The discography of Helmet boasts eight studio albums and two compilation albums. Following their initial release, "Strap It On" (1990), through Amphetamine Reptile, Helmet inked a deal with Interscope Records, leading to three albums under the label, notably the highly successful "Meantime" (1992). While their subsequent works, "Betty" (1994) and "Aftertaste" (1997), achieved considerable success, they fell short of matching the critical and popular acclaim garnered by "Meantime." After disbanding in 1998, Helmet regrouped in 2004 and has since presented four additional albums: "Size Matters" (2004), "Monochrome" (2006), "Seeing Eye Dog" (2010), and "Dead to the World" (2016). Currently, the band is actively engaged in the creation of their ninth studio album.
Discography
Strap It On (1990)
Meantime (1992)
Betty (1994)
Aftertaste (1997)
Size Matters (2004)
Monochrome (2006)
Seeing Eye Dog (2010)
Dead to the World (2016)
Tic
Helmet Lyrics
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The climate change will never get in
Silent and strong and prepossessed
You never need to make your own mess
Weasel to me in charming to some
Loathsome and glib
Habits like self-love
Lean smug back and work your pitch
And all the way I'm gone, no
Demon race to find
You paint it up and know that
Any face can lie
Affect my greatest style, what
Suits me best of all
Keep my pocket filled, lean right and
Fall
The lyrics to Helmet's song "Tic" depict someone who is self-obsessed and manipulative. The opening lines "The tic begins where's the manned end?" may refer to a "tic" being a small, repetitive action or habit that someone has, and the idea that this behavior could take over when their own sense of self-control or "manned end" is lacking. The following line "The climate change will never get in" may suggest that this person is unchangeable or set in their ways, and resistant to any outside influences that could challenge their self-centered worldview.
The lyrics go on to describe this person as "silent and strong and prepossessed" indicating that they may be a dominant force in their social circle, and perhaps even admired by some. However, the following lines "you never need to make your own mess" could suggest that this person is adept at manipulating others to do their bidding, without getting their own hands dirty.
The second half of the lyrics describe this person as a "weasel" who is "charming to some" but "loathsome and glib." Their "habits like self-love" suggest that they are vain and narcissistic, and the line "wearing slim fast you carve your niche" implies that they are willing to do whatever it takes to maintain their physical appearance and social status. The final lines of the song "keep my pocket filled, lean right and fall" suggest that this person's ultimate downfall will be their greed and willingness to exploit others for personal gain.
Line by Line Meaning
The tic begins where's the manned end?
The small, uncontrollable twitch begins where the conscious decision-making ends.
The climate change will never get in
The world outside, with all its issues and concerns, is blocked by one's inner silence and strength.
Silent and strong and prepossessed
Being reserved, powerful, and confident is key.
You never need to make your own mess
Create no problems for yourself and don't be your own worst enemy.
Weasel to me in charming to some
Appearing sly and dishonest to some, but charming to others.
Loathsome and glib
Despicable and insincere.
Habits like self-love
Showing affection towards oneself instead of others.
Wearing slim fast you carve your niche
Adopting a popular trend allows one to establish their own place in society.
Lean smug back and work your pitch
Be confident and comfortable while presenting oneself and their ideas to others.
And all the way I'm gone, no
I will continue to push forward even when others have given up.
Demon race to find
The search for personal success and fulfillment can become an internal struggle.
You paint it up and know that
Present a façade of confidence even when unsure of oneself.
Any face can lie
It's easy to mask one's emotions and intentions, even with a smile.
Affect my greatest style, what
Personal style is greatly influenced by one's emotions and experiences.
Suits me best of all
Choosing to dress and act in a way that suits one's own preferences.
Keep my pocket filled, lean right and
Don't leave one's self vulnerable, and align oneself with powerful and beneficial opportunities.
Fall
Accept the consequences of one's choices and strive for improvement.
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Written by: PAGE NYE HAMILTON
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Limits98
Lyrics
The tic begins,
Where's the manned end?
The climate change
Will never get in
Silent and strong,
Prepossessed
You never need to
Make your own mess
Weasel to me,
Charming to some
Loathsome and glib,
Habits like self love
Wearing slim fast,
You carve your niche
Lean smug back and
Work your pitch
And all the way I'm gone
No demon race to find
You paint it up and know
That any face could lie
And all the way I'm gone
No demon race to find
You paint it up and know
That any face could lie
Affect my greatest style
What suits me best of all
I keep my pocket filled
Lean right and fall
Ali İhsan Elmas
The tic begins where's the manned end?
The climate change will never get in
Silent and strong and prepossessed
You never need to make your own mess
Weasel to me in charming to some
Loathsome and glib
Habits like self-love
Wearing slim fast you carve your niche
Lean smug back and work your pitch
And all the way I'm gone, no
Demon race to find
You paint it up and know that
Any face can lie
Affect my greatest style, what
Suits me best of all
Keep my pocket filled, lean right and
Fall
Limits98
Lyrics
The tic begins,
Where's the manned end?
The climate change
Will never get in
Silent and strong,
Prepossessed
You never need to
Make your own mess
Weasel to me,
Charming to some
Loathsome and glib,
Habits like self love
Wearing slim fast,
You carve your niche
Lean smug back and
Work your pitch
And all the way I'm gone
No demon race to find
You paint it up and know
That any face could lie
And all the way I'm gone
No demon race to find
You paint it up and know
That any face could lie
Affect my greatest style
What suits me best of all
I keep my pocket filled
Lean right and fall
william bua jr.
Some might say "arguably", I say "without a doubt" the hardest hitting band ever, period.
whispering thunder
Helmet is great...
Mean and tight...
SPQRTempus
My favorite track from the album. The soundtrack of my 20s.
Samuel Alridge
Yep USMC days
elusive mg
SPQRTempus fuck....damn right
Cormac Guzman
This song has made me want to kick down walls since ir was released in 94. Even Heavier Live!!!! Still Love Helmet just wish they still sounded like this!!
Kirk Butterfield
I love you sir.
william bua jr.
Smash and demolished more than a few walls and whatever else to Helmet my self. The "CRUNCHIEST" band ever.
Chad Bowlin
Love. It. Please FIGHT BACK .... LIL BITCH