How To Explain
The Cat Empire Lyrics


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When a room becomes an altar
And what beast that must exist
It flies with music from our lips
And steals a kiss and blows it
Out into the mist
Where castles stand on cliffs
And cobbled streets they wind and drift
And moods are made and set but shift
This place where skies are low
And birds are big

We went to sleep in day
And woke again the same day
We have learned to cheat the time
And find the hours
That the clocks cannot define
As I looked up from that stage
I felt the thing that had been made
And how it raged
And how it raged

How to explain?
Something makes me howl
And shiver to the core
Oh outside if it was raining
Then inside there'd be a storm
We've got a pair of hands for climbing
And a pair of knees to spring
And a pair of balls for strength
And a pair of lungs to sing
And these nimble chords
That say: music is the language of us all

To write these songs is to be written
Ah the chorus always knows
What is in store
And what is more the thing that sings us
Is the thing that makes us roar
I felt that beast 'kisso my neck
We clapped our hands
And heard them spread
There was a trumpet and a call
A pack of Spaniards screamed for more
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all

I find it hard to speak emotional
Cos these things are the things that
Can't be said
And when it's struck it strikes
The memory from our heads
Once I wrote two plays
To be immortal for a night
And despite the unknown hours
Something happens
When the night turns out the lights




Then we fade and yawn
To music that's the language of us all

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "How To Explain" by The Cat Empire describe a transformative experience that occurs when music is being performed. The room becomes an altar, and there is a beast that must exist that is released through the music that takes flight and steals a kiss. The lyrics then describe a mythical landscape where castles stand on cliffs, and the streets wind and drift as moods are made and set but shift. The place where skies are low and birds are big is where this experience takes place.


The singer then describes a surreal experience where they went to sleep during the day and woke up again the same day, having learned to cheat time and find hours that the clocks cannot define. The singer feels the thing that has been made and how it raged, but finds it hard to explain what it is. They describe something that makes them howl and shiver to the core, and if it were raining outside, there would be a storm inside. The lyrics describe the power of music and how it can make us feel alive, with a pair of hands for climbing, a pair of knees to spring, a pair of balls for strength, and a pair of lungs to sing.


Overall, the song is about the transformative power of music and its ability to transport us to another world, where we can feel alive and connected to others through the language of music.


Line by Line Meaning

When a room becomes an altar
When a space transforms into a sacred place


And what beast that must exist
And the intense emotion that must exist within us


It flies with music from our lips
It is expressed through the music we create


And steals a kiss and blows it
And spreads that emotion out into the world


Out into the mist
Out into the unknown


Where castles stand on cliffs
Where dreams and grandeur exist


And cobbled streets they wind and drift
And where the journey is not always easy


And moods are made and set but shift
And emotions are controlled but can change suddenly


This place where skies are low
This world where we feel confined and limited


And birds are big
And where we feel as small as a bird


We went to sleep in day
We lived fully every moment of the day


And woke again the same day
And started a new day with the same energy


We have learned to cheat the time
We have found a way to make time stand still


And find the hours
And make the most out of every moment


That the clocks cannot define
That time itself cannot restrict


As I looked up from that stage
As I paused to reflect on my performance


I felt the thing that had been made
I felt the emotional masterpiece that was created through music


And how it raged
And how it stirred up such intense feelings within me


How to explain?
How to put into words?


Something makes me howl
Something that is too intense for words makes me howl


And shiver to the core
And sends shivers down to my very core


Oh outside if it was raining
If it were raining outside


Then inside there'd be a storm
There would be even more intense emotions within me


We've got a pair of hands for climbing
We have hands made for adventure


And a pair of knees to spring
And legs that can propel us forward


And a pair of balls for strength
And the courage to face anything


And a pair of lungs to sing
And voices to sing out our hearts


And these nimble chords
And these musical instruments


That say: music is the language of us all
That express the idea that music is a universal language


To write these songs is to be written
To create music is to put a part of ourselves into it


Ah the chorus always knows
Ah, the chorus always captures the essence of what we feel


What is in store
What is yet to come


And what is more the thing that sings us
And what is even more powerful is the emotion that drives us


Is the thing that makes us roar
Is the thing that makes us feel alive and invincible


I felt that beast 'kisso my neck
I felt that intense emotion wrap itself around me


We clapped our hands
We celebrated together as one


And heard them spread
And spread that emotion throughout the room


There was a trumpet and a call
There was the sound of excitement and joy


A pack of Spaniards screamed for more
A group of passionate fans demanded an encore


I find it hard to speak emotional
I find it hard to put these intense emotions into words


Cos these things are the things that
Because these emotions are too powerful to be expressed in words


Can't be said
Cannot be fully explained or put into words


And when it's struck it strikes
And when these emotions are evoked, they strike us with a force


The memory from our heads
That overwhelms our senses and takes over our thoughts


Once I wrote two plays
Once I created art to express these emotions


To be immortal for a night
To create something that would be remembered forever


And despite the unknown hours
And despite the risk of failure or the unknown


Something happens
Something magical happens


When the night turns out the lights
When the day ends and the creative energy is gone


Then we fade and yawn
Then we let go and rest


To music that's the language of us all
To the beautiful language that unites us all: music




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@aikefarro

When a room becomes an altar
And what beast that must exist
It flies with music from our lips
And steals a kiss and blows it
Out into the mist
Where castles stand on cliffs
And cobbled streets they wind and drift
And moods are made and set but shift
This place where skies are low
And birds are big

We went to sleep in day
And woke again the same day
We have learned to cheat the time
And find the hours
That the clocks cannot define
As I looked up from that stage
I felt the thing that had been made
And how it raged
And how it raged

How to explain?
Something makes me howl
And shiver to the core
Ah outside if it was raining
Then inside there'd be a storm
We've got a pair of hands for climbing
And a pair of knees to spring
And a pair of balls for strength

And a pair of lungs to sing
And these simple chords
That say: music is the language of us all

To write these songs is to be written
Ah the chorus always knows
What is in store
And what is more the thing that sings us
Is the thing that makes us roar
I felt that beast 'kisso my neck
We clapped our hands
And heard them spread
There was a trumpet and a call
A pack of Spaniards screamed for more
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all

I find it hard to speak emotional
Cos these things are the things that
Can't be said
And when it's struck it strikes
The memory from our heads
Once I wrote to play's
To be immortal for a night
And despite the unknown hours
Something happens
When the light turns out the lights
Then we fade and yawn
To music that's the language of us all



All comments from YouTube:

@carloshernandezdicenta7294

Many years thinking: music is the language of the soul.. not us all 😂

@goodbye3064

I have never heard a band that I like almost all of its songs but damn this band hits harder than any other I have ever heard before

@bonkus277

WHAT AN ABSOLUTE BANGER

@CADdesignr

These dudes are so musically brilliant!! Where did such a mix of talent come from!!!?? I mean i know.. Australia.. but still!! How to you catagorize The Cat Empire? other than just under brilliant? The accent? the just everything! and every song sucks somthing new into it! Clearly theres somthin in the aussie water!! Need to get over there! Heaps of bands that capture this feeling over there but none quite like Cat Empire!!

@Hoivess

WOOOOOOOOO SO TRUE

@FrameOverdoseGD

i like this song, probably my second fav song of the album (first being Hello)

@therag-a-muffinallstars9980

AMEN

@aikefarro

When a room becomes an altar
And what beast that must exist
It flies with music from our lips
And steals a kiss and blows it
Out into the mist
Where castles stand on cliffs
And cobbled streets they wind and drift
And moods are made and set but shift
This place where skies are low
And birds are big

We went to sleep in day
And woke again the same day
We have learned to cheat the time
And find the hours
That the clocks cannot define
As I looked up from that stage
I felt the thing that had been made
And how it raged
And how it raged

How to explain?
Something makes me howl
And shiver to the core
Ah outside if it was raining
Then inside there'd be a storm
We've got a pair of hands for climbing
And a pair of knees to spring
And a pair of balls for strength

And a pair of lungs to sing
And these simple chords
That say: music is the language of us all

To write these songs is to be written
Ah the chorus always knows
What is in store
And what is more the thing that sings us
Is the thing that makes us roar
I felt that beast 'kisso my neck
We clapped our hands
And heard them spread
There was a trumpet and a call
A pack of Spaniards screamed for more
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all

I find it hard to speak emotional
Cos these things are the things that
Can't be said
And when it's struck it strikes
The memory from our heads
Once I wrote to play's
To be immortal for a night
And despite the unknown hours
Something happens
When the light turns out the lights
Then we fade and yawn
To music that's the language of us all

@declanfitzpatrick7690

Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss❀❀❀❀

@tomhilder5326

RAD

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