The Joys Of Stealth
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Rome

the joys of stealth

when we lie white in our mourning slumber
when our skin smells of sun
the filthy mass that moves and talks
is swept into the sea, is gone

when we are naked, when we're on fire
when we render secret tribute to
this pain we fake, this blue desire
love is still our craving and our shame

when they come to me
laughing and howling
when they thrust their anguish into me
and lick the blood as it runs down
they don't give place to youthful bloom
not then, not now

in the leaves of blood, in the life of the tribe




i am dead to all the world
except when the noises sleep or hide

Overall Meaning

In Rome's song "The Joys of Stealth," the lyrics explore themes of death, desire, and secrecy. The first verse paints a picture of a peaceful slumber that is interrupted by the presence of others. The phrase "the filthy mass that moves and talks" suggests a disdain for the noise and chaos of modern life, and a desire to escape it. The lyrics describe a state of nakedness and burning desire that is also accompanied by pain and shame, indicating a complex relationship with love.


The second verse takes a darker turn, with the singer describing being taken by others who laugh and howl as they inflict pain. The use of the phrase "thrust their anguish into me" suggests a violent and invasive act that is both physical and emotional. Despite this, the singer's desire for love and connection remains strong, even in the face of this trauma.


Finally, the lyrics suggest a sense of isolation from the rest of the world, with the singer being "dead to all the world" except when things are still and quiet. The use of the phrase "leaves of blood" implies a connection to nature even in the midst of this darkness, and the idea of being part of a "tribe" suggests a desire for connection with others who share similar experiences or values.


Line by Line Meaning

when we lie white in our mourning slumber
When we are still and peaceful in our sleep after grieving


when our skin smells of sun
When we have been soaking up the warmth of the sun


the filthy mass that moves and talks
The unclean crowds that wander and converse


is swept into the sea, is gone
Disappear as if they have been washed away by the tide


when we are naked, when we're on fire
When we expose ourselves, when we feel passionate


when we render secret tribute to
When we acknowledge in silence


this pain we fake, this blue desire
The feelings we pretend to have, this melancholy longing


love is still our craving and our shame
Love is what we desire and yet feel guilty about


when they come to me
When they approach me


laughing and howling
Being loud and jovial


when they thrust their anguish into me
When they express their pain to me


and lick the blood as it runs down
Drinking in the pain and suffering like a thirst-quencher


they don't give place to youthful bloom
They don't allow for youthful innocence or purity


not then, not now
Neither in the past nor present


in the leaves of blood, in the life of the tribe
In the midst of violence, in the community's existence


i am dead to all the world
I am disconnected from the world


except when the noises sleep or hide
Unless the commotion has ceased or become subdued




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I love to list IT over and over...

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Gorgeous

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My favorite song by Jerome next to Querkraft

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Rome is mandatory

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