Rhyacian
The Ocean Lyrics


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A City of the blind
Their vile inhabitants
Abashed by their own lives'
Insignificance
The silent void of cogitations
Absence of signification
Committed to burn twice as long and half as bright
We're dashing forward with our eyeballs turned inward: until the end of time, the human eye
Staring wide-open into the horror of the mind, shall never ever sleep again
We have awoken from our sleep
Nevermore shall we be unheeding as the flock of sheep
Grazing ingenuously
Living blithely
Roaming insouciantly
Forgetting instantly
Every night
I'm swooping with the vast span of my wings
Into the death-throes of my memory: the eternal scourge of the human mind
I'm wandering in times which are not mine
Terrified of what I'm about to find
I'm trying to stop the past's rapid flight
I'm wandering in times which are not mine
Lost in between the shit and the shine
The snake of fear creeps into our hearts at night
Subdueing every mind at bedtime
What will it take to arrive
And cease trying to stop the past's rapid flight? How much more do I have to go through
To prove myself that I'm still alive? We are living in pain
The wind of the past will always shake you in the end
We're waiting for the day
When we will attain the ability to forget
For, every day of our lives, the present is painful
The future unknown




The sting of the past is what makes every moment unbearable
The future is overgrown

Overall Meaning

The Ocean's song Rhyacian: Untimely Meditations is a dark and introspective piece that explores the nature of human existence and the struggle to find meaning in a world that often seems meaningless. The lyrics paint a bleak picture of a city populated by blind and insignificant people, who are "abashed by their own lives' insignificance." The song urges listeners to awaken from their slumber and to stop living ingenuously, roaming insouciantly, and forgetting instantly. The lyrics suggest that we must confront the horror of our minds and the eternal scourge of our memories in order to truly live.


The theme of the passage is the struggle to reconcile with the past and to find meaning in the present. The singer seems to be haunted by his memories and is tortured by the rapid flight of time. He wanders in times that are not his own and is terrified of what he might find. He asks himself what it will take to arrive and to stop the past's rapid flight. The lyrics suggest that the past is a snake of fear that creeps into our hearts at night, subduing every mind at bedtime.


Line by Line Meaning

A City of the blind
The people of this city are incapable of seeing the truth and are blinded by their misguided beliefs.


Their vile inhabitants
The people in this city are immoral and wicked.


Abashed by their own lives' Insignificance
The people in this city are ashamed of their mundane and unimportant lives.


The silent void of cogitations
There is a lack of thought and meaning in this city.


Absence of signification
There is no meaningful purpose found in this city.


Committed to burn twice as long and half as bright
We are committing ourselves to live a short and intense life without the lingering pain of old age.


We're dashing forward with our eyeballs turned inward: until the end of time, the human eye
We are living life with a self-centered focus and have no intention of changing this perspective.


Staring wide-open into the horror of the mind, shall never ever sleep again
We are obsessed with our own thoughts and will never be at peace or relaxed in mind.


We have awoken from our sleep
We have finally realized that we cannot remain ignorant to the truth forever.


Nevermore shall we be unheeding as the flock of sheep
We will no longer blindly follow the masses but will instead think and act for ourselves.


Grazing ingenuously, Living blithely, Roaming insouciantly, Forgetting instantly
We were once naive, carefree, and ignorant, but we can no longer be that way due to the changes we have experienced.


Every night I'm swooping with the vast span of my wings, Into the death-throes of my memory: the eternal scourge of the human mind
Every night, I am haunted by my own memories, which continue to bring pain and suffering to my life.


I'm wandering in times which are not mine, Terrified of what I'm about to find
I am exploring different periods and experiences while scared of what I may discover about the world.


I'm trying to stop the past's rapid flight
I am attempting to slow down time to prevent the past from escaping me and fading away forever.


Lost in between the shit and the shine
I am searching for meaning in an existence that is both full of beauty and horrors.


The snake of fear creeps into our hearts at night
We experience a sense of dread and anxiety during the dark and quiet hours of the night.


Subdueing every mind at bedtime
The fear we feel immobilizes us and reduces our ability to think clearly and rationally.


What will it take to arrive, And cease trying to stop the past's rapid flight?
What must one accomplish to be at peace with their past and allow it to remain where it belongs, rather than fighting its inevitable passage through time?


How much more do I have to go through, To prove myself that I'm still alive?
What other struggles and obstacles must I face to prove my worth and vitality to myself and others?


We are living in pain, The wind of the past will always shake you in the end
Our lives are full of suffering, and the winds of time will eventually reveal the damage and pain that we have incurred through the experiences we have had.


We're waiting for the day, When we will attain the ability to forget
We eagerly await the day when it will be possible to leave behind the hurtful memories of our past and focus on the present and future instead.


For, every day of our lives, the present is painful, The future unknown
We struggle to find hope and optimism for our lives because we face constant pain and uncertainty due to our past and present experiences.


The sting of the past is what makes every moment unbearable, The future is overgrown
The pain and regret we feel from our past experiences make it impossible to find happiness and contentment in our current moments, and our future is uncertain and unknowable.




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