The band initially released three studio albums in the 1980s, to solid critical acclaim. After their third release, Strange Times, in 1987 they abruptly disbanded following the sudden death of band manager Tony Fletcher. The Chameleons were, for all practical purposes, extinct for well over a decade before releasing - to the delight and even disbelief of its ardently loyal fan base - a final studio album in 2001, entitled Why Call It Anything. The band quickly dissolved once again in 2003 due to personal differences, after a successful reunion tour which took them across Europe and the United States. Though having never attained the level of commercial success or fame enjoyed by their contemporaries (e.g. U2, Echo and the Bunnymen, Joy Division), The Chameleons' early impact can still be felt throughout much of popular music today.
Dave Fielding went on to form The Reegs who released a couple of ep's . Then in 2003 formed Coconut Dogfuck a trance techno dance act with Ralph on percussion, Paul Didge on didge and Dave playing guitar and dulcimer . They released an ep and played festivals and gigs around the uk . Andy Clegg Keyboards with the Chameleons also joind Mark and Andy Whittikar to form Sun and the Moon. Both Andys also played with Manchester Band B.F.G.
Caution
The Chameleons Lyrics
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We're just drifting ghosts of glass
Brown sugar, ice in our veins
No pressure, no pain
Everybody looks the same to me
Rows and rows of faces on the balcony
I can hear them calling down to me
Got sugar in our brains
Or a dagger in our hearts
This is not my home, no
Everyone's bought and sold
This is not my home
Everybody's walking round the dead and cold
One by one, by one we disappear
Day after day and year after year
You are run about our wasted there
Nobody hears 'cause nobody cares
Put a dagger in my heart now
Cold here and I shudder and I shiver
I want to look twenty but I can't deliver
Pains in the heart
Ba-ba-bow-wow-wow-wow
It's cold in here
Can you hear my teeth a-chatter?
The time has come for all of us to scatter
Caution to the wind
Caution to the wind
Dagger in the heart
No
This is not my home, no
Everyone's bought and sold
This is not my home
Everybody's checking out the dead and cold
We have no future, we have no past
We're just drifting ghosts of glass
Brown sugar, ice in our veins
No pressure, no pain
No pressure, no pain
No pressure, no pain
No pressure, no shame
No pressure, no shame
No pressure, no shame
No pressure, oh float away
Nothing on earth could help me, no
Nothing on earth could help me, no
Nothing on earth could help me, no, no, no
Nothing on earth could help me, no, no, no
Nothing on earth could help me, no
Nothing on earth could help me, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
Nothing on earth, I said nothing on earth
I said, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, no
The Chameleons' song "Caution" is a powerful commentary on the individual's struggle with the sense of disconnectedness and hopelessness in a society that appears to be spiritually vacant. The song opens with the assertion that the present moment seems empty, as if there is neither a past nor a future to look forward to. The lines "We have no future, we have no past / We're just drifting ghosts of glass" build a sense of existential nihilism that characterizes the overall mood of the song. The reference to "ghosts of glass" might suggest that the sense of personal identity is fragile or even illusory, like the delicate substance of a dream.
A recurring image in the song is the notion of "brown sugar" and "ice in our veins," which seem to represent the numbing effects of modernity and consumer society on the individual's sense of self. The reference to "rows and rows of faces on the balcony" seems to imply conformity and lack of individuality. The chorus ("This is not my home, no / Everyone's bought and sold") reinforces this idea that the world around us is alien and devoid of genuine emotion or connection.
Towards the end of the song, the singer adopts a confrontational, even angry tone, when they declare "Put a dagger in my heart now." This might suggest that the singer is no longer willing to accept the dominant cultural values and is searching for a way to break free from them. The repetition of the phrase "Nothing on earth could help me, no" implies a sense of desperation or hopelessness, as if the singer feels isolated and powerless to change their situation.
Line by Line Meaning
We have no future, we have no past
We are aimlessly wandering through life with no direction, no goals and no purpose
We're just drifting ghosts of glass
We are ethereal beings lacking substance or true identity that move and shift as if in a dreamlike state
Brown sugar, ice in our veins
Our bodies are numb to feel and our minds hazy with a dangerous blend of indulgence and detachment
No pressure, no pain
Our lack of intention, goal and purpose makes us immune to external pressures, and the bleakness and numbness of our existence effectively numbs us to pain.
Everybody looks the same to me
We are trapped in a world of dead, faceless existence that strips people of their individuality and creativity
Rows and rows of faces on the balcony
We are surrounded by countless people whose faces merge into a monotonous blur, a sea of bland conformity
I can hear them calling down to me
There is a constant pressure from society that demands we follow its norms, sometimes expressed as an aggressive compulsion toward materialism and conformity.
Come up here, set us free
There is a desire to be liberated and free from constraints, but the way to achieve it is unclear.
Got sugar in our brains
Our brains are clouded by numbness, sugar, and other indulgences that both heighten and deaden our senses
Or a dagger in our hearts
We are constantly subjected to pain and grief, sometimes of our own choosing, and sometimes through our circumstances.
This is not my home, no
We are not at ease and do not feel connected with the world around us
Everyone's bought and sold
People are trapped by their desire for material goods and social status that they become slaves to the system.
Everybody's walking round the dead and cold
The people and society are lifeless and desolate, and the overriding feeling is one of isolation and regret.
One by one, by one we disappear
We are slowly losing our sense of identity and individualism as we succumb to the demands of society
Day after day and year after year
Our lives are a never-ending cycle of the same routines with no relief or change in sight
You are run about our wasted there
We are irrelevant and have no discernable purpose in the world
Nobody hears 'cause nobody cares
We are alone and isolated, people are too wrapped in their confromity and desires to care about anything or anyone else.
Put a dagger in my heart now
We are unaware and indifferent to the damage we cause to ourselves or to others, we are numb even when self-destructive or harming others.
Cold here and I shudder and I shiver
We are emotionally disconnected from the world and ourselves. We feel the world is stark and cold and our bodies follow suit.
I want to look twenty but I can't deliver
We feel inadequate and regretful for our life choices, yet we cannot change the past or its consequences.
Pains in the heart
We are deeply troubled at a psychological level, and feel inadequacies, dissatisfaction and lack of purpose, and cannot pinpoint specific causes.
Ba-ba-bow-wow-wow-wow
Words or meaningful expression escape us, instead only sounds of frustration, doglike whimpering, and lack of agency do we manage to produce.
It's cold in here
The world we inhabit is unwelcoming, cold, unapproachable and lacking in empathy.
Can you hear my teeth a-chatter?
We are trying to communicate our emotional pain and distress, but the world is too deaf to truly listen or understand.
The time has come for all of us to scatter
It has become clear that we need to escape the monotony, conformity and isolation of current existence
Caution to the wind
We need to seize the day and drop our inhibitions, break from our deadening routine and take a step toward change and fulfillment.
No pressure, no shame
By abandoning our current existence, we liberate ourselves from the monotony and societal expectations that confine us.
No pressure, oh float away
We will let go of our past, present, and future preoccupations, and glide along wherever life takes us.
Nothing on earth could help me, no
Our situation is not a matter of finding a solution or an external force will solve our problems, the situation is inside of us, and existential crisis that no instant gratification or external solutions can impact.
I said, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, no
The depth of isolation, anxiety and existential crisis is profound and carries significant weight.
Lyrics © SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
Written by: DAVID FIELDING, JOHN LEVER, MARK BURGESS, REGINALD HOPE SMITHIES
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SomethingReal1119
Amazing song. I hope more and more people come to discover this fantastic band, because they didn't have the recognition they deserved back in the 80's.
Joystick Division
I just discovered them myself and being a massive fan of The Cure and Joy Division, this fits into my tastes very nicely.
James
Gotta be one of their best tracks, incredible.
Oort Cloud
What a song! Love the last minute or so especially. Up there with Second Skin and Soul in Isolation as one of the best for me.
Nick Taylor
My three favorites 😍
MrThrashmetal13
There's something invigorating and wholesome about Mark's laugh at the beginning and into the first note 🙏 didn't think a song with not too much going on technically could have such a tone and emotion. Truly a work of art
Rashaan Butler
My favorite track on this track on this album. Very mello and trippy.
rontti
literally dropped my jaw the first time i heard this wow it's insane that a song this good exists.
Sara De Antonio
Maravilla ochentera, la verdadera ruta del bakalao en Vlc , para los nacidos en los 60’s .. directamente desde los mejores clubs, verdadera buena música , los londinenses The Chameleons me cautivaron. Incomparable el trabajo vocal y esa batería … Awesome!
Púlsar sonico
Todo correcto, excepto que son mancunianos