All the Little Pieces
Louis XIV Lyrics


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All the little pieces come apart
All the little pieces of your heart
I look at all the children
Whose hearts are strong
Running down the streets like nothings wrong
I look at all the frineds I knew
Now some have changed
Some I know will always be the same
Nobody knows what happens when the moon blew now
Nobody knows, Nobody knows

That all the little pieces come apart
All the little pieces of your heart
All the little pieces come apart
All the little pieces of your heart

If you happen to look away from the people
And you feel the prick from pins and the needles
All which have been stuck into your arms
And all of your cries have been false alarms
And you can't pick up the pieces
No, you can't pick up the pieces

I look at all the children whose hearts are strong
Running down the streets like nothings wrong
I look at all the friends I've known
Some have changed
Some will always stay same
Nobody know that all the little pieces
All the little pieces
All the little pieces come apart
All the little pieces of your heart
All the little pieces
All the little pieces




All the little pieces come apart
All the little pieces of your heart

Overall Meaning

The song "All The Little Pieces" by Louis XIV is a melancholic ballad that speaks of a sense of disillusionment that often comes with growing up. The lyrics paint a picture of a world where everything appears to be going wrong, and the only thing that remains in the face of chaos is the little pieces of one's heart. The song is a lament for a world that is slowly falling apart, and the heartbreaking realization that even the "strong-hearted" children cannot change the fate of a world determined to crumble.


The song begins with the words, "All the little pieces come apart, all the little pieces of your heart," which appear to speak of a sense of disillusionment and fragmentation that many young people experience as they grow older. The image of "all the children whose hearts are strong, running down the streets like nothings wrong" seems to be a nod to the innocence of youth, and the ways in which that innocence is often lost as one grows older. The idea that "some have changed, some will always be the same" is a poignant reminder of the transience of life and the inevitability of change.


The second verse of the song expands on this theme, suggesting that when one looks away from the world, one can feel the "prick of pins and needles" that have been stuck into their arms. The idea that one's own cries have been "false alarms" seems to suggest a sense of despair and hopelessness, as if the world has become so filled with chaos that one's own pain no longer matters. In the end, the song seems to call for a return to simplicity and innocence, a plea for the world to come back together again, and for those who have lost sight of what's important to find their way back to the things that really matter.


Line by Line Meaning

All the little pieces come apart
Life can be tough and cause things to fall apart without warning.


All the little pieces of your heart
The little things that we love and care about can be shattered.


I look at all the children whose hearts are strong
Children have an innocence and resilience that helps them overcome adversity.


Running down the streets like nothings wrong
Children have an ability to enjoy the simple things in life without worrying about what's to come.


I look at all the frineds I knew
As we grow older, the people we know may change and drift apart.


Now some have changed
People change and grow apart.


Some I know will always be the same
Some people will always stay true to who they are and what they believe in.


Nobody knows what happens when the moon blew now
Life is unpredictable and there's no telling what may happen next.


If you happen to look away from the people
Sometimes we need to take time for ourselves and disconnect from the world.


And you feel the prick from pins and the needles
The pains of life can be felt inside and out.


All which have been stuck into your arms
We all carry emotional scars from life's hardships.


And all of your cries have been false alarms
Sometimes we cry out for help but those cries go unanswered.


And you can't pick up the pieces
It's not always easy to put the pieces of ourselves back together.


All the little pieces
The things we love and care about that make up our lives.


All the little pieces come apart
Life can be tough and cause things to fall apart without warning.


All the little pieces of your heart
The little things that we love and care about can be shattered.


All the little pieces
The things we love and care about that make up our lives.


All the little pieces
The things we love and care about that make up our lives.


All the little pieces come apart
Life can be tough and cause things to fall apart without warning.


All the little pieces of your heart
The little things that we love and care about can be shattered.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: HILL, KARSCIG

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Comments from YouTube:

highvibration

Thank you, This is a beautiful song by Louis XlV.

highvibration

Thank you henrydoob. We are so proud of our Louis XIV. A San Diego band (my home town).

Oilwellian

Very well done. 5 stars.

Coke Arenas

great work five stars!

ATopHatt

great video, very powerful

whirlpoolzend

I saw hope in your video, those pictures have got to be just a tiny, tiny fraction of not just the horror, but also the demonstrated humanity- a humanity we all share. We're moved by the combination of such beautiful music and loving human expression in the midst of extreme trauma, because we fundamentally care.

highvibration

Could very well be. Next time I see Jason or Brian I will ask. I work with Marines and this was my interpretation.

highvibration

Yes..it does seem reasonable to hope. We are touched by the kindness of others every day; in them the flame of hope burns...Peace to you my Aussie friend.

maryjane0911

You made me cry at work

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