R.I.P.
New Model Army Lyrics


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This all started the way things do
With a laugh and a cup of tea around the fire
As we sheltered from those wicked winds in front of that old TV
And we traded ideas as we watched each other with those ambitious bright eyes
Those eyes that saw every detail of the world so clear
And we bided our time impatiently until the hunger really burned
And the softest sweetest kisses were lost amidst the thunder in our hearts
We watched the people round us getting up, getting on, getting old
But the game we were going to play so well - we'd get to stay young forever
To begin with they just smiled and stepped around our little fire
But remember how pretty soon that all began to change
But now bitter in this great city all the little children should go home
Because the big men want to make deals
When they find you've got something they want
The party's gone, the party's done, the party's over children
You'd better go home

Funny how they all come running if you let your pockets jangle a little
And there's that strange queasy feeling
Every time someone holds a door open for you
Such sweetness, such kindness - while they manoeuvre you into position
And we all know how hard it is to bite the hand that feeds you
Remember all those old films we used to watch every Friday night on TV
However fast you run, however slow the Mummy walks
It always catches you in the end
The party's gone, the party's done, the party's over children
You'd better go home
This ain't no place anymore for little girls or little boys
Not unless you want them to spoon-feed you all your life
The party's gone, the party's done, the party's over children




This dream is gone, this dream is dead, this dream is over, children
You'd better go home

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of New Model Army's song "R.I.P." paint a picture of a group of idealistic, ambitious individuals who started off with dreams of staying young forever while trading ideas and watching old films on TV. The song begins on a lighthearted note, with the group sheltering from wicked winds in front of an old TV while laughing and sipping tea. However, the tone slowly turns dark as the song progresses, perhaps symbolizing the loss of innocence and the harsh realities of the world.


The song references the bitter nature of city life and the way people change when they realize others have something they want. The song speaks of the way people treat you when they believe they can benefit from your resources, and the difficulty in biting the hand that feeds you. The song ends with a message of warning - this world is no longer a place for little girls and boys unless they want to be spoon-fed for the rest of their lives. The dream of staying young forever and achieving all their hopes and dreams is over, and it's time to go home.


Overall, the song seems to be a commentary on the loss of innocence and the harsh realities of living in the modern world, where the pursuit of success and material possessions can overshadow the importance of human connection and personal values.


Line by Line Meaning

This all started the way things do
This story began in a typical way


With a laugh and a cup of tea around the fire
We were gathered around a fire, enjoying each other's company and conversation


As we sheltered from those wicked winds in front of that old TV
We sought refuge from the harsh winds and cold by sitting inside in front of the TV


And we traded ideas as we watched each other with those ambitious bright eyes
We shared our thoughts and aspirations with one another, our eyes filled with determination and hope


Those eyes that saw every detail of the world so clear
Our eyes were open to the world, noticing and observing everything around us with clarity


And we bided our time impatiently until the hunger really burned
We waited eagerly for an opportunity until the desire for success and achievement became overwhelming


And the softest sweetest kisses were lost amidst the thunder in our hearts
Our romantic relationships and personal connections were overshadowed by our intense drive to succeed


We watched the people round us getting up, getting on, getting old
We observed those around us growing and living their lives in a normal fashion


But the game we were going to play so well - we'd get to stay young forever
Our plan was to succeed in life so completely that we would never have to age or worry like everyone else


To begin with they just smiled and stepped around our little fire
Initially others humored us and tolerated our ambitious outlook


But remember how pretty soon that all began to change
Eventually others began to see our dream as impractical and our ambition as annoying


But now bitter in this great city all the little children should go home
The harsh reality is that the brutal city is not a place for the innocent or naive


Because the big men want to make deals
The powerful people in this city are only interested in their own gain and are willing to do whatever is necessary to succeed


When they find you've got something they want
The moment someone recognizes your value or sees that you possess something they desire, you become a target


The party's gone, the party's done, the party's over children
Our dream and our hope have been destroyed


You'd better go home
You should abandon your unrealistic dreams and return to reality


Funny how they all come running if you let your pockets jangle a little
People only seem to pay attention to you when they think you have something to offer


And there's that strange queasy feeling
There is a sense of uneasiness when you realize you are being used or manipulated


Every time someone holds a door open for you
People may do little things to win your favor or gain something from you, like holding a door open


Such sweetness, such kindness - while they manoeuvre you into position
These kind gestures are not always genuine and may be a means to an end


And we all know how hard it is to bite the hand that feeds you
It is difficult to stand up to or resist someone who has power over you


Remember all those old films we used to watch every Friday night on TV
We used to enjoy simple pleasures and easy entertainment


However fast you run, however slow the Mummy walks
No matter how hard you try to escape, you can never outrun death or the end of your dreams


The party's gone, the party's done, the party's over children
Our dream is dead


This ain't no place anymore for little girls or little boys
The world is a harsh and unforgiving place, unsuited for the innocent or naive


Not unless you want them to spoon-feed you all your life
You will be taken care of only as long as you accept a life of subservience and dependence


This dream is gone, this dream is dead, this dream is over, children
Our idealistic dream has come to an end


You'd better go home
It is time to give up hope and return to reality




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: JUSTIN SULLIVAN, JUSTIN EDWARD SULLIVAN, ROBERT HEATON, ROBERT CHARLES HEATON

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Comments from YouTube:

Koukol & FSG

Absolutely gorgeous song!!

Pat Kelly

Its so interesting to listen to agitated and raw songs like this from way back in 1986. I was 7 yrs old at the time so its intriguing to hear what the switched-on folk were feeling at the time.

No Cover Charge

i l
have loved this band since 1987

Seemöve Projekt

"This dream is gone, this dream is dead, this dream is over children... Is better go home..."

Pat Kelly

Does anyone out there have any footage from NMA 1985 glastonbury gig pls?

Adrian Walker

Prophetic

Mario Bourges

This music it is in B-Sides And Abandoned Tracks.

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