Island
New Model Army Lyrics


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The wind blows keen across the ridge
Black against a charcoal grey
We climb up here by the winding path made so long ago
In the valley below the last few lights
Glow just like the embers of a fire
We begin to remember, we begin to remember

We came by the sea and we took the land
We spread out across the plains
And on and on to the mountains
Until there was nothing left to conquer
The sound of chopping trees echoed through the woods
We built the ships and the houses
And the bridges and the fortifications
Until there was nothing left to build with
Now in the silver grey dome of the sky
The birds fly home for winter
And we all come down to the shore and stare across the waves
We've got to get off the island

We carved monuments to the angry gods
We hauled stone across the deserts of our own making
From the standing stones to the villages
To the shining palaces looking out over the water
The soil is growing thin, the yield running low
There's too many of us here, too many of us here
And now ragged ribbons of rain sweep in
As the birds fly home for winter




And we all come down to the shore and stare across the waves
We've got to get off the island

Overall Meaning

The song "Island" by British rock band New Model Army talks about the theme of human colonization and its impact on the environment. The lyrics speak of the Industrial Revolution in England and the ruthlessness with which people destroyed natural resources and overused them for their own purposes. In the initial set of lyrics, we see the contrast between the dark, windy mountain peak and the valley illuminated by the artificial light of human habitation. The reminiscing that occurs is a reflection of the realization that human beings have conquered and used every inch of land they deemed useful.


The song portrays the human race as greedy and selfish. New Model Army describes people as taking over the land, chopping down trees, building ships, bridges, fortifications, and stone monuments to the gods while neglecting the environment. They have exhausted the earth's resources, and the soil is becoming infertile, and the yield cycles are decreasing. The song suggests that people must leave their "island" to begin a new chapter in order to protect the earth from destruction. The final verse speaks of the rain sweeping in, adding emphasis that people should leave the island and find a new home.


Line by Line Meaning

The wind blows keen across the ridge
The strong wind is blowing across the mountain and it feels cold


Black against a charcoal grey
The sky is dark and gloomy


We climb up here by the winding path made so long ago
We are climbing up the mountain using a path that was created many years ago


In the valley below the last few lights
Down in the valley, there are only a few lights left


Glow just like the embers of a fire
The lights look like small glowing embers of a fire


We begin to remember, we begin to remember
We start to recall our memories from the past


We came by the sea and we took the land
We arrived at this land by crossing the sea and took over it


We spread out across the plains
We moved across the flat lands in search of more space


And on and on to the mountains
We kept moving towards the mountains without stopping


Until there was nothing left to conquer
We continued our expansion until there was no other land to conquer


The sound of chopping trees echoed through the woods
The noise of cutting down trees could be heard in the forest


We built the ships and the houses
We constructed ships and houses for ourselves


And the bridges and the fortifications
We also built bridges and defenses


Until there was nothing left to build with
We kept building without realizing that we were using up all our resources


Now in the silver grey dome of the sky
The sky looks silver-grey in color


The birds fly home for winter
The birds are flying back to their homes for winter


And we all come down to the shore and stare across the waves
We go down to the beach and stare at the ocean


We've got to get off the island
We must leave this island and move away


We carved monuments to the angry gods
We built structures to honor our angry gods


We hauled stone across the deserts of our own making
We made our own deserts and transported stones across them


From the standing stones to the villages
We moved the stones from our standing monuments to our villages


To the shining palaces looking out over the water
We even built grand palaces that overlooked the sea


The soil is growing thin, the yield running low
The soil is becoming barren and we are unable to produce much crop


There's too many of us here, too many of us here
There are too many people living here and we are unable to sustain ourselves


And now ragged ribbons of rain sweep in
The rain is rough and heavy, coming in like ragged ribbons


As the birds fly home for winter
The birds are still flying home for winter


And we all come down to the shore and stare across the waves
We are still going down to the beach and looking at the ocean


We've got to get off the island
It is imperative that we leave this island before it's too late




Lyrics © Global Talent Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: JAMES MICHAEL CRATCHLEY, MIGUEL KOCH, JONATHAN SAMUEL LLOYD, DAN WHITE, James Cratchley

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evi soulis

"The wind blows keen across the ridge, black against a charcoal grey
We climb up here by the winding path, made so long ago
In the valley below the last few lights glow just like the embers of a fire
We begin to remember, we begin to remember...
We came by sea and we took the land
We spread out across the plains and on and on to the mountains
Until there was nothing left to conquer
The sound of chopping trees echoed through the woods
We built the ships and the houses and the bridges and the fortifications
Until there was nothing left to build with
Now in the silver grey dome of the sky
The birds fly home for winter
And we all come down to the shore and stare across the waves
We've got to get off the island
We carved monuments to the angry gods
We hauled stone across the deserts of our own making
From the standing stones to the villages
to the shining palaces looking out over the water
The soil is growing thin, the yield is running low
There's too many of us here, too many of us here
And now ragged ribbons of rain sweep in
As the birds fly home for winter
And we all come down to the shore and stare across the waves
We've got to get off the island"

David Robertson

Love how the bass holds the song. One of the best!

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