Street Wars/Exotic Foxholes
The Blood Brothers Lyrics
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Whose streets have you walked on?
Who did you meet?
What did they say?
Is the world just a foxhole you watch from?
Brass boots saw the war we're winning dramatized on leering tv screens,
Brittle moons breaking, giant swans pecking at all the free flesh.
C'mon, c'mon, let's run to the cracked open sun.
Brass boots saw those trench-eyed preteens spraypainting fangs onto sanitized dreams;
Rich, rich, blackbirds falling asleep in broken bottle hot tubs.
Brass boots saw everybody laughing, saw everybody sleeping;
And death's grin grown men cleaving million dollar debts from the bank of their own skin.
C'mon, c'mon, lets run to the cracked open sun.
C'mon, c'mon, lets run.
The birds are burning down.
The lyrics of The Blood Brothers' song "Street Wars/Exotic Foxholes" are a commentary on the violence, destruction, and absurdity of contemporary society. The opening lines of the song, "Brass boots, where has your gaunt gown gone? Whose streets have you walked on? Who did you meet? What did they say?" suggest a sense of disorientation and loss amidst the chaos of modern life. The question "Is the world just a foxhole you watch from?" suggests a sense of alienation and detachment from the violence and conflict around us.
The imagery in the song is often surreal and disturbing, such as "Brittle moons breaking, giant swans pecking at all the free flesh," and "Rich, rich, blackbirds falling asleep in broken bottle hot tubs." Through these images, the song highlights the absurdity of a world where violence and danger are not just present, but often celebrated.
The repeated refrain of "C'mon, c'mon, let's run to the cracked open sun" suggests a desire for escape or a yearning for a way out of the destructive cycle of violence and destruction. However, the closing line of the song, "The birds are burning down," suggests that even this escape is impossible or fleeting.
Overall, "Street Wars/Exotic Foxholes" is a powerful and haunting commentary on the state of the world and the violence and destruction that seem to surround us all.
Line by Line Meaning
Brass boots, where has your gaunt gown gone?
What has happened to your once-thin dress, brass boots?
Whose streets have you walked on?
On whose roads have you ventured, brass boots?
Who did you meet?
Whom did you encounter, brass boots?
What did they say?
What did they tell you, brass boots?
Is the world just a foxhole you watch from?
Are you just observing the world from within a hiding place, brass boots?
Brass boots saw the war we're winning dramatized on leering tv screens,
You, brass boots, witnessed the war that we are currently winning being exaggerated on sneering television screens
Brittle moons breaking, giant swans pecking at all the free flesh.
Moons becoming fragile, swans of massive size pecking away at unclaimed meat.
C'mon, c'mon, let's run to the cracked open sun.
Hurry up, let's make our way towards the sun which has a fissure.
C'mon, c'mon, lets run to the ten-story gun.
Quickly, let's get to the gun that contains ten stories.
Brass boots saw those trench-eyed preteens spraypainting fangs onto sanitized dreams;
You saw the trench-eyed preteens painting teeth onto sanitized dreams, brass boots;
Rich, rich, blackbirds falling asleep in broken bottle hot tubs.
Wealthy blackbirds blissfully resting in bathtubs made from broken bottles.
Brass boots saw everybody laughing, saw everybody sleeping;
You saw all people laughing and sleeping, brass boots;
And death's grin grown men cleaving million dollar debts from the bank of their own skin.
Fully grown men carving out million-dollar debts from their own skin, all while death looks on with a grin.
C'mon, c'mon, lets run to the cracked open sun.
Quickly, let's make our way towards the sun which has a fissure.
C'mon, c'mon, lets run.
Let's hurry up and run, quickly.
The birds are burning down.
The birds are currently burning and falling apart.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CODY VOTOLATO, JOHN WHITNEY, JORDAN BLILIE, MARK SUNIL GAJADHAR, MORGAN HENDERSON
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vwnb
"Oh, there's a field inside your face
with breezes sweet as chardonnay,
violins dangling from willow
branches.
But the soldiers stripped it from
your skin, cracked its ribs in the
kitchen, dressed it in drag and
pissed on every inch."
Nothing personal but fuck war
Vince Vasquez
God... thank you for the blood brothers
Thomas Wilson
Even if I don't know y'all, y'all are all family ♥️
Eli Rave
yes...thank god
Invisible Babyface
This is incredible and unlike anything they've ever done. Double bass, Oboe and acoustic guitar is not something I'd ever expect to hear on a BB record.
jimschlat
this album came out during my second tour in iraq i had this in my head one night on night patrol and then shit happened.
vwnb
"Oh, there's a field inside your face
with breezes sweet as chardonnay,
violins dangling from willow
branches.
But the soldiers stripped it from
your skin, cracked its ribs in the
kitchen, dressed it in drag and
pissed on every inch."
Nothing personal but fuck war
Paige Mcknight
It's incredible.
SkyFace Bear
its so damn funky though
GI Jimbo
Yeah this is way different for them. Never thought I'd hear a clarinet in a Blood Brothers song.
irotinmyskin
fucking amazing song. love the bass