Self-described genius and musical megalomaniac, committed blogger at The Ti… Read Full Bio ↴Self-described genius and musical megalomaniac, committed blogger at The Time Being and compulsive music-maker. Multi-instrumental arch wit and vegan. His band the Church have survived for almost 30 years (since 1980) in spite of/because of him. A joker, a toker, a midnight sleeper with five incredible daughters in two hemispheres. Handle with extreme caution.

Heliopolis
Steve Kilbey Lyrics

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Weaving dissolving patterns
Forming our uncertain terms
Passing into history
Going to the worms
I'll wait for you forever
In my house all white with dust
Falling into lonely hours
Let the engines rust

Heliopolis

And who could tell the difference
When the space is slim
A violation of the soul
Is it me or him
The earth belongs to everyone
Who ever loved or felt
Their touch belongs to everyone
Who's ever been to hell

Heliopolis

Overall Meaning

The song Heliopolis by Steve Kilbey is a beautiful and enigmatic piece that leaves its listeners with plenty to ponder upon. The opening lines of the song, "Weaving dissolving patterns, forming our uncertain terms, passing into history, going to the worms" suggests that life is full of fleeting moments that eventually dissolve into history and are forgotten. The reference to "going to the worms" is a metaphorical representation of our bodies decomposing once we are dead. The next line, "I'll wait for you forever, in my house all white with dust" speaks about loneliness and waiting for someone who may never come back. The imagery of a white dusty house suggests a sense of abandonment and forgotten memories.

Line by Line Meaning

Weaving dissolving patterns
Creating unstable designs

Forming our uncertain terms
Shaping ambiguous words

Passing into history
Becoming a part of the past

Going to the worms
Decaying and rotting away

I'll wait for you forever
I'll hold onto hope without end

In my house all white with dust
In my empty, neglected home

Falling into lonely hours
Succumbing to solitary moments

Let the engines rust
Allow the machines to deteriorate

And who could tell the difference
It's hard to distinguish

When the space is slim
In situations with little room

A violation of the soul
An assault on the essence of oneself