Brave New World
New Model Army Lyrics


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The thick black smoke comes rising up, silent in these dreams
There's faces leering through the haze, that ripples in the heat
And words are just some place to hide, a wall that we can run behind
When truth is itching, twisting, turning, but locked away deep down inside
No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all

We sat up talking late last night, trying to make some sense
But we were just skirting round with clever words
And all the things that we pretend
There's guard dogs straining at the leash, with the soldiers standing by
Staring into empty space beyond the twisted wire
No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all




So when this nightmare's over, will you just rock me back to sleep
Tomorrow is another day, passive in their Brave New World

Overall Meaning

The song "Brave New World" by New Model Army explores the concept of living in a dystopian society where the truth is hidden and words are just used to hide behind. The opening lines describe the thick black smoke that rises silently in the dreams, indicating the destruction of truth and transparency in society. The haze that ripples in the heat represents the confusion and uncertainty amongst people as the truth is hidden from sight. The use of words as a wall to hide behind portrays the fear to make a genuine connection or express authentic feelings since the truth is itching and twisting deep down.


The second verse describes the futility of trying to make sense of things with just words. The guard dogs and soldiers signify the control and oppression in society. The soldiers staring into empty spaces beyond the twisted wire depict the disillusionment within them. The line "passive in their Brave New World" ends the chorus, indicating the dehumanization and apathy that come with living in a world devoid of truth and authenticity.


Line by Line Meaning

The thick black smoke comes rising up, silent in these dreams
The smoke symbolizes the confusion and chaos that surrounds us, which we perceive only in our dreams.


There's faces leering through the haze, that ripples in the heat
In spite of the thick smoke and confusion, we can still see the danger lurking in the shadows that are made visible by the haze.


And words are just some place to hide, a wall that we can run behind
When we try to find solace in words or in language, they only serve as a facade or a placeholder for something real to hide behind.


When truth is itching, twisting, turning, but locked away deep down inside
The truth is always within us and is trying to come out, but we keep it locked away deep down inside, where it cannot be accessed.


No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all
We blind ourselves to the truth and pretend there is no danger or problem around us, even though our innermost instincts tell us otherwise.


We sat up talking late last night, trying to make some sense
We talk to each other to try and make sense of the confusion and chaos around us.


But we were just skirting round with clever words
However, the language and words we use only serve as a clever way to avoid confronting the truth head on.


And all the things that we pretend
All the things we pretend to be or do, are but a cover for our innermost feelings of fear and uncertainty.


There's guard dogs straining at the leash, with the soldiers standing by
The powerful entities that we rely on to protect us are becoming restless, and we begin to fear their power or potential betrayal.


Staring into empty space beyond the twisted wire
Despite the physical boundaries that separate us from our fear, they continue to hover on the periphery of our consciousness, unseen by others.


So when this nightmare's over, will you just rock me back to sleep
Once we confront and overcome the fear, will we once again return to our previous state of ignorance or will we learn from it and confront future challenges?


Tomorrow is another day, passive in their Brave New World
Regardless of the outcome of our confrontation with fear, there will always be someone, some system or some entity that will continue to exert control over us, passive in a world that seeks to deny our individuality and freedom.




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Anna Logg


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Meaningless "AI" generated guff. Welcome to the future of the internet. Fortunately I still have my cassettes with lyrics on the inlay card, and an imagination.

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