100
Lotus Omega Lyrics
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Of clueless blues,
Pays the views,
And no-mans news.
Blades will fade from blood to sport,
The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Smokers rode a colonial pig, [Smoke is rolling colonial pink,]
Drink and frame this pain i think.
You bleed your wings and then disappear.
The moving scenes and pilot lights, [...pyre lights]
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
And battle lines are drawn across this town.
Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames, [Talk me down...]
And nothing's changed.
Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like 1968 again.
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Well pretty flames.
In school I would just bite my tongue,
And now your words they strike me down. [But now your words have struck me dumb.]
The flags are false and they contradict,
They point and click which wounds to lick,
On avenues this christian breeze,
Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
It frays this skin and then underscore.
The case for war you spin and bleed,
The sales you feel screensavers feed,
The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The moving scenes and suburbanites,
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
The battle lines are drawn across this town.
English boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Hearts and minds and US Planes,
Nothing's changed...
And english boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like the 1980's again,
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
More pretty flames.
The song "100" by Lotus Omega paints a dark picture of the current state of society. The lyrics suggest that people are becoming increasingly disconnected from reality, as they obsess over their city shoes and pay attention only to their own views and the news that directly affects them. The song contrasts this self-absorbed attitude with the riots and protests of past generations, suggesting that today's society is failing to rise up against the injustices that are occurring.
The lyrics also touch on the issue of addiction, with the use of heroin being a metaphor for the way that people are becoming numb to the world around them. The line "The heroin's cut these fuses short" suggests that people are losing the ability to feel empathy or compassion, and are instead focused only on their own needs and desires.
The song's chorus is particularly powerful, repeating the assertion that "nothing's changed" despite the passage of time. This is a bleak statement, suggesting that all of the advancements and progress of recent years have done little to solve the world's problems. The final lines of the song suggest that society is on the brink of collapse, with battle lines being drawn and people preparing for conflict.
Line by Line Meaning
In city shoes,
Wearing formal shoes in city streets.
Of clueless blues,
Feeling confused and lost in this urban environment.
Pays the views,
Paying attention to everything happening around me.
And no-mans news.
Focusing on events that are not mainstream news.
Blades will fade from blood to sport,
Violence will become normalized as a form of entertainment.
The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Drug addiction has destroyed people's potential and shortens their lives.
Smokers rode a colonial pig,
Smoking is a waste of time and money.
Drink and frame this pain i think.
Drinking alcohol is a way to cope with emotional pain.
I'm melting silver poles my dear,
I am doing something that is destructive to myself and others.
You bleed your wings and then disappear.
You are suffering and trying to avoid the pain through escapist behavior.
The moving scenes and pilot lights,
The dynamic and intense scenes of urban life.
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
People are willing to take extreme measures to achieve success and recognition.
Modern times come talk me down,
The fast-paced and complex nature of modern life is making me feel overwhelmed and anxious.
And battle lines are drawn across this town.
People are divided and taking sides in various social and political conflicts.
Parisian boys without your names,
Young men in Paris who feel marginalized and disenfranchised.
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
They are fighting for their rights and freedom.
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames,
Trying to convince them to stop the destructive behavior.
And nothing's changed.
Despite the protests and conflicts, the situation remains the same.
Riot like 1968 again.
Protests and social unrest similar to what happened in 1968 Paris.
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
The anger and frustration remains despite the passage of time.
Well pretty flames.
The displays of protests and riots can be visually stunning.
In school I would just bite my tongue,
I used to keep quiet and avoid confrontation.
And now your words they strike me down.
But now I am more sensitive to criticism and insults.
The flags are false and they contradict,
The symbols of authority and nationalism are hypocritical and misleading.
They point and click which wounds to lick,
The media chooses what to focus on and how to shape our opinions.
On avenues this christian breeze,
The dominant culture and ideology is oppressive and restrictive.
Turns it's heart to more needles please.
People are using drugs to escape the pain and oppression.
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
Drug addiction has taken over our lives and we can't stop craving more.
It frays this skin and then underscore.
The addiction is ruining our physical and mental health and making us more vulnerable.
The case for war you spin and bleed,
The government and media are promoting war and violence for their own interests.
The sales you feel screensavers feed,
Consumerism is distracting and controlling us through technology and advertising.
The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
The entertainment industry is manipulative and objectifying of women.
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The low-level and immoral behavior of people in power and authority.
The moving scenes and suburbanites,
The dynamic and complex nature of urban life, including the suburbs.
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
People are willing to risk everything to achieve their ambitions and dreams.
English boys without your names,
Young men in England who feel lost and directionless.
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
They are fighting for their rights and freedom.
Hearts and minds and US Planes,
The conflicts in the Middle East involving the US military and political interests.
Nothing's changed...
Despite the efforts and protests, the situation remains the same.
And english boys without your names,
Young men in England who feel lost and directionless.
Riot like the 1980's again,
Protests and conflicts reminiscent of the social unrest in the 1980s.
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
The anger and frustration remains despite the passage of time.
More pretty flames.
The displays of protests and riots can be visually stunning.
Contributed by Levi C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.