The song features Robert Del Naja on vocals. Atlas Air is also formerly known as Marakesh.
Atlas Air
Massive Attack Lyrics
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This time is fixed let's sweeten our facilities
It took all the man in me
To be the dog you wanted me to be
Shall we take a spin again no witnesses?
This time is fixed seven three seven is
You won't feel a thingBegging until you give it up insane
Fish like little silver knives
Make the cuts on my inside
Yeah, let 'em feast my heart is big, my heart is big
My blood will slide in metal studs
Tourniquet will hold its groove
Tourniquet will keep its grip
It took all the man in me
To be the dog you wanted me to be
Yeah, let 'em feast my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide
You let him feast my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide
Got nothing to lose but my chains
Internet feats on my brains
Head in the sand, feet in the clay
And time is still like grease it slips
Sucking in, spit in pips
Yeah, spitting pips
Nothing to lose but my chains
Head in the sand, feet in the clay
A place to piece, a place to pray
A little money here should get me on my feet
This gun of smoke is slaying me
And time is still like grease it slips
Suck it in, spit in pips
Yeah, spit in pips
My heart was big and like my pride
Let 'em feast on my insides
And when the filled had spilled its guts
Gently open then it shuts
I'm in the hole
Three thousand days
A buried soul
They live the dream
In terminal
No war too mean
I know the drill
Got cells to burn
I'm dressed to kill
A mortal coil
And time is still
On secret soil
Yeah, pay the bills
Cells to burn
Mouths to fill
On Boeing jets
In the sunset make glowing threats
The lyrics of the song Atlas Air by Massive Attack are very intriguing and open to interpretation. It seems that the song is discussing a business deal or some sort of transaction that involves spinning something, which could mean negotiating or finalizing a deal. The lyrics suggest that the singer has had to compromise and act as subservient as a dog in order to appease the other party. The reference to a tourniquet also adds to the sense of submission and self-harm. The lyrics suggest that the singer is willing to go to extreme lengths, even if it means being driven to insanity, to get what they want.
The song also includes references to the internet and modern technology, which could be interpreted as a commentary on how these things can control and consume us. The singer appears to be overwhelmed and trapped in a cycle of violence and submission. The lyrics suggest that the singer has nothing to lose but their chains and is willing to sacrifice their own well-being for the sake of success.
Overall, the lyrics of Atlas Air convey a sense of desperation and a willingness to do whatever it takes to succeed in business, even if it means sacrificing one's own mental, physical, and emotional health.
Line by Line Meaning
Yes, shall we take a spin again in business?
Shall we do it again with no one watching, and sweeten our terms?
This time is fixed let's sweeten our facilities
This time, the arrangement is set, let's make it better for our needs
It took all the man in me To be the dog you wanted me to be
It required all my efforts to please you and submit as you wanted
Shall we take a spin again no witnesses?
Shall we repeat it without anyone around?
This time is fixed seven three seven is
This time is assured, and we'll use Boeing 737s
You won't feel a thing
The victim won't experience any pain
Begging until you give it up insane
We'll relentlessly compel you to surrender, which sounds crazy
Fish like little silver knives
Feeling so low and empty is like being stabbed by small silver fish
Make the cuts on my inside
The pain feels like cuts being made internally
Yeah, let 'em feast my heart is big, my heart is big
I'm so vulnerable that I'm giving my body to 'them' to enjoy, despite my large heart
My blood will slide in metal studs
I'll be held fast by metal pins, which penetrate me to hurt and immobilize
Tourniquet will hold its groove
The device that stops my blood flow will securely do its job
Tourniquet will keep its grip
The tourniquet will remain tightly fastened
Yeah, let 'em feast my heart is big
I'm submitting to the pain because of my willingness to be vulnerable
Got nothing to lose but my chains
At this point, I have no possessions except my physical bondage
Internet feats on my brains
My mind and emotions are being manipulated by other people online
Head in the sand, feet in the clay
I'm not dealing with certain issues (head in sand) while being weighed down by others (feet in clay)
And time is still like grease it slips
Despite feeling trapped, time keeps moving, like a slippy substance
Sucking in, spit in pips
I'm forced to inhale in and choke out oral squirts
A place to piece, a place to pray
I desperately need a place where I can be whole and connect with my higher power
A little money here should get me on my feet
Some funds would materially help me get back on track
This gun of smoke is slaying me
I'm being destroyed from inhaling toxic fumes
My heart was big and like my pride
I recently felt emotionally strong and proud
Let 'em feast on my insides
Even though I'm vulnerable, I'm willingly giving my body to my captors
And when the filled had spilled its guts
When I couldn't bear it anymore and unleashed all of my pent-up emotions
Gently open then it shuts
My emotions come in waves, opening and closing again
I'm in the hole
I feel emotionally stuck and in despair
Three thousand days
I've been in this state for an extremely long time
A buried soul
My inner self is deeply buried and obscured by pain
They live the dream
Other people are living life to the fullest
In terminal
At the end of a journey
No war too mean
They will stop at no depravity to accomplish their goals
I know the drill
I'm familiar with this unpleasant situation
Got cells to burn
I have the ability to sustain myself by creating energy and moving forward
I'm dressed to kill
I'm dressed in a way that gives me confidence
A mortal coil
My physical body that's finite and looks will weaken and demise
On secret soil
In a mysterious location, isolated from the world
Yeah, pay the bills
Although an unpleasant job, I'm doing what it takes to survive
Mouths to fill
I'm responsible for providing for others
On Boeing jets
Traveling on high-end transportation
In the sunset make glowing threats
Making serious plans, with nature as a backdrop
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Robert Del Naja, Neil Davidge, John Malvern Baggott, Grantley Evan Marshall
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@jonathangonzalez588
Yes shall we take a spin again in business
This time is fixed lets sweeten our facilities
It took all the man in me
To be the dog you wanted me to be
Shall we take a spin again no witnesses
This time is fixed seven three seven is
You won't feel a thing
Begging until you give it up insane
Fish like little silver knives
Make the cuts on my inside
Yeah let him feast my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide in metal studs
Tourniquet will hold its groove
Tourniquet will keep its grip
It took all the man in me
To be the dog you wanted me to be
Yeah let him feast my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide
You let him feast my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide
Got nothing to lose but my chains
Internet feats on my brains
Head in the sand, feet in the clay
And time is still like grease it slips
Sucking in, spit in pips
Just spitting pips
Nothing to lose but my chains
Internet beats on my brains
Head in the sand, feet in the clay
A place to piece, a place to pray
?
This gun of smoke is slaying me
And time is still like grease it slips
Suck it in, spit in pips
Yeah spit in pips
My heart was big and like my pride
Let them feast on my insides
And when the filled had spilled its guts
Gently open then it shuts
I'm in the hole
Three thousand days
A buried soul
They live the dream
In terminal
No war too mean
I know the drill
Got cells to burn
I'm dressed to kill
A mortal coil
And time is still
On secret soil
Yeah pay the bills
Cells to burn
Mouths to fill
On Boeing jets
In the sunset make glowing threats
@allenkirk555
Altas Air:
Composer, Vocals: Kirk Allen
Composer: Andrew Taggart
Composer: Johnny McDaid
Composer: Mark McClelland
Composer: Nathan Connolly
Composer: Jonny Quinn
Composer: Iain Archer
Written By:
Kirk Allen, Andrew “Drew” Taggart, John McDaid,
Jonathan Graham Quinn, Mark Peter McClelland
Produced And Performed By
Massive Violent Attack, Kirk Allen & John McDaid
© 2018 Parlophone Records
@TheZaza101
Massive Attack + Good headphones = Mind Blown
@spiral-viper
Listen to Angel ;)
@statickk14
The person who directed the video is a visionary....
@beachpatrolgolgothic
Who dat?!
@StefNitert
@@beachpatrolgolgothic Edouard Salier if I'm not mistaken.
@scottbirch968
Is this the video for Lone Wolf?
@alvaro.makes.music1
what do you think the video means?
@manoz6194
Imagine a movie like this
@RM-lj8bv
I never realised how great this album is till now.
@yasenvasiliev3714
How can this masterpiece have only a million views ? Humanity needs this !