Prisoner
Little Axe Lyrics


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Each day he finds his way to the graveyard
Without flowers, without prayers
For hours he sits there on the floor
By the people lying there
He doesn't know any name
Written in the cold stones
He spells each of them tenderly
Looks forward to be one of them

He's a prisoner in his own world
Doesn't take the challenge to break out
Poor prisoner in your own world
Is there nothing you can smile about?
Poor prisoner in your own world

Each day he leads his car to his office
Without thinking, without dreaming
He nods to everyone
Without even looking at them
He doesn't know any face
Belonging to those name-plates
Ignores each of them naturally
Refusing to be one of them

He's a prisoner in his own world
Doesn't take the challenge to break out
Poor prisoner in your own world




Is there nothing you can smile about?
Poor prisoner in your own world

Overall Meaning

The song "Prisoner" by Little Axe portrays the life of a person who is trapped in his own world, isolated from others. The first verse describes how he spends his time in the graveyard, sitting among the graves of strangers. He doesn't know their names, but he spells each of them out tenderly, suggesting he longs for connection and meaning in a lonely world. He expects to become one of them someday, a poignant reminder of his own mortality.


The second verse describes his routine at work, where he goes through the motions without any passion or purpose. He doesn't even bother to notice the people around him, ignoring the nameplates on their desks. The repetition of "without" in the first two lines emphasizes his lack of engagement with the world. The chorus reinforces the theme of his imprisonment, asking whether there is nothing he can smile about. He seems resigned to his fate, unwilling to take the challenge to break out and experience life fully.


Overall, the song paints a sad picture of someone who is isolated and disconnected from others. The graveyard symbolizes the human need for connection and community, but the singer is unable to find it. The repetition of "poor prisoner" suggests that the singer pities him, but also sees him as the creator of his own prison.


Line by Line Meaning

Each day he finds his way to the graveyard
Every day he goes to the cemetery


Without flowers, without prayers
He doesn't bring any flowers or pray for the dead


For hours he sits there on the floor
He spends hours sitting on the ground there


By the people lying there
Beside the people buried there


He doesn't know any name
He doesn't know the names of those buried there


Written in the cold stones
Carved into the tombstones


He spells each of them tenderly
He pronounces each name with care


Looks forward to be one of them
He hopes to be buried there one day


He's a prisoner in his own world
He's trapped in his own thoughts and habits


Doesn't take the challenge to break out
He doesn't try to overcome his situation


Poor prisoner in your own world
He's pitifully trapped in his own world


Is there nothing you can smile about?
Doesn't he have anything to be happy about?


Each day he leads his car to his office
Every day he drives to work


Without thinking, without dreaming
He goes through the motions without any imagination


He nods to everyone
He acknowledges everyone


Without even looking at them
Without even making eye contact


He doesn't know any face
He doesn't know the people he works with


Belonging to those name-plates
Whose names are on the office doors


Ignores each of them naturally
He ignores them without even thinking


Refusing to be one of them
He doesn't want to be like his colleagues




Writer(s): Lukas Zimmermann Copyright: Excessive Ed.

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