Forget Myself
Elbow Lyrics


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They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again
And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain
The sun's had enough and the simmering sky
Has the heave and the hue of a woman on fire
Shop shutters rattle down and I'm cutting the crowd
All scented and descending from the satellite towns
The neon is graffiti singing make a new start
So I look for a plot where I can bury my broken heart

No I know I wont forget you but I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me

The man on the door has a head like Mars
Like a baby born to the doors of the bars
And surrounded by steam with his folded arms
He's got that urban genie thing going on
He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace
Saint Peter in satin he's like Buddha with mace

No I know I wont forget you but I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me

Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand?
Thinking too hard about the way you stand
Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long?
Are you falling in love every second song?





No I know I wont forget you but I'll forget myself and the city will forgive me

Overall Meaning

The first verse of Elbow’s “Forget Myself” is a vivid portrayal of a bustling city that teeters on the brink of chaos. The singer describes people pacing in packs while moaning for rain that never comes. The sun has beat down too long, and the atmosphere is heavy with fevered anticipation. Shop shutters rattle, and the singer cuts through the crowd, sensing the desperation in the air.


The neon lights “sing” invitingly of new beginnings, and the prevailing mood is one of reinvention. It is into this frenzied milieu that the singer searches for a spot to bury their broken heart, emphasizing that the city is the backdrop for all that is happening.


The second verse describes a character the singer encounters on the door of a bar. This man has a “head like Mars” and seems to be immune to the pressures of societal norms. The singer likens him to Buddha carrying a mace. The third verse is a series of questions, and the tone of the lyrics becomes accusatory. The singer questions if the listener holds a glass and thinks too hard about their stance, if they watch people pair off, and if they fall in love every second song.


Overall, the song depicts a sense of unease that is common in cities, particularly at night. The singer seems to struggle with the city’s energy and how it threatens to swallow them whole, but they still cannot forget the person they left behind.


Line by Line Meaning

They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again
Groups of people are once again walking up and down Piccadilly, a street in London.


And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain
The people are complaining about the fact that it never rains, even though they want it to.


The sun's had enough and the simmering sky
The sun and heat have been around for too long, causing the sky to look like it's boiling.


Has the heave and the hue of a woman on fire
The sky has a red and orange color, making it look like a woman who is on fire.


Shop shutters rattle down and I'm cutting the crowd
Stores are closing and I'm trying to walk through a large group of people.


All scented and descending from the satellite towns
The people are coming from the suburbs, with a distinct smell about them.


The neon is graffiti singing make a new start
The bright lights of the city have graffiti on them, encouraging people to start fresh.


So I look for a plot where I can bury my broken heart
I'm searching for a place where I can hide and mourn the loss of my love.


No I know I wont forget you but I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me
I know I can't forget my love, but I'm willing to forget who I am if the city will let me.


The man on the door has a head like Mars
The bouncer at the club has a head resembling the planet Mars.


Like a baby born to the doors of the bars
He looks like a child who was raised in a bar.


And surrounded by steam with his folded arms
There is steam around him, and he has his arms crossed in front of him.


He's got that urban genie thing going on
He has an air of magic around him, like an urban genie.


He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace
He doesn't feel the need to be graceful or act in a particular way.


Saint Peter in satin he's like Buddha with mace
He looks like a peaceful religious figure, but also has a sense of power and authority.


Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand?
Are you walking around the room holding a drink?


Thinking too hard about the way you stand
Are you overthinking your body language and posture?


Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long?
Are you observing others pairing up and drinking a lot?


Are you falling in love every second song?
Do you feel like you're falling in love every time you hear a new song?


No I know I wont forget you but I'll forget myself and the city will forgive me
I can't forget my love, but I'm willing to lose myself and the city will be okay with it.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Peter James Turner, Craig Lee Potter, Mark Potter, Richard Barry Jupp, Guy Edward John Garvey

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Peter Houle

They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again
And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain
The suns had enough and the simmering sky
Has the heave and the hue of a woman on fire
Shop shutters rattle down and I'm cutting the crowd
All scented and descending from the satellite towns
The neon is graffiti singing make a new start
So I look for a plot where I can bury my broken heart
No I know I won't forget you but I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me
The man on the door has a head like Mars
Like a baby born to the doors of the bars
And surrounded by steam with his folded arms
He's got that urban genie thing going on
He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace
Saint Peter in satin he's like Buddha with mace
No I know I won't forget you but I'll forget myself if the city will forgive me
Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand
Thinking too hard about the way you stand
Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long
Are you falling in love every second song
No I know I won't forget you but I'll forget myself and the city will forgive me



All comments from YouTube:

Jahn Xavier Bonfiglio

So many more people should be loving this eleven years later. This is a perfect record.

I'm Batman

All these years later, still one of my favourite songs of all time 💜

Jake Cowan

This band is just pure talent . . . nuff said

Dawn Bezanson

This is the song that made me, a child raised on classical music and the occasional oldies radio, decide that maybe music with drum sets was something I should include in my life. It will always hold a special place in my heart.

That said, watching this video while trying in vain to fall asleep was a terrible, terrible idea.

charles mayer

He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace, the song that saved my life and tipped me into enlightenment. Thank you boys X

Jump_ IfN0tZero

This song is so underrated it's a crime.

Razor Beard

The song isn't underrated. It's an artistically imaginative song and expansive in every way that just means the intent will be lost on people who like things more simplistic and cookie cutter.

Lynda Henry

..also pantera,rage against the machine??,mate...politics fer toddlers....l was right the first time...jog on

Lynda Henry

@Mikey Tavarez
Do one....

Jack MacArthur

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