Strip
Porcupine Tree Lyrics


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This is my home, this is my own, we don't like no strangers
Raise the kids good, beat the kids good and tie them up
Spread it wide, my wife, my life, push the camera deeper
I can use, I abuse, my muse, I made them all

This machine
Is there to please
Strip the soul
Fill the hole
A fire to feed
A belt to bleed
Strip the soul
Kill them all

They are not gone, they are not gone, they are only sleeping
In graves, in ways, in clay, underneath the floor
Building walls, overalls, getting bored, I got faulty wiring
Brick it up now, brick it up now, but keep the bones





(Do you want a western home in the rubble?)

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Porcupine Tree's "Strip the Soul" suggest a dark and sinister narrative. The lyrics are spoken from the perspective of a twisted family man who takes sadistic pleasure in tormenting and controlling his wife and children. He sees his home as a place to exert his power and dominance and views strangers as unwelcome outsiders. His language is both possessive and violent, as he talks about beating and tying up his own children and using and abusing his muse.


The chorus of the song is an eerie statement about the societal machine at large. The singer refers to a machine that is there to please and Strip the soul, fill the hole, a fire to feed, and a belt to bleed. This is a commentary on capitalist society's need to extract and consume natural resources and human labor without regard for the impact it has on people's lives. The repeated phrase "Strip the soul, kill them all" is a haunting refrain that suggests that the machine is not only dehumanizing but also deadly.


The final verse returns to the disturbed family man, who has apparently killed his family and hidden their bodies under the floor. The closing question, "Do you want a western home in the rubble?" is a chilling reference to the atomic bombs that destroyed Hiroshima and Nagasaki, as well as the Cold War-era notion of nuclear fallout and post-apocalyptic survivalism.


Line by Line Meaning

This is my home, this is my own, we don't like no strangers
I am possessive of my house and my family, and we don't want any outsiders disturbing our peace.


Raise the kids good, beat the kids good and tie them up
I believe in strict discipline for children, including physical punishment and control.


Spread it wide, my wife, my life, push the camera deeper
I objectify and exploit my wife for my own pleasure, and I violate her privacy without regard for her feelings.


I can use, I abuse, my muse, I made them all
I treat my creative inspirations as mere tools for my own purposes, and I take pride in having complete control over them.


This machine
I view the world and other people as objects to be manipulated and exploited for my own pleasure and gain.


Is there to please
I believe that everyone and everything exists solely for my own pleasure and satisfaction.


Strip the soul
I seek to reduce others to mere shells of themselves, devoid of any true personality, emotion, or humanity.


Fill the hole
I have an insatiable desire for power, pleasure, and control, and I will do whatever it takes to satisfy my cravings.


A fire to feed
My desires and appetites are consuming and destructive, and they threaten to consume me and everything around me.


A belt to bleed
I have no qualms about using violence and pain to assert my dominance and control over others.


Strip the soul
I am relentless in my pursuit of power and pleasure, and I will stop at nothing to achieve my goals.


Kill them all
I am willing to destroy anyone and anything that stands in the way of my desires, and I have no regard for human life or dignity.


They are not gone, they are not gone, they are only sleeping
I have harmed and oppressed others, but I refuse to acknowledge their suffering or take responsibility for my actions.


In graves, in ways, in clay, underneath the floor
My victims are hidden and forgotten, buried beneath the surface of my indifference and denial.


Building walls, overalls, getting bored, I got faulty wiring
My need for control and routine has led me to isolate myself from the world and become disconnected from my own emotions and humanity.


Brick it up now, brick it up now, but keep the bones
I am willing to hide my atrocities and bury my guilt as long as I can maintain my power and control.


(Do you want a western home in the rubble?)
I am challenging the listener to confront their own destructive desires and question their own humanity.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: COLIN EDWIN BALCH, GAVIN RICHARD HARRISON, RICHARD BARBIERI, STEVEN WILSON

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@Mar-xe3dt

This is my home, this is my own, we don't like no strangers
Raise the kids good, beat the kids good and tie them up
Spread it wide, my wife, my life, push the camera deeper
I can use, I abuse, my muse, I made them all

This machine
Is there to please
Strip the soul
Fill the hole
A fire to feed
A belt to bleed
Strip the soul
Kill them all

They are not gone, they are not gone, they are only sleeping
In graves, in ways, in clay, underneath the floor
Building walls, overalls, getting bored, I got faulty wiring
Brick it up now, brick it up now, but keep the bones


Do you want a western home in the rubble?



All comments from YouTube:

@furkantunc5699

I love how Colin smiles even in this dark, sadistic video.

@michaeledwards6683

This video was so awesome that I'm not even that mad that you took out the best part of the song. When Steven Wilson showed his face, I nearly died from the awesomeness.

@michaeledwards6683

***** You probably have. I actually stopped watching him months ago because I realized how sloppy his researching is in exchange for more accurate and funnier channels, such as The Amazing Atheist and Chris Ray Gun, but my comments tend to get popular on his videos so people often recognize me from his videos.

Wow, that was a long sentence.

@akoc18

that bass line tickles me somewhere around stomach.

@domozkun5544

+A for Anyone i let the pieces lie just where they fell

@michaeledwards6683

+Domoz Kun Being with you is Hell

@rhiannonpushchak655

I see what you did there

@mofoftheyear

Go listen to the full version, this is watered down to the max.

@mofoftheyear

I describe Porcupine Tree as a mix of Porcupine Tree and Porcupine Tree.

@norbertovelazquez7441

Exactly!!

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