LAX
Q and Not U Lyrics


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I found some teeth in the street, whatever that means.
Smell the flesh in the air. However I care.
Plans and bodies.
New terror, loose graves.
Change the code to discreet.
Forever that means trace events of the day beyond mind's means.
Trained in body.
Non territory non days.
Face the road to deceit together stain scenes.
Erase back drop of concrete unsustained dreams.
Holy/unholy.
Win terror lose grace.
Untrained eye on the street lost and eye on the street.
War drums drumming.
Nude terror new days.
I'll take the blame and not the blood.
I'll learn the shame and not the faces.
Turn our bodies into objects.
Just meat to fill the plans.
Life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever that means and no answers.
Get over, get over, get over.
Count the numbers not the names.
Weigh the corpse but not the faces.
Turn our bodies into objects.
Just the blood out in the rain.
Numbers and the names.
All our blood and all our faces.
Left the shit out in the rain.
Turned abject hatred into love.
Life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever that means and infinite get over, get over, get over.
The war drums drum.
To find the teeth in the street, what does that mean?




Untrained eyes on the street ever after.
War drums drumming.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Q and Not U's "L.A.X." touch on themes of violence, death, and the dehumanization of both the victims and the perpetrators of violence. The opening line, "I found some teeth in the street, whatever that means," sets the tone for the song's exploration of the ambiguity, confusion, and horror that can result from acts of violence. The sense of detachment that pervades the lyrics is reflected in lines like "turn our bodies into objects, just meat to fill the plans," which suggest a dehumanization of both the victims and the agents of violence.


At the same time, the lyrics of "L.A.X." also suggest a critique of the cultural and political systems that perpetuate violence. Lines like "change the code to discreet" and "face the road to deceit together stain scenes" suggest a corrupt system in which secrets are kept and violence is obscured. The repeated phrase "get over, get over, get over" suggests a kind of numbness or resignation in the face of this violence, as if it has become normalized or inevitable.


Line by Line Meaning

i found some teeth in the street, whatever that means.
I stumbled upon something bewildering, perhaps a metaphor for the harsh realities that one often encounters on the streets.


smell the flesh in the air. however i care.
The air is thick with danger, though my feelings are uncertain towards it.


plans and bodies.
A pairing of the orchestrated and the carnal.


new terror, loose graves.
A recurring cycle of terror and death from which we cannot escape.


change the code to discreet.
Mask our true intentions with secrecy.


forever that means trace events of the day beyond mind's means.
The passage of time is constant and inexplicable, and we can only try to comprehend it to a certain extent.


trained in body.
Disciplined and physically capable.


non territory non days.
A sense of detachment from physical location and time.


face the road to deceit together stain scenes.
Confront the dishonesty and corruption that plagues our society and leave behind evidence of it.


erase back drop of concrete unsustained dreams.
Eliminate the illusions of success and prosperity that are ingrained in our culture.


holy/unholy.
A juxtaposition of the sacred and profane.


win terror lose grace.
In our quest for power and control, we often sacrifice our morality and humanity.


untrained eye on the street lost and eye on the street.
Individuals who are unaccustomed to the realities of urban life will inevitably struggle to navigate it.


war drums drumming.
The ominous beat of impending conflict.


nude terror new days.
The raw and unrelenting nature of modern fears and anxieties.


i'll take the blame and not the blood.
I will shoulder the responsibility for my actions, sparing others from the consequences.


i'll learn the shame and not the faces.
I will feel remorse for my deeds without focusing on the individuals who have been harmed.


turn our bodies into objects.
Strip away humanity and individuality, reducing us to mere physical entities.


just meat to fill the plans.
We are mere pawns in the larger schemes of those in power.


life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever that means and no answers.
The questions of the afterlife and deep connections between individuals remain mysterious and unanswered.


get over, get over, get over.
Move on from the past, no matter how difficult it may be.


count the numbers not the names.
Disregard individuality and focus solely on statistics and figures.


weigh the corpse but not the faces.
Focus on the physical remains rather than the humanity of the deceased.


just the blood out in the rain.
Even the most essential and vital components of ourselves can be easily washed away or forgotten.


numbers and the names.
The impersonal identifiers that are used to quantify human lives.


all our blood and all our faces.
The totality of our being, from our physical makeup to our individual identities.


left the shit out in the rain.
The undesirable and unpleasant aspects of our lives are often discarded or ignored.


turned abject hatred into love.
The power of transformation and redemption, even in the most extreme circumstances.


life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever that means and infinite get over, get over, get over.
The ongoing struggle to make sense of our existence and move beyond our past mistakes and traumas.


the war drums drum.
A continuation of the ominous sense of impending conflict and danger.


to find the teeth in the street, what does that mean?
A lingering sense of mystery and confusion surrounding the strange and unsettling occurrences that we encounter in our lives.


untrained eyes on the street ever after.
The difficulties of navigating unfamiliar and unfamiliar urban environments.


war drums drumming.
A final emphasis on the looming sense of danger and violence that we face in our world.




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