Next
Gavin Friday Lyrics
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some of us blush, somehow knees turn to jelly - next!
next! I was still just a kid there were a hundred others
like me. I follow the naked body, the na
Ody follows me - next! next!
I was still just a kid when my innocence was lost,
in a mobile-army whore house,
gift of the army, free of cost!
Little touch of tenderness,
maybe a word or smile, some happiness,
but oh! no! next! next! well it wasn't so tragic the
high heavens didn't fall, but most of that time I hated being there at all
Next! next! I always recall those flying flags,
the army tanks, those queer lieutenants who slapped
our asses as if we were fags .
.. next! you're next! I swear on the head of my first case of th
! it's that ugly voice that I forever hear ...
Next! next! the voice that stinks of corpses of whiskey
and mud. it's the voice of the nations,
the thick, thick, voice of blood .
.. next! next! and each time I'm with a woman and I take her to
D, she whispers and laughs through my head .
.. next! ... you're next! all the naked and the dead
should hold each others hands as I scream out loud
each night in a dream no-one understands ... n
... next! and when I'm not screaming in a voice cold,
dry and hollow... I stand on endless,
naked lines of the following and the followed .
.. next! next! one day I'll cut my legs off, I'll burn
F alive, I'd do anything, anything,
just to keep out of line, just to stay out of line
and never to be next! no, never to be next! no! na! na! na! next!
The song "Next" by Gavin Friday is a powerful commentary on the degradation and dehumanization that can occur in the military. The opening lines, "Naked as sin an army towel covers my body / some of us blush, somehow knees turn to jelly", set the stage for the singer's vulnerability and helplessness in this institutional context. The repetition of "next!" throughout the song suggests a relentless, unfeeling system in which soldiers are treated as disposable objects. The singer's desire for tenderness and happiness is repeatedly thwarted, as he is subjected to insults, sexual abuse, and the constant threat of being "next".
The song evokes a sense of despair and anger, as the singer struggles to make sense of the trauma and violence he has experienced in the military. The references to flying flags, army tanks, and queer lieutenants suggest a larger critique of militarism and homophobia, while the image of the naked and the dead holding hands is a poignant reminder of the human cost of war. The final lines, in which the singer expresses a desire to cut his legs off and burn alive rather than be "next", reflect the depth of his despair and the unbearable pressure of this system.
Overall, "Next" is a powerful and haunting song that sheds light on the often brutal realities of military life, and the ways in which it can strip away one's humanity and sense of self.
Line by Line Meaning
Naked as sin an army towel covers my body.
I am naked and wrapped in an army towel.
Some of us blush, somehow knees turn to jelly - next!
Some people are embarrassed and nervous, and then told to move to the next person.
Next! I was still just a kid there were a hundred others like me.
I was still young and there were many others in the same situation as me.
I follow the naked body, the na Ody follows me - next! next!
I follow a naked body and then someone else follows me in line.
I was still just a kid when my innocence was lost, in a mobile-army whore house, gift of the army, free of cost! next! you're next!
I lost my innocence in a mobile brothel provided by the army, and then someone else was called next.
Me? I really would have liked, just a little touch of tenderness, maybe a word or smile, some happiness, but oh! no! next! next!
I wanted some affection or kindness, but was immediately told to move on to the next person.
Well it wasn't so tragic the high heavens didn't fall, but most of that time I hated being there at all. Next! next!
It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but I still hated being there and was told to move on.
I always recall those flying flags, the army tanks, those queer lieutenants who slapped our asses as if we were fags .. next! you're next!
I remember the flags, tanks, and officers who treated us poorly and then I was called next.
I swear on the head of my first case of th ! it's that ugly voice that I forever hear ... Next! next!
I promise on something important to me, I hear an ugly voice telling me to move on to the next person.
The voice that stinks of corpses of whiskey and mud. It's the voice of the nations, the thick, thick, voice of blood .. next! next!
The voice telling me to go to the next person stinks of alcohol and smells like death. It's the voice of the nations and speaks of violence.
And each time I'm with a woman and I take her to D, she whispers and laughs through my head .. next! ... you're next!
Whenever I'm with a woman and we're intimate, I still hear the voice telling me to move on to the next person.
All the naked and the dead should hold each others hands as I scream out loud each night in a dream no-one understands ... n ... next!
I have nightmares where the naked and the dead are holding hands and I scream uncontrollably, but then I hear the voice telling me to move on.
And when I'm not screaming in a voice cold, dry and hollow... I stand on endless, naked lines of the following and the followed .. next! next!
When I'm not screaming, I'm standing in endless lines of people following each other and being told to move on.
One day I'll cut my legs off, I'll burn F alive, I'd do anything, anything, just to keep out of line, just to stay out of line and never to be next! no, never to be next! no! na! na! na! next!
I would do anything to avoid being in line again and being told to move on to the next person, even if it means harming myself.
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@ruthdixon7807
an already grim tune is turned into a gruesome nightmare.
@EfiKefi
Next from the horrors!
@mangin23
all the naked and the dead should hold each others hands,thats a dreat lyric,to bad mr,friday did not write it,but he covered it better thant song anyone,whay a grea