100
Tay600 Lyrics


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In city shoes,
Of clueless blues,
Pays the views,
And no-mans news.
Blades will fade from blood to sport,
The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Smokers rode a colonial pig, [Smoke is rolling colonial pink,]
Drink and frame this pain i think.
I'm melting silver poles my dear,
You bleed your wings and then disappear.
The moving scenes and pilot lights, [...pyre lights]
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
And battle lines are drawn across this town.

Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames, [Talk me down...]
And nothing's changed.
Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like 1968 again.
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Well pretty flames.

In school I would just bite my tongue,
And now your words they strike me down. [But now your words have struck me dumb.]
The flags are false and they contradict,
They point and click which wounds to lick,
On avenues this christian breeze,
Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
It frays this skin and then underscore.
The case for war you spin and bleed,
The sales you feel screensavers feed,
The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The moving scenes and suburbanites,
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
The battle lines are drawn across this town.

English boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Hearts and minds and US Planes,
Nothing's changed...
And english boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like the 1980's again,




The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
More pretty flames.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Tay600's song "100" showcase the many issues and problems that plague urban areas around the world, from Chicago to Paris and beyond. The opening lines of the song describe someone in "city shoes," feeling the effects of the "clueless blues." The singer talks about how people pay attention to the views around them, but ignore the real news, leaving them clueless and unaware of what's happening in their communities. The lyrics touch on the use of drugs and the violence that goes along with them, with lines like "The heroin's cut these fuses short" and "Blades will fade from blood to sport."


Throughout the song, the lyrics discuss themes of revolution, protest, and anger. The singer talks about "Parisian boys without your names," referencing the ongoing protests and riots in Paris. They also mention "English boys without your names," likely a reference to the 2011 London riots. The lyrics suggest that the problems facing these communities are not new, and in fact, "nothing's changed." There is a sense of frustration and desperation in the way the singer describes the world around them, with lines like "Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames" and "The battle lines are drawn across this town."


Overall, the lyrics to "100" paint a bleak picture of life in modern urban areas, but they also suggest that there is hope for change through revolution and protest.


Line by Line Meaning

In city shoes,
Walking around in urban shoes


Of clueless blues,
Feeling lost and unaware of what's happening


Pays the views,
Giving attention to what's being shown/represented


And no-mans news.
Ignoring important news that doesn't affect them directly


Blades will fade from blood to sport,
Violence will become normalized and not taken seriously


The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Drug use has damaged people's lives and led to impulsive behavior


Smokers rode a colonial pig,
A symbol of self-destructive behavior


Drink and frame this pain i think.
Using alcohol to cope with emotional pain


I'm melting silver poles my dear,
Feeling overwhelmed and weakened by the challenges in life


You bleed your wings and then disappear.
Feeling destroyed and isolated by one's own choices


The moving scenes and pilot lights,
The lights on a pyre for someone who died tragically


Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
People are reaching new levels of desperation and chaos


Modern times come talk me down,
Feeling overwhelmed and needing reassurance


And battle lines are drawn across this town.
There is conflict and tension in this city


Parisian boys without your names,
Young people who feel anonymous in society


Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Living in poverty and struggling to survive


Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames,
Trying to calm people down in a volatile situation


And nothing's changed.
Despite efforts, things remain the same


Riot like 1968 again.
Protesting aggressively and violently, like in the past


The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
There is still unrest and anger in society


Well pretty flames.
Despite destruction, there is a strange beauty in chaos


In school I would just bite my tongue,
Feeling silenced and unable to express oneself in the past


And now your words they strike me down.
Words hurt and can be damaging


The flags are false and they contradict,
Symbols of patriotism are meaningless and hypocritical


They point and click which wounds to lick,
The media focuses on sensational news and ignores important issues


On avenues this christian breeze,
A hypocritical and superficial religious culture


Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Addiction and drug use are prevalent


Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
People are addicted and craving more stimulation


It frays this skin and then underscore.
Addiction wears people down and makes them vulnerable


The case for war you spin and bleed,
Politicians push their agendas at the cost of human life


The sales you feel screensavers feed,
Consumer culture is aggressively marketed and addictive


The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
Mass media and entertainment perpetuate harmful stereotypes


The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The ugliness and vulgarity of society


The moving scenes and suburbanites,
The contrast between affluent suburbs and poverty-stricken areas


And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
Despite chaos and destruction, people continue to reach for something more


English boys without your names,
Young people who feel anonymous in society


Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Living in poverty and struggling to survive


Hearts and minds and US Planes,
People are affected by politics and international conflict


Nothing's changed...
Despite efforts, things remain the same


Riot like the 1980's again,
Protesting aggressively and violently, like in the past


The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
There is still unrest and anger in society


More pretty flames.
Despite destruction, there is a strange beauty in chaos




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