Gog Magog
Peter Hammill Lyrics


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In Bromine Chambers
There can be no mercy,
No bitter flagellation for your sins;
No forgiveness and no sackcloth
Can cease the dance
Of ashes on the wind.

Too late now for a wish
To change all wishing;
Too late to change, to breathe, to grow.




Too late to smother out the tell-tale footprints
Which mark your passage through the greying snow.

Overall Meaning

The song "Gog Magog" by Peter Hammill deals with themes of regret and the futility of wishing for change after a certain point. The first two lines, "In Bromine Chambers / There can be no mercy," evoke a sense of confinement and perhaps a feeling of being trapped in a toxic environment. The mention of "no bitter flagellation for your sins" indicates that there is no catharsis to be found here - there is no opportunity for self-punishment or atonement, only a continuous dance of ashes on the wind.


The second stanza adds to this sense of futility, stating that it is "too late now for a wish / to change all wishing." The use of the phrase "all wishing" suggests that there may be a sense of overwhelming desire for change or for something different, but that it is impossible to satisfy. The mention of "the tell-tale footprints / which mark your passage through the greying snow" adds a sense of finality and irrevocability to the situation - there is no going back, and the past cannot be changed.


Overall, "Gog Magog" presents a bleak and haunting picture of a situation where change is impossible and regrets loom large. It is a powerful meditation on the limits of agency and the human experience.


Line by Line Meaning

In Bromine Chambers
Within this specific place, referred to as 'Bromine Chambers'


There can be no mercy,
There is no room for mercy here, no compassion.


No bitter flagellation for your sins;
There will be no punishment, no self-flagellation, for your past wrongful acts.


No forgiveness and no sackcloth
Neither forgiveness nor humility in the form of wearing rough cloth to show repentance will help you.


Can cease the dance
Nothing can prevent the swirling, chaotic motion


Of ashes on the wind.
Of ashes which flow aimlessly and uncontrollably within the air.


Too late now for a wish
At this point in time, it is much too late for merely wishing,


To change all wishing;
It is beyond the scope of mere wishing to bring about the necessary changes


Too late to change, to breathe, to grow.
It is too late to transform oneself internally, adapt with circumstance, or alter one's very existence.


Too late to smother out the tell-tale footprints
It is also too late to eliminate the signs of one's past actions.


Which mark your passage through the greying snow.
These footprints, which serve as evidence of one's actions and movement, now permanently stain the ground beneath the falling snow.




Writer(s): Peter Hammill

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Peter Laszlo Szasz

Some call me SATAN others have me GOD
Some name me NEMO...I am unborn
Some speak of me in anagrams
Some grieve upon my wrath...
The ones who give me service
I grant my scorn
My words are
'Too late', 'Never', 'Impossible', and 'Gone';
My home is in the sunset and the dawn
My Name is locked in silence
Sometimes it's whispered out of spite
All gates are locked
All doors are barred and bolted
There is no place for flight
Will you not come to me
And love me for one more night?

Some see me shining, others have me dull;
Gun-metal and cut diamond -I am ALL
Some swear they see me weeping
In the poppy-fields of France...
In the tumbling of the dice see them fall!
Some laugh and see me laughing
Down the corridors of power:
Some see my sign on Caesar and his pall
My face is robed in darkness
Sometimes you glimpse me in the shade
All friends have gone
All calls are weak and wasted
There is no more to say
Will you not crawl to me
And love me for one more day?

Some wish me empty, others will me full
Some crave of me infinity - I am NONE
Some look for me in symbols
Some trace my line in stars
Some count my ways in numbers:
I am No One
Some chronicle my movements
My colours and my clothes
Some trace the work in progress
- it is done
My soul is cast in crystal
Yet unrevealed beneath the knife
All wells are dry, all bread is masked in fungus
And now disease is rife
Will you not run from this
And love me for one more life?



dave Powell

All gates are locked,
all doors are barred and bolted,
there is no place for flight.
Will you not come to me
and love me for one more night?

All friends have gone,
all calls are weak and wasted,
there is no more to say.
Will you not crawl to me
and love me for one more day?

My soul is cast in crystal
yet unrevealed beneath the knife.
All wells are dry, all bread is masked in fungus
and now disease is rife.
Will you not run from this
and love me for one more life?



All comments from YouTube:

Surrealms

So unique.........shines a light on corners of the brain rarely visited.

Philippe Cirse

Perfect song to read the subjective forms of the clouds and follow with a devoted eye the grooves of the stems of the trees; to appreciate the intricate writing of nested branches, to appreciate the colors of the decomposition of light into droplets of water in a garden, to feel strongly the moist soil of ancestral forest and to perceive the traces of the animals of the deep past

Philippe Cirse

@AlbertoVO5 My pleasure dear ! ... :)

AlbertoVO5

Philippe Cirse many thanks. Got tomorrow's work laid out for me.

Cameren Lee

This reminds me of how angry I felt with myself when I was rejected by my biggest high school crush (an ongoing one...)

Peter Laszlo Szasz

Some call me SATAN others have me GOD
Some name me NEMO...I am unborn
Some speak of me in anagrams
Some grieve upon my wrath...
The ones who give me service
I grant my scorn
My words are
'Too late', 'Never', 'Impossible', and 'Gone';
My home is in the sunset and the dawn
My Name is locked in silence
Sometimes it's whispered out of spite
All gates are locked
All doors are barred and bolted
There is no place for flight
Will you not come to me
And love me for one more night?

Some see me shining, others have me dull;
Gun-metal and cut diamond -I am ALL
Some swear they see me weeping
In the poppy-fields of France...
In the tumbling of the dice see them fall!
Some laugh and see me laughing
Down the corridors of power:
Some see my sign on Caesar and his pall
My face is robed in darkness
Sometimes you glimpse me in the shade
All friends have gone
All calls are weak and wasted
There is no more to say
Will you not crawl to me
And love me for one more day?

Some wish me empty, others will me full
Some crave of me infinity - I am NONE
Some look for me in symbols
Some trace my line in stars
Some count my ways in numbers:
I am No One
Some chronicle my movements
My colours and my clothes
Some trace the work in progress
- it is done
My soul is cast in crystal
Yet unrevealed beneath the knife
All wells are dry, all bread is masked in fungus
And now disease is rife
Will you not run from this
And love me for one more life?

myearsloveit

the abomination of desolation

Juan Cruz

Bitch

El Pulpo Orsi

INCREIBLE, ESTUPENDO, GENIAL, TODOS LO BUENOS CALIFICATIVOS POSIBLES

Kosovo Blues

I would love this sang By Diamanda Galás,being done a vocal performance of "Litanies of Satan" she perfectly dare to do so

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