Aesthetically, GE is a project that refuses to land in a particular bin at the record store. A mix of vintage sounds, hip hop beats, noir riffs, dreamy vocals, cinematic arrangements and digital twinkle, ‘Cliquety Kliqk’ embraces all of RV’s musical addictions. Radically new yet strangely familiar, General Elektriks is like a friend that you meet for the first time but feel like you’ve known all your life.
Rebel Sun
General Elektriks Lyrics
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Marbles on your skin
Man with the suit
Says it's a dollar for a drop
The morning dew
A dollar for a drop
The sun hits hard as you walk to the well
The well thing's got to stop
He's the one who deals the drops
Water the tree that gives the fruits
A dollar for a drop
I count the coins in the palm of my hand
I can't pay for the clouds
A rebel sun is, rising under my skin
Soldier put down your gun
Something's got to give
We're gonna kick you out of this town
We're gonna count the silverware before you go
We're gonna send you back northbound
We're gonna change the locks when you go
We're gonna strip you of your fine suit
Put you on a raft and blow
As you get back on your street, comes a man from the past, the present, the future
Gilding by slowly on a wild ride, a Chinese junk boat with soccer pitch headlights
A giant cloud of incense smoking out of his eyes, you know it makes no sense
Pine needles cover his ship, a howler monkey is lighting the candles
A speaker box by the helm rattling chimes made of broken bottles
The monkey kills the stereo, the man turns his head...
Can you feel what's coming?
You can't see his mouth, but moving his lips to make sounds is not his goal
He doesn't have to talk, you already know he's got a different conception of the soul
And as he's stepping out of his ride, you fear that the spear and machete aren't for show, no no!
You got your rubies, your crowns, your rings but they don't shine so bright now
Maybe St John of the smokes screens, patron of deceivers wasn't the ticket
That star that followed you at night wasn't a star after all
It was a cosmic vacuum sucking out your heart
You won't need your diamond-incrusted cell phone
There's no signal where you're going
The song Rebel Sun by General Elektriks tells the story of a community's rebellion against a corrupt man in power, who controls their access to water. The imagery of "summer rain rolling down your cheek" and "marbles on your skin" highlights the desperation and longing for water. The man with the suit is the one who controls access to water and charges a dollar for a single drop, causing people to struggle to pay for something as essential as water. This disparity in power is further emphasized with the line "water the tree that gives the fruits, a dollar for a drop".
The singer of the song refuses to accept this injustice, and the lyrics "soldier put down your gun, something's got to give, we're gonna kick you out of this town", show their determination to take action against the corrupt man. The lyrics also show that they demand justice, as they will "count the silverware before you go, change the locks when you go, strip you of your fine suit". The arrival of a mysterious figure, possibly a shaman, is used as a symbol of hope, and he is described with mystical imagery such as "giant cloud of incense smoking out of his eyes" and "pine needles cover his ship". The figure represents a different conception of the soul, different from the materialism of the man in power. Ultimately, the song ends on a note of cynicism, with the realization that material possessions are not important, as they "don't shine so bright now" in the face of the inevitable.
Line by Line Meaning
Summer rain is rolling down your cheek
Tears are streaming down your face like raindrops in the summertime.
Marbles on your skin
Raindrops are forming on your skin like marbles rolling on a smooth surface.
Man with the suit
Says it's a dollar for a drop
The morning dew
A dollar for a drop
The man wearing a suit charges people a dollar for a drop of water, whether it's dew in the morning or rain rolling down someone's cheek.
The sun hits hard as you walk to the well
The well thing's got to stop
Walking to the well under the scorching sun is difficult, and the practice of charging a dollar for every drop of water needs to come to an end.
Man with the suit
He's the one who deals the drops
The man wearing a suit is responsible for controlling and distributing the water drops, which he charges for at an exorbitant price.
Water the tree that gives the fruits
A dollar for a drop
One needs to water the tree that bears fruit, but the same man in a suit sells drops of water for a dollar, even for this purpose.
I count the coins in the palm of my hand
I can't pay for the clouds
The singer is counting the money in their hands, realizing that they can't possibly afford to pay for the water they need, which is provided free by nature.
A rebel sun is, rising under my skin
Soldier put down your gun
Something's got to give
The artist is feeling a rebellious spirit grow within, and urges the soldier to lay down their arms and for a change to occur.
We're gonna kick you out of this town
We're gonna count the silverware before you go
We're gonna send you back northbound
We're gonna change the locks when you go
We're gonna strip you of your fine suit
Put you on a raft and blow
Those responsible for charging for water will be expelled from the town, and their belongings will be inspected before they leave. They will be sent back where they came from and locked out, and their luxurious clothes will be removed before being transported on an old-fashioned raft.
As you get back on your street, comes a man from the past, the present, the future
Gilding by slowly on a wild ride, a Chinese junk boat with soccer pitch headlights
A giant cloud of incense smoking out of his eyes, you know it makes no sense
Pine needles cover his ship, a howler monkey is lighting the candles
A speaker box by the helm rattling chimes made of broken bottles
The monkey kills the stereo, the man turns his head...
A bizarre boat with soccer pitch headlights and covered in pine needles approaches the man in the suit. A howler monkey lights candles as the boat emits incense smoke from its unusual captain, whose speaker box is playing music made from broken glass. The monkey silences the stereo, and the captain turns to face the man.
Can you feel what's coming?
You can't see his mouth, but moving his lips to make sounds is not his goal
He doesn't have to talk, you already know he's got a different conception of the soul
The captain questions whether the man can feel the significances of what he's about to say. Though the captain doesn't speak, the man can sense from his silence that he has a unique way of thinking about the human soul.
And as he's stepping out of his ride, you fear that the spear and machete aren't for show, no no!
As the captain gets out of his boat, the man becomes fearful that the captain's weapons are not merely for appearance, but for use.
You got your rubies, your crowns, your rings but they don't shine so bright now
Maybe St John of the smoke screens, patron of deceivers wasn't the ticket
That star that followed you at night wasn't a star after all
It was a cosmic vacuum sucking out your heart
You won't need your diamond-incrusted cell phone
There's no signal where you're going
The captain points out that the man's jewels and riches are pale in significance. He suggests that perhaps they've been fooled by religious figures and that things that the man thought were guiding him in life were only draining him instead. As the man heads into his uncertain future, he won't need his emergency phone because no signal will reach him.
Contributed by Isaac V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.