Latin Roots
Fugazi Lyrics


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Lying on our backs,
This is your parents' bed,
A good place to be laid
'Cause it's so neatly made.

Staring at the ceiling,
Vein to vein the lines look the same
As the ones that you're seeing,
And then you start speaking:

Tracing your father's footsteps
In your mother's shoes,
Going up and over and across your Latin roots.
Point points back to its origin,

Across the world cogs are clogged with the sand,
Here the air breathes freely
And our tongues work loosely,
Border approaches border,

You're using your hands and smearing your are's.
I'm looking over my shoulder,
Strained resistance to scour the door for you
Father's footsteps or your mother's shoes,

Coming up and over,




Cut across your Latin roots.
It's time to meet you makers

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Fugazi's song "Latin Roots" paint a picture of intimacy and vulnerability. The singer and their companion lie on a bed, but one that belongs to the companion's parents. It's described as being neatly made, suggesting a sense of a contained environment. This notion is compounded by the detail of the two staring at the ceiling, almost as if feeling trapped. The image of veins on the ceiling is introduced, connecting this image to the veins of the body, creating an intimate link between the two people. It's a moment of connection, which prompts the companion to begin speaking, the moment in which the lyrics begin to take on a greater significance.


The second verse sees the song's focus shift somewhat, as the companion speaks of "tracing your father's footsteps in your mother's shoes," evoking the idea of inheritance and lineage. This is further compounded by the lines "going up and over and across your Latin roots," a poetic idea that the singer or their companion is exploring their individual and collective histories. The idea of lineage and history is then explored further in the third verse, as the song turns towards broader political and social issues. The lines "across the world cogs are clogged with the sand" and "border approaches border" speak to a world that is divided and difficult to navigate, ruled by systems that constrain and hold us down. The song seems to suggest that in order to break free of these limitations, we need to explore and understand our roots, to find the strength to resist.


Line by Line Meaning

Lying on our backs,
We are physically reclining on the bed


This is your parents' bed,
This is the bed that belongs to your parents


A good place to be laid
It is comfortable to rest here


'Cause it's so neatly made.
The bed is tidy and well-prepared for us


Staring at the ceiling,
We are looking upward at the ceiling


Vein to vein the lines look the same
The patterns in the ceiling are similar to those in our own bodies


As the ones that you're seeing,
The lines in the ceiling are the same as the ones we observe elsewhere


And then you start speaking:
At this point, conversation begins


Tracing your father's footsteps
You are following in your father's path


In your mother's shoes,
You are walking in your mother's footsteps


Going up and over and across your Latin roots.
You are exploring your Latin heritage and ancestry


Point points back to its origin,
Every point has an origin


Across the world cogs are clogged with the sand,
Other parts of the world may be struggling with obstacles


Here the air breathes freely
We have a sense of freedom in our current environment


And our tongues work loosely,
We express ourselves with ease


Border approaches border,
We are approaching physical or metaphorical borders


You're using your hands and smearing your are's.
You are employing gestures to convey meaning


I'm looking over my shoulder,
I am watching you


Strained resistance to scour the door for you
I am struggling to find the proper exit


Father's footsteps or your mother's shoes,
We are still following in our parents' footsteps


Coming up and over,
We are going up and over an obstacle


Cut across your Latin roots.
We are continuing to explore our Latin heritage and ancestry


It's time to meet your makers
It is time to confront or get in touch with our origins or ancestors




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Boba Squid

Best fugazi album. Great song. One of my favorite.

Jaime Javier Garcia

The jam!

Keeley Watkinson

1

Joel Grimes

yes! a thousand times yes! I've thought this for 20 years!:)

Patrick Heil

It's time to meet Jamaicans!

Dave Anchovies

i totally came to post that.

Eric Berben

Yessss, I’m not the only one!

Martín P

It's time to meet shoemakers!

Soham Sali

banger

Eli Francisco

I'm latin! Punks not dead.

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