The Lost And Found
Johnny Flynn Lyrics


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Reams of stories reeled me in
Caught my ear and hooked my chin
A Friday dinner, a fish-drunk sinner
Pull me down or put me in

Just a lonely radio
Just a makeshift show and tell
Playing out the lives of the lost and found

Give me faith and give me love
Afaining from the clouds above
The sea below lent strings to bow
If I can't jump just push and shove

Just a lonely radio
Just a makeshift show and tell
Playing out the lives of the lost and found

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah

I'll be in a happy one
A lucky running changing sun
A lost and found, a newest sound
Bullet from a golden gun

Just a lonely radio
Just a makeshift show and tell
Playing out the lives of the lost and found

Here I lie a-dying in bed
It's time for me and death to wed
I'll taste the loam, onto the loam
With a breath my body's dead

Just a lonely radio
Just a makeshift show and tell
Playing out the lives of the lost and found

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah




Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Johnny Flynn's song The Lost and Found describe the power of storytelling and how it can capture our imagination and lead us on wild journeys. The first stanza describes how stories can be captivating, taking hold of us and pulling us in. The singer is a "fish-drunk sinner," suggesting he's been hooked by a story and is willingly being pulled under.


The second stanza gives us a glimpse of the performer, who is playing out the lives of the lost and found. He's just a makeshift show and tell, using his music and stories to entertain and inspire his audience. It's clear that he believes in the transformative power of music and story to heal and unite people.


The third stanza hints at a personal struggle. The singer pleads for faith and love from the clouds above, suggesting he's lost and looking for guidance. The sea below lends strings to bow, hinting at his desire to make music and find his voice. If he can't jump, he hopes someone will push him, figuratively or literally, out of his comfort zone.


The final stanza takes a darker turn, with the singer lying in bed, dying. Death becomes a bride, suggesting a marriage between life and death. He'll taste the loam, or soil, with his last breath. The final lines repeat the chorus, emphasizing the lonely radio and the lives of the lost and found.


Overall, The Lost and Found is a song about the power of storytelling and music to bring people together and inspire change. It touches on the struggle to find meaning and purpose in a confusing world, and the fleeting nature of life itself.


Line by Line Meaning

Reams of stories reeled me in
I was captivated by countless tales


Caught my ear and hooked my chin
They caught my attention and fascinated me


A Friday dinner, a fish-drunk sinner
I'm drawn in, despite being guilty of indulgence


Pull me down or put me in
Willing to face the consequences of my actions


Just a lonely radio
A solitary broadcaster


Just a makeshift show and tell
Telling stories with what I have


Playing out the lives of the lost and found
Sharing stories of those who are not usually heard


Give me faith and give me love
I need hope and affection


Afaining from the clouds above
Looking for guidance from above


The sea below lent strings to bow
The ocean helps me make music


If I can't jump just push and shove
If I'm scared, urge me forward


I'll be in a happy one
I'll be content and joyful


A lucky running changing sun
A fortunate and dynamic future ahead


A lost and found, a newest sound
An unfamiliar and fresh offering


Bullet from a golden gun
A valuable and powerful product


Here I lie a-dying in bed
I'm close to death


It's time for me and death to wed
I'm accepting my fate


I'll taste the loam, onto the loam
Returning to the earth upon death


With a breath my body's dead
Dying can happen suddenly




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JOHN PATRICK VIVIAN FLYNN

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@veaterecosan5636

Love never dies, but sometimes it hides

Behind the shrubbery, behind the wall.

In the dark its hard to find

Behind the curtain where Covies lurk

Behind the blind.

It may be short, it may be tall

In parlour, bedroom, hall.

Oh who can see when lights are out?

Candles are poor when lightening strikes.

Fragile yet strong its built to last

Subject to gales and stormy blasts

Weather changes every day

Yet love the elements turns away.

The storm blasted tree

Which on the headland didn't choose to be

Bends windward, pliant, supplicant,

Submissive to the force it can't control

A natural love to nature's power.

So we like trees bend and adapt,

Pleasing to this, pleasing to that,

Trying and failing, struggling and failing

To try to express the inexpressible fact

That without love we wither and die

Yet discovered the secret is so hard to live by.

Love never dies but sometimes it hides.


Hard-hearted humans hark to the call

Aspire to be loving or nothing at all.



All comments from YouTube:

@themoons7291

What's not to love about Johnny Flynn's music? It is timeless, people will be listening to it many years from now.

@reee5738

Johnny has such a unique style that I've not heard before love this song of his

@Loreman72

These vocals are so atmospheric!

@veaterecosan5636

Love never dies, but sometimes it hides

Behind the shrubbery, behind the wall.

In the dark its hard to find

Behind the curtain where Covies lurk

Behind the blind.

It may be short, it may be tall

In parlour, bedroom, hall.

Oh who can see when lights are out?

Candles are poor when lightening strikes.

Fragile yet strong its built to last

Subject to gales and stormy blasts

Weather changes every day

Yet love the elements turns away.

The storm blasted tree

Which on the headland didn't choose to be

Bends windward, pliant, supplicant,

Submissive to the force it can't control

A natural love to nature's power.

So we like trees bend and adapt,

Pleasing to this, pleasing to that,

Trying and failing, struggling and failing

To try to express the inexpressible fact

That without love we wither and die

Yet discovered the secret is so hard to live by.

Love never dies but sometimes it hides.


Hard-hearted humans hark to the call

Aspire to be loving or nothing at all.

@adammacdougall4119

who wrote that?

@agnieszka3479

Beautiful ❤️

@ivykiwiik

I like this very much <3

@martapetrosyan7499

Some day ppl will find this lost song, I hope

@owenrandle8265

Just found it, after it was played last night on BBC2's Digging For Britain (Ep 2/6)
- Along with some other Johnny Flynn / Robert Macfarlane songs like Coins For The Eyes

@lynnbarrett3376

Lovely 👍

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