[1] A Poland black metal ban… Read Full Bio ↴Fall is a name of at least five bands:
[1] A Poland black metal band.
[2] A Jakarta, Indonesia, post-hardcore band.
[3] A Stockholm, Sweden, band consisting of Jenny Fall and Tobbe Fall, who went on to create Catch The Fall.
[4] A death metal band from Szeged, Hungary.
[5] A vocaloid producer https://vocadb.net/Ar/2708
Wings
Fall Lyrics
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The moon gains on me.
Day by day.
The moon gains on me.
Purchased pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing some HOVERING.
Here is a list of incorrect things.
HOVERED mid-air outside a study.
An academic kneaded his chin,
sent in the dust of some cheap magazines.
His academic rust, could not burn them up.
Recruited some gremlins.
To get me clear of the airline routes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.
The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space.
Ended up under Ardwick Bridge.
With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War.
They were under Irish patronage.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
but I got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.
But, when I got back.
The place I made the purchase, no longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge.
Day by day.
The moon came towards me
By such things.
The moon came towards me.
So now I sleep in ditches.
And hide away from nosey kids.
The wings rot and feather under me.
The wings rot and curl right under me.
A small alteration of the past.
Can turn time into space.
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade.
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The song “Wings” by Fall is a unique twist on the theme of flight and wings. The lyrics are cryptic yet evocative, and it can be hard to extract a clear meaning. It seems to be a poetic narrative about someone who has purchased some “flabby wings” and is using them to “hover” in mid-air. However, things quickly take a strange turn as the singer becomes unstuck in time and travels back to the 1860s, during the American Civil War. They describe shooting someone and getting hit themselves, leading to further time travel and a jumbled, confusing existence. The song implies that small changes can have major consequences, altering time and space.
One interpretation of the song is that it is a metaphor for the dangers of messing with time or trying to play god. Purchasing the wings symbolizes arrogance or hubris, and attempting to fly with them leads to disaster. The idea of erasing the place where the wings were bought may represent an attempt to undo a mistake, which only makes things worse. The lyrics reference “academic rust” and “cheap magazines,” perhaps implying that science or technology cannot always solve problems or predict outcomes. The chorus repeats the word “wings” over and over, emphasizing the obsession or fixation with the idea of flight.
Overall, “Wings” is a mysterious and haunting song that feels like a dream or nightmare. The imagery is surreal, and the narrative is disjointed and illogical. It is a cautionary tale about the limits of human ambition and the potential consequences of our actions. The moon is a recurring motif in the song, perhaps symbolizing the idea of something that is always out of reach or unattainable.
Line by Line Meaning
Day by day.
Every day that passes.
The moon gains on me.
The moon gets closer to me every day.
Purchased pair of flabby wings.
Bought wings that were not very good quality.
I took to doing some HOVERING.
I started flying or floating in the air.
Here is a list of incorrect things.
This is a collection of things that went wrong or didn't work as intended.
HOVERED mid-air outside a study.
Floated in the air outside of a room where someone was studying.
An academic kneaded his chin,
A scholar rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
sent in the dust of some cheap magazines.
He examined some low-quality magazines.
His academic rust, could not burn them up.
His scholarly qualifications were not enough to make the magazines disappear or improve in quality.
Recruited some gremlins.
Hired some mischievous creatures.
To get me clear of the airline routes.
To help me avoid the usual paths of airplanes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
Gave the gremlins the filling material from my wings as payment.
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.
They had a good time messing with the people who use low-cost airlines.
The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
Losing the filling material caused me to get stuck in a time loop.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I was transported to the 1860s.
I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
I have stayed there for a long time.
A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space.
A minor change in history can have a huge impact on the future or present.
Ended up under Ardwick Bridge.
Arrived or found myself under the Ardwick Bridge.
With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War.
Alongside some former soldiers from the American Civil War.
They were under Irish patronage.
They were under the protection or sponsorship of Irish people or organizations.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
We killed an officer who was not very smart.
but I got hit in the crossfire.
I was accidentally shot during the same shooting incident.
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.
The shot I received caused me to get stuck in a time loop.
But, when I got back.
However, when I returned to my original time and place.
The place I made the purchase, no longer exists
The store or location where I bought the wings is no longer there.
I'd erased it under the bridge.
I had unknowingly caused the place to disappear or become erased.
So now I sleep in ditches.
Currently, I sleep in small holes or trenches in the ground.
And hide away from nosey kids.
I stay hidden from curious or prying children.
The wings rot and feather under me.
The wings are decaying and falling apart with feathers coming off.
The wings rot and curl right under me.
The wings are not only deteriorating but also curling up while beneath me.
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade.
Even the smallest changes can have significant effects on long periods of time.
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The title of the song.
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Repeated title of the song.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ALEXANDER CLARK SMITH
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Cucho Peñaloza
The Fall aren't so much a band, more a well-intentioned 1970's Manchester Council unemployment initiative that has snowballed out of control.
Stephen Walker
Mark has died. He did what the hell he wanted. He was a genius, his composition of music, his lyrics, his experimentation of vocal possibilities, phrasing, show other groups up for their conformity, lack of imagination- the" La la la I love your big knockers an' that" bores that they are- who want cash not art.( I love it when they go bald - tour Butlins for twenty years to pay the divorce bills!) His interviews were crazy, clever, funny, confusing, confrontational - always more entertaining than the nice, dull, REM type bands. I find these comments about prostrate control very, very nasty. Soon it will happen to you nasty ignorant people - you've no idea of the pleasures of later age that await you. Age brings decay to the body. Mark had to have a few scoops to help him dilute the angst of his life. I've a damn good idea why he had to do that. He had problems. He was the Oliver Reed of British music. He had the best poses, the best facial ticks- like Klaus Kinkski . He transcended rock and roll in music, dress, interviews, videos, marketing et all. An icon who without any doubt will be celebrated, idolised and remembered by future generations.He made the best records. He toured the world. He married very attractive women. He read loads. He idolised cats. Money was just a means to live - to create. A true artist- like Fracis Bacon. All the great artists are drinkers. It's the obsessional, introverted thought process that drives them. The drink helps slow the process down, put it in to order. He's up there with the best - but in a different corner. Olly aka El Bastardo Noir - the black cat of Morecambe Bay.
DrumsForSale
Great Post-Punk. Always found that music genre far more interesting than ordinary Punk.
Noetic Fool
RIP Mark E Smith. The Fall changed my life.
Twistncrawl
R.I.P Mark E. Smith. NEVER, ever will there be another man of this calibre.
The world has lost another fucking legend. My heart breaks tonight.
wayne pinnock
Why is Mark E never recognized for the genius he is? Only he could juxtapose the Manchester Hardwick Bridge with the American Civil War, and time travel. He truly recognises how the singular influences the general, not the other way round. And his grasp of descant for a non musician is astounding. Kant and Bach long live!
TheWorldsMoralMiddleFinger
Today you spread your wings one last time, and headed of to the great gig in the sky.
Rest in noise, Mark.
🤘
Gone but never forgotten.
Robert Nettleship
This is still my favourite Fall classic :)
Alan Delgado
I never heard Marks music before until his dead today. It was a weird introduction to his art, but somehow for what I have read about him and his views about the world, feels fitting as well. RIP Mark
NanzYalnizlik G
Rest in peace great Mark 😔 su musica me acompañò en hermosos momentos de mi vida.