.


Overall, the lyrics of "Forgotten Babies" paint a picture of the complexities and consequences of love and passion, and the often uncertain and challenging paths that life can take.


Line by Line Meaning

Nervous of the girl's hand
Feeling uneasy about the girl's touch


Making notes on clean white paper
Writing down some important information


"Meet me at the bus stop later"
Arranging to meet someone at the bus stop later


None of us were pre-planned
None of us were expected to be born


Love-making, slapdash babies
Babies conceived from careless sexual encounters


Governmental cashback babies
Babies born to receive government benefits


All your life
Throughout your entire life


You could escape
You had the opportunity to get away


But the big black hole is gaping
But the emptiness still remains


Your life
Your existence


You didn't know
You were unaware


You would survive this long
You would live this long


Major poked your daddy's eye
Someone powerful hurt your father


And smiled so sweetly, moved aside
And acted like nothing happened


Never saw that boy's hand
Didn't notice the boy's touching


Creeping up your tracksuit
Tight against your tracksuit


How much did your father teach you?
How much did your father educate you?


But some of us were born this pretty
Some of us were just born attractive


On electric beaches, highlights in our hair
On vibrant beaches with dyed hair


Major stole your baby's crown
Someone powerful took something from you


And smiled so sweetly, turned around
And acted like nothing happened


I had a dream that you and me were running
I had a dream that we ran together


Through the streets under the Christmas bunting
Through the decorated streets during Christmas


I may be drunk but I think I love you honey
I might be intoxicated but I love you


So fuck them all, we are forgotten babies
So forget everyone, we are unwanted by society


We are forgotten babies
We are neglected by society


Tell that to the lunching ladies
Inform the people who are eating lunch


We are forgotten babies
We are unwanted by society


We are forgotten babies
We are neglected by society




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Planet X Records

Best track on the album! #LCOB  

Solar Splendor

More music should sound like this.

Dristan Quant

A yo I slice thru Babylonian droids when my Green lightsaber deploys Jedi Consciousness convoy innergalactic spiritual Star wars Orion versus the Reptoids And I am an ally to Yoda and the Force connecting to source in Daguba System forest thru the eyes Of Horus

Khalid Rashada-El

(Second verse)


Yo, yo. Yo.
Ay, the Dark Side, the Dark Light calling to I
the spirit inside, the Jedi Warrior, divine.
Galactic Senate of the illumined fearin' my purpose
Cadeucus Kundalini sabre in my spine
Wielded by a Draconian Horus on a pale horse
with Force in His voice
The Logos vibratin' the pine cone to pulsating
Stepping through the Da'athian Doorway (whoosh!!)
Vader suit of Light burn the eyes of the wicked as I
Baptize the etheric Rebel Alliance
The Skywalker in the Halls of Amenta where I was sent
To atone, like Lucifer, as he aspired to the throne
Got the galaxy resounding the Aum
And the yod he vau he, atmospheric implosion
The space-moor marked with the seal of the death star
Higher Self arisen on the third day with bars that devour the weak and the lost. Da Skywalker.

Darth Laughter

This is Actually from star wars Episode 1 Phantom Menace,It just a bit Edited

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