The Horizon Is A Beltway
The Low Anthem Lyrics


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The horizon is a beltway that we may never cross
The tops of buildings tremble like children lorn and lost
The stain runs deep it's deeper than the blood upon the cross.
The horizon is a beltway that we may never cross.

You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right
Hear the whistle blowing put a tear into your eye
You hear the distant love song but widows know the lie
The horizon is a beltway, the skyline is on fire.

The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire
The horizon is a beltway and the skyline is on fire

You come up from the lowlands to the city on the air
Where pilgrims and commissioners curate Christian fare
From Havisu to Brownsville feel the long unbroken stare
I wonder what it smells like in that city on the air

You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right
Just the same blue love song made my grand dad cry
You'll hear the whistle blowing put a tear drop in your eye
The horizon is a beltway, and the skyline is on fire.

The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire
You'll hear the distant love song, when the skyline is on fire
The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire
The horizon is a beltway and the skyline is on fire

This old house stood empty now for fifteen years or more
Willows falls half way to meet the weeds around the door
Time throws up her curtain and we know not who we are
The horizon is a beltway, the skyline is on fire

You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right
Hear the whistle blowing put a tear drop in your eye




Jagged as the jaw bone once the flesh expires
The horizon is a beltway the skyline is on fire

Overall Meaning

The Low Anthem's song "The Horizon Is A Beltway" is a powerful commentary on the tragedies and struggles of modern urban life. The song begins with the haunting image of the horizon as a beltway that is impossible to cross, indicating a sense of being stuck and trapped within the confines of the cityscape. The tops of buildings are described as trembling like lost children, implying a sense of abandonment and hopelessness. The "stain" that runs deeper than the blood upon the cross suggests that the problems of the city go beyond mere surface-level issues and are much more deeply ingrained.


The song goes on to describe a distant love song that can be heard when the winds blow just right, but this love song is tinged with pain and tragedy. The skyline is on fire, and the sense of desperation and chaos is palpable. The city is described as a place where pilgrims and commissioners curate Christian fare, which can be read as a critique of the hypocrisy and false piety that can be present in urban communities.


The final verse brings the song back to a personal level, describing an abandoned house where willows meet the weeds around the door. The sense of time passing and people being forgotten is palpable, and the song ends on the poignant image of the horizon as a beltway once more. Overall, "The Horizon Is A Beltway" is a poignant and compelling meditation on the struggles of urban life and the human condition.


Line by Line Meaning

The horizon is a beltway that we may never cross
The boundary that separates us from our dreams and aspirations may always be just out of reach


The tops of buildings tremble like children lorn and lost
The structures we build around ourselves offer no comfort or security, but instead reflect our own sense of abandonment and uncertainty


The stain runs deep it's deeper than the blood upon the cross.
The mark of our failures and shortcomings are ingrained in us more profoundly than any religious symbol can be


You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right
There are moments of fleeting beauty and hope that fill us with longing and remind us of what we desire most


Hear the whistle blowing put a tear into your eye
The passage of time and the inevitability of change can bring us to tears, as we mourn what has been lost and can never be regained


You hear the distant love song but widows know the lie
Even the most romanticized ideals of love and happiness are often a deception, particularly for those who have suffered great loss


The horizon is a beltway, the skyline is on fire.
The limiting factors that hold us back are also destroying the world around us, fueling a sense of hopelessness and despair


You come up from the lowlands to the city on the air
The promise of a better life draws people to cities, where they hope to escape poverty and deprivation


Where pilgrims and commissioners curate Christian fare
Even in the midst of progress and modernization, religion continues to hold a significant place in the lives of many, particularly those who feel lost or uncertain


From Havisu to Brownsville feel the long unbroken stare
The weight of expectation and scrutiny is unrelenting, no matter where you go or what you do


I wonder what it smells like in that city on the air
Even the most glamorous and alluring cities can still hold a sense of decay and desperation beneath the surface


This old house stood empty now for fifteen years or more
The passage of time has left homes and lives abandoned, with no one left to remember their stories or history


Willows falls half way to meet the weeds around the door
Nature reclaims what has been left behind, transforming it into something new and untamed


Time throws up her curtain and we know not who we are
The constant march of time can leave us uncertain of our place in the world and who we truly are


Jagged as the jaw bone once the flesh expires
In death, all the beauty and symmetry of the body fades, leaving only the painful realities of decline and decay




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: BENJAMIN KNOX MILLER, JEFFREY CARL PRYSTOWSKY, JOCELYN JAGER ADAMS

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FYADAQ

what a happy feel good mood this song puts on the table

FYADAQ

what a happy feel good mood this song puts on the table... I bet its the alcohal

Obelisk1990

Nice nice nice!!! NICE!

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