Reload
New Model Army Lyrics


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If I have to see another fucking Union Jack flying on the orders of the government, I’m going to be sick
The favourite colours of the heirs of the slavers, taking everything and stashing it away in a pretty little Caribbean island
The company captains’ children are heading uptown all dressed to the nines for the taking of applause
They like to slap each other on the back for the campaign funds as the champagne flows at the giving of awards
While the lights grow dim all across our town
It’s only debt that trickles down
Ah, behold! Another smoking gun
Reload, reload, reload

They ride in a fleet of cloak-black, bullet-proof Mercs away from the crowds all staring at themselves in the mirror-glass windows
There’s nothing to see so just follow the money all of the way to a pretty little paradise tax-free Caribbean island
We get what we deserve are the precious little words that the billionaire oligarchs like to tell themselves
Sitting pretty at the tables of the bent casinos counting out the winnings from a fixed-up game of organised thievery
And the gold on the coins is not real
And the margins made are a fucking steal
Ah, behold! Another smoking gun
Reload, reload, reload

So the gold on the coins is not real but money comes like a god
And money acts like a plague, then money acts like a drought
And all we feel is rage and all we hear is rage
We’re only fuel for them to burn, we’re only fuel for them to burn

Another little death and the game is done
Reload, reload, reload
And the lights grow dim all across our town
It’s only debt that trickles down




Ah, behold! Another smoking gun
Reload, reload, reload…

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Reload" by New Model Army are a scathing critique of the powerful elites and their manipulation of wealth and power. The song starts off with a strong disdain for the Union Jack, symbolizing the government's control and authority. The reference to the heirs of the slavers suggests that wealth and privilege have been inherited from a dark past, while they stash their riches away in tax-free Caribbean islands.


The lyrics then depict the company captains' children, representing the wealthy and influential, dressed up and seeking admiration and applause. They congratulate each other on their campaign funds and celebrate with champagne, while the rest of the town is left in the darkness of debt. The phrase "It's only debt that trickles down" refers to the idea that the burdens and consequences of financial mismanagement are passed on to the general public.


The second verse continues to expose the corruption and greed of the powerful. They drive around in black, bullet-proof Mercedes cars, away from the gaze of the people who are left staring at their own reflections in the windows. The message is clear: follow the money, and it leads to the hidden paradise of the tax havens. The billionaire oligarchs console themselves with the belief that they deserve their wealth and power, while they exploit rigged systems to accumulate even more. The gold on the coins is a metaphor for the illusion of value and authenticity that the elites perpetuate.


The chorus exclaims "Reload!" as a call to action, urging listeners to recognize the manipulation and deceit of those in power. The repetition of the word emphasizes the need to keep fighting against this system of inequality and corruption. The song ends with the realization that we, the people, are merely fuel for the rich to exploit. Each death, each act of injustice, is just another round to be reloaded and perpetuated.


Overall, "Reload" is a powerful indictment of the abusive and unfair practices of the powerful elites and serves as a call to stand up against this manipulation.


Line by Line Meaning

If I have to see another fucking Union Jack flying on the orders of the government, I’m going to be sick
The sight of the Union Jack flag, symbolizing the oppressive government, makes me feel disgusted and nauseous.


The favourite colours of the heirs of the slavers, taking everything and stashing it away in a pretty little Caribbean island
The wealthy descendants of slave-owners hoard their wealth in offshore tax havens, reminiscent of their exploitative ancestors.


The company captains’ children are heading uptown all dressed to the nines for the taking of applause
The privileged offspring of corporate elites confidently seek recognition and praise for their inherited status and wealth.


They like to slap each other on the back for the campaign funds as the champagne flows at the giving of awards
They celebrate and congratulate each other for the money they contribute to political campaigns, enjoying lavish parties with abundant champagne and receiving accolades.


While the lights grow dim all across our town
As inequality and corruption thrive, our community becomes darker and more neglected.


It’s only debt that trickles down
The economic burden and consequences of the elite's actions are ultimately borne by the common people.


Ah, behold! Another smoking gun
Look! Here is yet another undeniable proof of their wrongdoing.


Reload, reload, reload
We must continue to expose and confront their corruption and injustices.


They ride in a fleet of cloak-black, bullet-proof Mercs away from the crowds all staring at themselves in the mirror-glass windows
The wealthy elites escape in a convoy of luxurious, armored Mercedes cars, isolating themselves from the masses who can only dream and reflect on their own lesser existence.


There’s nothing to see so just follow the money all of the way to a pretty little paradise tax-free Caribbean island
If you want to uncover the truth, simply trace the flow of money to a serene, tax-free haven in the Caribbean.


We get what we deserve are the precious little words that the billionaire oligarchs like to tell themselves
The ultra-wealthy oligarchs reassure themselves with the notion that the common people deserve their struggles and dire circumstances.


Sitting pretty at the tables of the bent casinos counting out the winnings from a fixed-up game of organised thievery
The elites profit and revel in their ill-gotten gains, obtained through a rigged system designed to favor their interests.


And the gold on the coins is not real
The value and authenticity of the currency are merely illusions, symbolizing a corrupt financial system.


And the margins made are a fucking steal
The profits accumulated by the elites are outrageously excessive and obtained through unethical means.


So the gold on the coins is not real but money comes like a god
Although the currency lacks inherent value, money is idolized and worshipped as if it possesses divine power.


And money acts like a plague, then money acts like a drought
Money can both spread destruction and leave people deprived when it is unevenly distributed and controlled.


And all we feel is rage and all we hear is rage
The prevailing sentiment among the oppressed is anger and frustration, as their voices advocating for change go ignored.


We’re only fuel for them to burn, we’re only fuel for them to burn
We are mere instruments that the elites exploit and discard in order to serve their own interests.


Another little death and the game is done
With each act of oppression and suppression, the hope for justice and fairness diminishes.


And the lights grow dim all across our town
As the influence and power of the elites expand, our community becomes darker and more impoverished.


It’s only debt that trickles down
The burdens and consequences of economic inequality are felt by the common people, while the elites escape unscathed.


Ah, behold! Another smoking gun
Look! Here is yet another undeniable proof of their wrongdoing.


Reload, reload, reload
We must continue to expose and confront their corruption and injustices.




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Comments from YouTube:

@americangangster1911

The gun in this video was empty, you must use extreme care when inserting a loaded cylinder so that the hammer does not strike the cap with any amount of force. After a loaded cylinder is inserted you should rest the hammer in the slots located between the nipples. I only have one cylinder for this gun so removing and inserting the same cylinder is the best I can do right now.

@khester7397

Lol, excellent!

I dont think ill be attempting anything like this until i come across an ugly old spare cylinder though. Impossible to practice these swaps without developing a "beauty ring" where the cylinder bolt is scoring the bluing.

Impressive dexterity and a very cool skill!

You should make a video shooting a full cylinder, wicked fast swap and then empty the new cylinder.

@Nebulasecura

So in a way this was probably the fastest gun you could reload with in the civil war at the time, if you had one and had pre loaded spare cylinders of course.

@dylanmcclain8668

Some people did do it, but it wasn't as common as it should have been

@garymitchell5899

Reloading the same shot cylinder maybe wouldn't be the best option - is that why it wasn't done often?

@eardwaith6888

@@garymitchell5899 They kept a second or even a third revolver.

@reprobaterenegade2594

Oh man, the skill it takes to pull that off as quick as you are. Now I want to practice

@americangangster1911

Thanks, I've had the gun for almost 13 years now, it was my first handgun so I have had a lot of practice. It will wear and scratch the bluing a little bit so be careful about that if your gun is in good condition.

@themelancholywalrus3968

Took me forever to find a ‘58 in stock with no price gouging (seriously, like 9 months). Finally ordered a Pietta Remy 1858 New Army with oversized frame and grip today from Dixie Gun Works. After watching this video, now i gotta get an extra cylinder or two as well as a Kirst Conversion cylinder. Well done dude, that’s some impressive speed and skill!

@americangangster1911

Nice, I want to get a conversation cylinder some day, thanks for the comment.

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