Qwerty Finger
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We slide in from the epoch of Anglo American wire
And a Saxon spire,
Glint in the glare far above me,
Put pressure on it!

She collapse me!
Man alive, her every ache a baton to me!
Age of ending!
Where's the worth in proving I was here?

But maybe Qwerty can leave some little evidence while he lives
And all be lying in rows they can't believe that it's happening
And Qwerty Finger replies "I don't know how to sleep knowing this"
I can't go down like the rest, Oh Qwerty take it away!
(if it's gonna happen to him)

So how will they remember us whole, when we turn into salt?
And it's mine, the fault, mine the dream, and the vein,
Home of whale-flesh, make soap out of it!

I regret so! Every wand I splinter in a fit of frenzy
Distant memory! She don't care for leaving anything behind

But maybe Qwerty can leave some little evidence while he lives
And all be lying in rows they can't believe that its happening
And Qwerty Finger replies "I don't know how to sleep knowing this"
I can't go down like the rest, Oh Qwerty take it away!
(then it's gonna happen to him)

I can't let you turn yourself off.
Off.

Your every ounce an element sleeping,
A part of you just never quite receiving,
I wanna be the one to get in.
But the only way you tell me you're certain,
To draw asunder every leper curtain,
Would be a hail of every flower to ash.
And when every attosecond means nothing,
And all that you believe in isn't working,
I can't begin to tell you I know.
And in 20,000 years they trawl the seaboard,
But all that's washing up there is a keyboard,
Yeah they piece it all together from that.

Come on, child, what you say,
What you do, yeah it's all over now
Qwerty Finger no more! Qwerty Finger no more!
I can't do what you ask me!
Qwerty Finger no more! No more!

She collapse me! Man alive,
Her every ache a baton to me!




Age of ending!
What's the worth in proving I was here?

Overall Meaning

The song "Qwerty Finger" by Everything Everything is an introspective exploration of the human desire for leaving a legacy. The song opens with a reference to Anglo-American wire and a Saxon spire, which sets the stage for an archaic yet futuristic exploration of human frailty and the need for endurance. The lines "Where's the worth in proving I was here?" encapsulates that desire in a single phrase, capturing the core theme of the song. The lyrics continue to weave around the ideas of memory, legacy, and the futility of it all. The singer longs to leave a mark, to be remembered for something, and to have some evidence of his existence, but he remains conflicted, unsure of how to achieve this.


The song's chorus, "But maybe Qwerty can leave some little evidence while he lives," introduces a character, a typist named Qwerty Finger, who the singer sees as a way to leave a legacy. The lyrics implore Qwerty Finger to do something that will make him memorable, something that will "leave some little evidence." The lines "I can't go down like the rest/Oh, Qwerty take it away" stresses the urgency of the situation, the desperation that the singer feels to leave something behind that he will be remembered for. The song ends with the lines "Qwerty Finger no more! No more!" which can be interpreted as an acceptance of the ephemeral nature of life and the futility of trying to leave a legacy.


Line by Line Meaning

We slide in from the epoch of Anglo American wire
The beginning of the song is so far back in time, it's as if we're coming from the earliest days when the Anglo American telegraph was the latest technology.


And a Saxon spire, Glint in the glare far above me, Put pressure on it!
We now see the church spire as if we're looking up at it from far below. It's shining so brightly that it's almost blinding, and for some reason, it's making us feel like we need to apply more pressure to something.


She collapse me! Man alive, her every ache a baton to me! Age of ending! Where's the worth in proving I was here?
We're in the midst of experiencing something that's leaving us feeling completely destroyed. Her pain becomes our pain, and we feel as if we're living in an era where nothing we do will leave a lasting impact, so what's the point in trying at all?


But maybe Qwerty can leave some little evidence while he lives And all be lying in rows they can't believe that it's happening And Qwerty Finger replies "I don't know how to sleep knowing this" I can't go down like the rest, Oh Qwerty take it away! (if it's gonna happen to him)
Despite feeling like nothing we do will matter, perhaps we can still leave behind some small piece of evidence to show we were here. In the end, we'll all be buried in rows and people will wonder how all of this ever happened. Qwerty Finger doesn't want to become just another faceless member of the crowd, and pleads for someone or something to help him avoid a similar fate.


So how will they remember us whole, when we turn into salt? And it's mine, the fault, mine the dream, and the vein, Home of whale-flesh, make soap out of it!
As we dissolve into nothing, how will anyone remember us as individuals? The blame falls on us- it was our idea and our desire. The imagery of whale-flesh and soap connect back to the idea of finding worth in something that may have initially been seen as worthless.


I regret so! Every wand I splinter in a fit of frenzy Distant memory! She don't care for leaving anything behind
We bemoan the many things we've destroyed in fits of anger and frustration, and we realize that those memories are often all that remain. We're given the impression that this other person who was with us earlier takes a more cavalier approach to life and doesn't feel the need to leave anything behind.


I can't let you turn yourself off. Off. Your every ounce an element sleeping, A part of you just never quite receiving, I wanna be the one to get in.
We're pleading with someone not to give up or turn off, even though parts of them are sleeping and they never seem to fully accept who they are. We want to be that person who can get through to them and make them feel whole.


But the only way you tell me you're certain, To draw asunder every leper curtain, Would be a hail of every flower to ash. And when every attosecond means nothing, And all that you believe in isn't working, I can't begin to tell you I know. And in 20,000 years they trawl the seaboard, But all that's washing up there is a keyboard, Yeah they piece it all together from that.
We're at a loss for how to communicate with this person, and the only way they feel certain is by tearing down misbeliefs and misconceptions they encounter, even at the risk of destroying the beautiful things in their life. We're helpless as they become increasingly disillusioned and nothing seems to make sense anymore. The song ends with a rather bleak image of the future humanity--nothing remains but a keyboard washing up on shore, a testament to our short, frenzied existence.


Come on, child, what you say, What you do, yeah it's all over now Qwerty Finger no more! Qwerty Finger no more! I can't do what you ask me! Qwerty Finger no more! No more!
The chorus paints a picture of a person crushed by the weight of the world, the name 'Qwerty Finger' perhaps emblematic of someone who is tied to a digital life that feels very limited, as if all they can do is type on a keyboard. They can't keep going as they have been and need to find a new way forward.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ALEXANDER KAINES ROBERTSHAW, JEREMY JOSEPH PRITCHARD, JONATHAN JOSEPH HIGGS, MICHAEL DAVID SPEARMAN

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