The City
The 3rd and the Mortal Lyrics


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I am an effort mirror
A not too discontented citizen
Of a metropolis
Obviously modern
Because every known taste
Has been aborted in the furnishings
And in the outsides of the houses
As well as in the layout of the city, of the city

Here you will not discover the least sign of any monument of superstition
In short, morals and speech are reduced to the simplest expression
These millions of people who have no need of knowing one another
Conduct their education, their trade and their old age in such similarity
That the duration of their lives must be several times shorter than
According to some insane statistics
Is the case with people on the continent

From my window, from my window
From my window I see new ghosts rolling through thick, everlasting, cold smoke
Our shadow in the woods, our summer night
New humanities...., new humanities...., new humanities....
In front of my cottage, which is my country and my heart
Since everything here resembles it, death without tears
Our active daughter and our servant
Our desperate love, our desperate love, our desperate love
And the pretty, pretty cry
Cry in the mud of this street

Death without tears, death without tears
Death without tears, death without tears





The entire universe is now open to us!

Overall Meaning

The 3rd and the Mortal's song The City speaks of the modern metropolis where individuality is sacrificed for uniformity, and convenience takes precedence over beauty. The singer in the song reflects on the city from their window, describing it as obviously modern, with every known taste aborted in furnishings and the layout of the city. The lyrics also highlight how the city’s people live a life of conformity, not needing to know one another, but conducting their education, trade, and old age in similarity. Their speech and morals are reduced to the simplest expression.


The singer also highlights the absence of superstitious monuments in the city, making it look ghostly and desolate, with only the thick, everlasting, and cold smoke permeating everywhere. They also express their emotions – the death without tears, a desperate love, and a pretty cry, all lost in the mud of the street. Through the repetition of some phrases, such as the description of the “new humanities,” “new ghosts,” or “death without tears,” the singer emphasizes the idea of the city as a cold, impersonal place devoid of human warmth and emotion.


Overall, the song echoes a critique of the modern world's obsession with convenience and uniformity at the expense of individuality and beauty, culminating in a challenge to explore the entire universe.


Line by Line Meaning

I am an effort mirror
I reflect the image of an average, unremarkable citizen


A not too discontented citizen
I am not unhappy with my life, but not completely satisfied either


Of a metropolis
Living in a big city


Obviously modern
Clearly contemporary


Because every known taste
All preferences and styles


Has been aborted in the furnishings
Are absent in the decoration and design


And in the outsides of the houses
As well as in the exteriors of the buildings


As well as in the layout of the city, of the city
Even the urban planning of the city is devoid of personality


Here you will not discover the least sign of any monument of superstition
There are no religious symbols or memorials to be found


In short, morals and speech are reduced to the simplest expression
People are not concerned with complex issues of morality or language


These millions of people who have no need of knowing one another
The large population doesn't require individuals to form relationships


Conduct their education, their trade and their old age in such similarity
They follow similar paths for schooling, work, and retirement


That the duration of their lives must be several times shorter than
Their lives are likely to be much shorter than expected


According to some insane statistics
Based on unreasonable or absurd numbers


Is the case with people on the continent
In contrast to those living on the mainland


From my window, from my window
Looking out from where I am


From my window I see new ghosts rolling through thick, everlasting, cold smoke
I see strange, ethereal images moving through dense, endless, frigid fog


Our shadow in the woods, our summer night
Memories of past experiences in nature


New humanities...., new humanities...., new humanities....
The emergence of different ways of living and thinking


In front of my cottage, which is my country and my heart
My small dwelling is my beloved home


Since everything here resembles it, death without tears
The similarity of everything around me makes me feel indifferent to death


Our active daughter and our servant
A reminder of my child and our hired help


Our desperate love, our desperate love, our desperate love
The intensity of our relationship, fraught with desperation


And the pretty, pretty cry
Expressing emotions through a beautiful yet painful cry


Cry in the mud of this street
Suffering and tears amidst the unremarkable surroundings


Death without tears, death without tears
Indifference towards dying


Death without tears, death without tears
Acceptance of mortality


The entire universe is now open to us!
We are free to explore the vast cosmos




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