Amélia
Herbie Hancock Lyrics


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I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram of the heavens
it was the strings of my guitar
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

The drone of flying engines
Is a song so wild and blue
It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you
Then your life becomes a travelogue
Of picture-post-card-charms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

People will tell you where they've gone
They'll tell you where to go
But till you get there yourself you never really know
Where some have found their paradise
Other's just come to harm
Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm

I wish that he was here tonight
It's so hard to obey
His sad request of me to kindly stay away
So this is how I hide the hurt
As the road leads cursed and charmed
I tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm

A ghost of aviation
She was swallowed by the sky
Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly
Like Icarus ascending
On beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

Maybe I've never really loved
I guess that is the truth
I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude
And looking down on everything
I crashed into his arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel
To shower off the dust
And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
I dreamed of 747s




Over geometric farms
Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms

Overall Meaning

The opening lyrics of Herbie Hancock's song, Amelia, describe the experience of driving across a desert and seeing six jet planes leaving vapor trails. The singer describes the hexagram of the heavens, which refers to the six-pointed star, a symbol commonly found in many cultures and religions. The singer also refers to his guitar strings, suggesting that the experience of seeing the planes had an emotional impact on him. He then addresses a woman named Amelia, saying that what he felt was just a false alarm.


The singer then goes on to describe the drone of the engines as a wild and blue song that can scramble time and seasons for those who hear it. He says that life becomes a travelogue of picture-post-card-charms, suggesting that seeing the world from the air changes a person's perspective of it. The singer again addresses Amelia, saying that it was just a false alarm. He then concludes the verse by saying that people can tell you where they've gone and where to go, but until you get there yourself, you never really know. He contrasts those who have found their paradise with those who come to harm, saying again that what he felt was just a false alarm.


In the final verse, the singer describes Amelia as a ghost of aviation who was swallowed by the sky or sea, like he dreams of doing. He compares her to Icarus ascending on beautiful foolish arms, suggesting that she pursued her dreams with passion but came to a tragic end. The singer then admits that maybe he has never really loved anyone and that his whole life has been spent in clouds at icy altitude, looking down on everything. He finishes the song by saying that he dreamed of 747s over geometric farms, addressing Amelia one last time, saying that it was just a dream and a false alarm.


Line by Line Meaning

I was driving across the burning desert
I was traveling through a hot, barren region with sand for miles.


When I spotted six jet planes
I saw six aircraft flying in the sky.


Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
The planes left smoke trails in the air, and the ground seemed desolate and dreary.


It was the hexagram of the heavens
The sight looked like a hexagram, a symbol in the form of a six-pointed star.


it was the strings of my guitar
The scene looked so captivating which feels like the strings of a guitar.


Amelia, it was just a false alarm
All of this was an illusion, and it turned out to be false.


The drone of flying engines
The sound of the plane engines was like a persistent monotone hum.


Is a song so wild and blue
It gives people a feeling of freedom and melancholy.


It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you
It can change your perception of time and seasons if the sound reaches deep to your soul.


Then your life becomes a travelogue
Your life becomes like a record of your travels.


Of picture-post-card-charms
You collect memories of picturesque and attractive views in your memory, like postcards.


Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Once again, everything that seemed so moving and touching before turned out not to be real.


People will tell you where they've gone
People will inform you of where they have been.


They'll tell you where to go
They'll suggest where you should travel next.


But till you get there yourself you never really know
But you won't understand it until you experience it yourself.


Where some have found their paradise
Some people found their heaven on earth in some places.


Other's just come to harm
Others find themselves in a bad situation.


Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Despite the hope that Amelia has for a good or interesting journey, it was once again just an illusion.


I wish that he was here tonight
The singer wishes that someone special to them were there with them at that moment.


It's so hard to obey
It's difficult to follow through with what someone requested of them.


His sad request of me to kindly stay away
The other person is requesting the artist to stay away because they know their actions will cause hurt or pain.


So this is how I hide the hurt
This is the way the artist deals with the pain they feel.


As the road leads cursed and charmed
As they travel down different paths, some seem to bring them bad luck, while others bring them happiness.


I tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm
The artist consoles themself by saying that it was all just an illusion, an apparition that led them to pain.


A ghost of aviation
Amelia is a reminiscent spirit of flying or an empty shell of what once was.


She was swallowed by the sky
Amelia disappeared amidst the vast expanse of the sky.


Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly
It could also be that Amelia faced a fate similar to the singer's own desire to fly so high that it eventually led them to crash.


Like Icarus ascending
The rise and fall story of Icarus in Greek mythology who flew too close to the sun.


On beautiful foolish arms
The illusion of flying and the emotional rush that the artist and Amelia felt was exhilarating yet foolish.


Amelia, it was just a false alarm
The hope and expectation of flying and similarly, everything else that they wanted, turned out to be unfounded.


Maybe I've never really loved
Perhaps the singer never truly loved anyone at all.


I guess that is the truth
The artist admits they are incapable of loving another person.


I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude
Instead, the artist has spent their life in an icy aerial environment full of clouds, like they're flying.


And looking down on everything
Being elevated like this, they're able to look over everything and perhaps assess and understand them more fully.


I crashed into his arms
And yet, they fell passionately in love with someone unexpectedly.


Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Nonetheless, even though they've finally found love, it's just another disappointment in the end.


I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel
The singer enters a motel in the area where cacti grow.


To shower off the dust
They take a shower to clean themselves after a long day of traveling under dusty conditions.


And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
Figurative language to describe the restlessness and strong desire to travel to different destinations.


I dreamed of 747s
Their mind wanders while sleeping, dreaming of seeing Jumbo Jets in the sky.


Over geometric farms
They imagine huge planes flying over fields of crops that look like they're structured in a mathematical design.


Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms
The singer is mindful of how they keep returning to the same pattern of unrealistic desires and how those bright illusions invariably turn into harsh realities.




Lyrics © Crazy Crow Music / Siquomb Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Joni Mitchell

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