Piles
Re-Volts Lyrics
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Your future is a tenement of clay
On the one percentile
On the miracle mile
Another fleshy fraction
Talking shit and spitting bile
And on the lookout for a bargain in the dollar store
Or a death in the family
Over dinner plates
And I slipped into the same state
When I did I was wasting my time…
And time ain’t slowing down
So you take everything you see
And it’s no way out
The dollar signs in your eyes are permanent fixtures now
And they hold on an unwatched dime
And there’s no way to release it…
Cold, like faces in a traffic jam
And eyes like a business man
And a nose for short money
I saw her eyes alight when you came
Saw her smile when she said your name
Were you biding your time?
And I knew I’m talking way outside the lines
I’m talking way out
Go on up
To the top of the pile
The song Piles by Re-Volts speaks about the singer's perception of the corrupt and materialistic society around them. The lyrics suggest that there is a sense of chaos and disorder in people's lives and futures, which are fragile like clay. The reference to the "one percentile" and "miracle mile" alludes to the disparity of wealth and power between the rich and poor. The singer accuses people of being hypocrites, talking badly about others and looking for deals in a dollar store. Death and sorrow are casually mentioned, making it clear that the society is numb to the pain of others.
The chorus suggests that materialism has taken over, and people have become slaves to it. The eyes of the people have dollar signs in them, meaning that they only see currency, everything is only about gaining wealth, causing them to forget about real things in life. However, time keeps moving regardless of their goals, and they are stuck in the same situation. The verses also hint towards a romantic situation where the female protagonist seems to be attracted more towards wealthy people.
In the end, the song seems to be encouraging people to go against societal norms and achieve more than just materialistic gains. It urges people to reach to the top of the pile and make a difference. We can infer that the band is trying to convey the message that materialistic things don't define us, and we should strive to help others and make a change in the world.
Line by Line Meaning
Your house is in disarray
Your home is a mess
Your future is a tenement of clay
You have a fragile future that's easily shaped
On the one percentile
You belong to the wealthiest 1%
On the miracle mile
You live in a wealthy area with extravagant things
Another fleshy fraction
Another person who thinks wealth defines them
Talking shit and spitting bile
Talking rudely and insulting others
And on the lookout for a bargain in the dollar store
You're always looking for cheap deals
Or a death in the family
You're hoping for financial gain from someone's death
Smiles like daggers
You have a sneaky and harmful smile
Over dinner plates
During meals
And I slipped into the same state
I fell into the same mentality
When I did I was wasting my time…
When I had that mentality, it was unproductive
And time ain’t slowing down
Time is always moving forward
So you take everything you see
You want all the material things you see
And it’s no way out
You're trapped in this endless cycle of materialism
The dollar signs in your eyes are permanent fixtures now
You only see things in terms of their financial value
And they hold on an unwatched dime
You're so consumed with money that you don't even notice small amounts
And there’s no way to release it…
There's no escape from this mindset
Cold, like faces in a traffic jam
Feeling helpless and stuck
And eyes like a business man
You have a cold and calculated way of looking at things
And a nose for short money
You only care about short term gains
I saw her eyes alight when you came
I saw the excitement in her eyes when you arrived
Saw her smile when she said your name
I saw her smile when she mentioned you
Were you biding your time?
Were you waiting for the right moment?
And I knew I’m talking way outside the lines
I know I'm getting off topic
I’m talking way out
I'm going too far with my thoughts
Go on up
Move to the top
To the top of the pile
Become the most successful and wealthy
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Bone Cootes, Colin Delaney, He Who Cannot be Named, Paul Oxborrow, Rob Goodson, Spike Slawson
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