Touch
Paul Williams Daft Punk Lyrics


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Touch, touch
I remember touch
Touch, touch
I remember touch
Where do I belong?
Touch, I need something more
I remember touch
I need something more in my mind

Touch, I remember touch
Pictures came with touch
A painter in my mind
Tell me what you see
A tourist in a dream
A visitor, it seems
A half-forgotten song
Where do I belong?
Tell me what you see
I need something more

Kiss, suddenly alive
Happiness arrive
Hunger like a storm
How do I begin?
A room within a room
A door behind a door
Touch, where do you lead?
I need something more
Tell me what you see
I need something more

Home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer, you're

You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer, you're

Touch, sweet touch
You've given me too much to feel
Sweet touch
You've almost convinced me I'm real




I need something more
I need something more

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Daft Punk's song "Touch" are layered with emotional depth and introspection. The song begins with the singer recalling the sense of touch, which brings forth memories and images. The line, "pictures came with touch," suggests that touch has the power to evoke emotions and mental pictures. The singer goes on to describe this process as "a painter in my mind."


The following lines suggest a feeling of being lost or disconnected, as the singer questions where they belong. They mention feeling like a "tourist in a dream" and a visitor who is "half-forgotten." This sense of uncertainty is mirrored in the following section where the singer longs for something more substantial. They describe experiencing sudden bursts of emotion, such as happiness and hunger, and feeling overwhelmed by them. The lines "how do I begin?" and "where do you lead?" suggest a feeling of being lost or confused.


The song ends with the repeated phrase "sweet touch" and the repeated line "I need something more." This repetition reinforces the idea that the singer is searching for something beyond what touch can provide. Overall, the lyrics of "Touch" suggest a yearning for a deeper connection or sense of purpose.


Line by Line Meaning

Touch, I remember touch
The singer remembers the feeling of human touch


Pictures came with touch
The sensation of touch brings back memories for the singer


A painter in my mind
The singer's memories create vivid images in his mind


Tell me what you see
The singer is asking someone to describe the images in his/her own mind


A tourist in a dream
The singer feels like he/she is experiencing a dream-like state as an outsider


A visitor it seems
The singer feels like he/she is not fully present in the situation


A half-forgotten song
The memory associated with touch is only partially remembered, like a song that has been forgotten over time


Where do I belong?
The singer is unsure of his/her place or purpose in the situation


Tell me what you see
The singer is still seeking an explanation or description of the memories associated with touch


I need something more
The singer is unsatisfied with the current level of understanding or experience and seeks something deeper


Kiss, suddenly alive
The touch of a kiss brings the singer to life and creates a new level of experience


Happiness arrive
The sensation of touch brings happiness to the singer


Hunger like a storm
The singer feels a strong desire or craving for more touch


How do I begin?
The singer is unsure of how to proceed or continue experiencing touch


A room within a room
The situation feels like it has layers or depth, like a room within a room


A door behind a door
The situation presents more opportunities or experiences that are not immediately visible, like a door behind a door


Touch, where do you lead?
The singer is following the sensation of touch and wants to know where it will take him/her


I need something more
The singer continues to seek a deeper, more meaningful experience with touch


Hold on
The singer is pausing to reflect and consider the next steps


If love is the answer you hold
The singer wonders if love is the key to fully experiencing touch


Touch, sweet touch
The singer is acknowledging the positive and enjoyable aspects of touch


You've given me too much to feel
The singer is overwhelmed by the amount and intensity of sensations that touch has brought


Sweet touch
The singer is still expressing appreciation for the positive aspects of touch


You've almost convinced me I'm real
The singer feels so connected to the experience of touch that it is making him/her feel more fully alive


I need something more
The singer is still seeking a deeper, more meaningful experience with touch




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Christopher Paul Caswell, Guy Manuel Homem Christo, Paul Hamilton Williams, Thomas Bangalter

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@talkssometimes

0:00 To me, the beginning is like a robot recounting his past. Broken, worn out, forgotten. Consumed by his memories of better times. Obsessed over them. His lost ability to do. To do anything. Finished alongside the world. Unable to do more. Truly at an everlasting end. We dive deeper and deeper into it's turmoil, until we awaken to his past: When the lyrics begin.

1:54 Here, I imagine a cut to the robot becoming conscious. The cadence of the music matching his thoughts at the time. Like a baby born into the world and crying for the first time. Not knowing what his feelings are: Why was he made? why can he think at all? He has a job to do, why not do it without complicating anything? He asks "what do you see in me? i don't make sense." (Tell me what you see, I need something more.)

2:36 The sudden shift in tone is when he sees something and forms an idea of it. How he FEELS about it. It was his thought. What he felt didn't mean anything. Not to anyone but him. His circuits light up. His memory banks open. This dream he was merely forced to witness was HIS now. He looks around more wondering in wonder at how much there really was. Sure, he already knows what it all looks like. what it does. But the captivating thing to him was how HE was seeing it now. The "why?" of it all had overtaken him. He had questions. He wanted them answered. He had PURPOSE. The off-standing researchers watch him eagerly out of sight.

He gets up from his original room, walks to the door to find a hallway behind it. He really understands he is in a facility now, part of something bigger. He is going to find out what it is. what his place in it is.

3:01 Eventually he stumbles toward a room, one the researchers had set up for him to observe and learn. It was full of toys, interactive computer equipment, books and e books.

3:15 But eye-catching to him is a corner full of instruments: a large grand piano in the middle as a center piece. Hesitantly, and eagerly, he approaches it. sitting on the bench, he hits a few notes. unknown to him, he was created with perfect tone. He hits keys. He begins to favor other ones. He finds out which ones sound even better together. Which should come after the other. He lights up, he has purpose. He has freedom. He has something to express it through. At this point, we spin around the scene and cut into the future. He is out in the world, playing in a jazz band. Behind him an energetic crowd and around him talented and understanding band mates. Through here on out, we see various cuts of his life as a professional musician, travelling, playing, something new and exciting always waiting for him somewhere, like it always has been. His craft is approaching perfection. His friends are content. His creators are immensely pleased.

4:17 And strangely it begins to feel different. The same as always, but now somehow different. He hadn't aged. He couldn't. Although he had been sure he could do this forever, it was different now that he actually end up doing it. Off put by this, he watches the world around him happen so quickly. His mind runs millions of times faster then any one person's. He sees the gap between him and others. He is quietly curious of the emotion of "love." He, being programmed to think individually, didn't seem to have his own definition of love. He reflects. His life's spark. To learn. To improve. To belong. It was his love. He would hold onto it. He lived in it, it was his home. His answer. He methodically begins to reassure himself of this, and years fly past him. Band to band, into and out of irrelevancy... decade after decade, century to century, the performing robot. He kept it up all the same, until one day, while simply playing his instrument...

5:36 He does it. He finishes. He wasn't aware he was close, but the moment it had happened he froze, horrified. He had played it all. All of the piano's tunes.
To perfection.
He could no longer learn. He had been taught, had taught, experimented, made mistakes, created genres, made masterpieces in existing ones, and the whole world had seen and appreciated the work and switched to doubt it later. His instrument couldn't bring him more. He finished the tune. Nothing to play. Although he considered running another number, what would that do for him? He needed the new, the exciting, and it had run out, just like that. It would be feeble to try and find more from it. and then a bigger realization: he could try something else, but eventually he would define that thing to himself as well. For the first time ever, he can see an end: what he could find would run out some day. He was not immortal. His love wasn't meant to last.

6:03 His memories begin to be recounted. His first moments in the sun. Fireworks. Award shows. Being booed off the stage. Block parties. Each a new, painful emotion.
But even in this melancholy, he knew he had one option: to begin on his inevitable path. He would perfect it all one day. As he walks away from the now obsolete piano, we begin to see him grow and become more and more, but remember his glaring end along side him. He learns each part of every band, and even plays entire bands himself. He takes it all to the very limit and moves along, hoping to delay the end he will one day reach. He mastered music eventually, his younger counterpart's dream. Then he went to the rest of entertainment and arts. Then education. Then politics. Then so forth. He masters the most basic tasks to the most elite and ambitious jobs in the world. Creating new. Experiencing it. Bloating it in an attempt to satisfy his impossible need. This too became boring. He began menial tasks he would randomly think up. Anything was fair game. Centuries move by. Millenia. He still holds his love dearly. He could still find home.

7:46: But alas, our fated end. His love itself had been mastered. The humans around him could no longer interest him. Many had moved on, like they had before. To the next piece of the universe they could go to survive. He had been along with them many times, each ending the same way. The world was no longer a problem to be solved. He had never brought peace, since such a thing could not be done. He knew that better then anyone. Anything. So here he sits, on this finalized rock. Time was already beginning to repeat itself. He was given the human spirit, along with it a body that would not decay. He was the living embodiment of immortality. But now, he was dead. Fully conscious and aware within his body, but dead. He had killed the human spirit. Realized it's age. He had done it all and then again. Now, on this now dying, spent planet he sat, unmoving. He briefly observed his surroundings again, hoping for a memory error to give him a chance renew something in there, but that had been something he solved and unsolved. It was time. Time to be done. To be complete. He briefly recalls his younger times, which he considered reliving. But it would all bring him back here again, leaving it with no point as well. And with this logical conclusion, he stood, unable to quit. On standby until existence was over. It wasn't enough for him anyway. He needed something more....



@reborn9025

@@tomvideo6051 It isn't about sex. Maybe you should be the one to come back in 3-4 years. The beginning is in reference to Phantom of the Paradised, which was a huge influence on daft punk. The song is about a robot that was human or longs to be human, "I remember touch," and the album title ,"Random Access Memories," are other obvious indicators. So he longs for the touch that he remembers in his memories. If all you took away from this was sex, then clearly you don't understand. Just read the other comments which are all in agreement with what I said.

If that isn't enough here; crazy what a simple google search can do:

"This switches from a love song to disco to a ballad sung by a robot voice and back again. "'Touch' was the first track we started working on and almost the last to finish because it was the most complex," Bangalter told NME. "We recorded 250 tracks to make that one song.

"It's an interesting metaphor for the concept of the album," he continued. "The similarities between the hard drive and the brain. It's about the random way that memories are 'downloaded' into your train of thought. The most important records in music, whether it's Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd, or The White Albumor Sgt. Pepper or Quadrophenia or Tommy, are the ones that take you on a journey for miles and miles."

Sources:
( https://genius.com/13549374 )
( https://www.songfacts.com/facts/daft-punk/touch )
( https://www.reddit.com/r/DaftPunk/comments/1iys4w/what_the_hell_is_up_with_touch/ )
( https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107859455862/ )



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@axeld1557

it's okay to cry, let's cry together

@hcgraham1213

It’s just so sad

@DOGSON_705

I needed this..

@littlepoppy6094

😢

@rumithepurr

GG

@manurosales_

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@Henry_Chroma

So, this is actually Daft Punk's “Ending theme”. Gorgeous.

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