Dead Cities
The Future Sound of London Lyrics


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"I had killed a man... a man who looked like me"

Faces milling round like cars
Look across the tables, they're there in the piss-stained bars
Faces milling round like cars
Look across the tables, they're there in the piss-stained bars
Make me believe I'm not going to die, for that I'd gladly give you something
Familiar faces milling around like cars on the slimey street
Look across the tables, they're there in the piss-stained bars





Overall Meaning

The lyrics of The Future Sound of London's song "Dead Cities" are dark and contemplative, reflecting a society that has crumbled and is on the brink of destruction. The singer of the song reflects on a heinous act that they committed and seem to be haunted by it. The line "I had killed a man... a man who looked like me" may suggest that the singer feels as though they have taken out their own frustrations on someone who they felt was similar to them in some way. Perhaps they see this person as a symbol of their own inner demons or flaws.


The rest of the lyrics describe a world that has become harsh and unforgiving. The faces of people around them are described as "milling round like cars," indicating a sense of chaos and confusion. The repeated lines "Look across the tables, they're there in the piss-stained bars" suggest that the singer is in a dive bar, surrounded by people who are also struggling in this world. They ask for something that will make them believe they won't die, perhaps an escape from the despair that surrounds them.


Overall, the lyrics of "Dead Cities" paint a picture of a world that is crumbling and desperate, where people are resorting to desperate acts and searching for any semblance of hope or escape.


Line by Line Meaning

I had killed a man... a man who looked like me
I committed a murder, and the victim resembled me


Faces milling round like cars
People moving about aimlessly and without purpose


Look across the tables, they're there in the piss-stained bars
The same people can be found in rundown bars and cafes


Faces milling round like cars
People moving about aimlessly and without purpose


Look across the tables, they're there in the piss-stained bars
The same people can be found in rundown bars and cafes


Make me believe I'm not going to die, for that I'd gladly give you something
I am willing to offer anything to avoid facing my own mortality




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