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The Future
The Little Hands Of Asphalt Lyrics
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With the way the Atlantic flows, almost as cold as it gets here
But that current's on the move, to pursue a new career
Led on by the scars in the atmosphere
So back here in a tiny town we'll need more electricity
'Till the mains fill our brains with Kilgorean (?) chemistry
But even such distractions lose their potency
It was had to keep her warm last night, in some draughty Brooklyn bar
I guess I'll pledge my loyalty to the heat of the passing cars
And I'll retain the warmth, the winter can not recall
Dispense it a clumsy "please", written on some digital wall
Hopeful my 24 weeks among (?) healthy animals
Will still keep me in the thrall
Of course, there's no resolve, the confusion's too severe
But you used to kiss the lobe before whispering in my ear
I think that that’s the trouble with seeing things my dear
Nothing is ever clear
And your views were surely accurate
But I'm done with accuracy
Because once I could see the future
But the future couldn't see me
And now I'm stuck between our teeth
With the lies we couldn't tame
But at least we keep our chins up, as we spit back at the rain
The Little Hands Of Asphalt's song The Future explores the thematic dichotomy between the expansive and unpredictable nature of the natural world and the confined and calculated construction of human civilization, as well as the inherent difficulties of navigating relationships and communication in a complex and often confusing world. The lyrics begin by contrasting the frigid temperatures of New York City, driven by the unyielding Atlantic current, with the limited availability of electricity in a small town, highlighting the seemingly contradictory forces at play in the world. The lyrics then delve into the idea of how even our attempts at controlling and manipulating our environment, such as through technological advancements, can pale in comparison to the vast and mysterious power of nature. The line "when the ocean silently agrees" suggests a sense of resignation or acceptance in the face of nature's overwhelming influence.
The lyrics then shift to the personal relationships, exploring the difficulties of communication and understanding. The singer struggles to keep their partner warm in a drafty bar, highlighting the physical and emotional barriers that can exist between individuals. They also express frustration with the lack of clarity and resolution in their discussions, stating "nothing is ever clear." The singer then reflects on the idea of accuracy, suggesting that perhaps precision and calculation are not the most important factors in navigating relationships and life in general. The final lines of the song leave the listener with a sense of resilience and determination, as the singer refuses to be defeated by the challenges they face, instead choosing to "keep their chins up" and face whatever comes their way.
Line by Line Meaning
They tell me New York City's cold this time of year
People say it gets cold in New York during winter
With the way the Atlantic flows, almost as cold as it gets here
The Atlantic current makes it almost as cold here as New York City
But that current's on the move, to pursue a new career
The current is moving to pursue a new path
Led on by the scars in the atmosphere
The current is influenced by the scars in the atmosphere
So back here in a tiny town we'll need more electricity
The town needs more power
'Till the mains fill our brains with Kilgorean (?) chemistry
The power source will fill their brains with Kilgore-related chemistry
But even such distractions lose their potency
Even distractions lose their power
When the ocean silently agrees
The ocean agrees silently
It was had to keep her warm last night, in some draughty Brooklyn bar
It was difficult to keep her warm in a cold Brooklyn bar
I guess I'll pledge my loyalty to the heat of the passing cars
I'll rely on the heat of passing cars to keep warm
And I'll retain the warmth, the winter can not recall
I'll keep the warmth that the winter has forgotten
Dispense it a clumsy "please", written on some digital wall
I'll awkwardly request the warmth on a digital wall
Hopeful my 24 weeks among (?) healthy animals
I'm hopeful that my time around healthy animals will help
Will still keep me in the thrall
I'll still be captivated by it all
Of course, there's no resolve, the confusion's too severe
There's no clear solution to the confusion
But you used to kiss the lobe before whispering in my ear
You used to kiss my ear before whispering to me
I think that that’s the trouble with seeing things my dear
The trouble is that things aren't clear
Nothing is ever clear
Nothing is ever clear
And your views were surely accurate
Your views were probably correct
But I'm done with accuracy
But I'm done with being precise
Because once I could see the future
Because I used to be able to see the future
But the future couldn't see me
But now the future can't see me
And now I'm stuck between our teeth
Now I'm caught in between our words
With the lies we couldn't tame
With the lies we couldn't control
But at least we keep our chins up, as we spit back at the rain
But we keep our heads high and defy the challenges
Contributed by Colton M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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