exile
Theatre of Tragedy Lyrics


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Synchronise the flow of intersections
Catalogue all still heartbeats
Franchise the machinations of
The bourgeois-fangled reverie
Gleaming in flamboyancy
Resign to solid chrome
Ohmic opposition is futile
And impedes upon ideas worthwhile

Delicate, infallible construction
We know now what destructiveness comes from

We are living - there's no deed in indulgence
A faded glory, relying on 'Me and Mine'
The exile from human ecstasy
To a place where we're engineered

Seminars on entangled escalators
Meetings with silent translators
A flashback of dystopia
Warning in sleep with a recurring trace
All the fragments and segments
Of fluid sequences
The pretence of a universal race
Not made of metal is moot





Delicate, infallible construction
We know now what destructiveness comes from

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Theatre of Tragedy's song Exile touch upon a world where all human experience has been commodified and turned into machines. The song seems to be a commentary on how technology and capitalism have taken over human experiences and how the "Delicate, infallible construction" referred to in the song is none other than the mechanistic world we live in today.


The lyrics describe how humanity has been exiled from "human ecstasy" and instead been sent to a place where everything is engineered. The words "Seminars on entangled escalators" and "Meetings with silent translators" describe how everything in this mechanistic society is structured and pre-planned. Even dreams and subconscious thoughts are overrun with reminders of the dystopian world that's been created.


The pervasive feeling of loss and melancholy is reinforced by the repeated use of words such as "exile," "dystopia," and "warning". The song seems to be asking the listener to consider the price of progress and modernity, and what is lost when humanity becomes too dependent on technology.


Line by Line Meaning

Synchronise the flow of intersections
Coordinate the movement of different paths


Catalogue all still heartbeats
Record the absence of life in a systematic way


Franchise the machinations of The bourgeois-fangled reverie Gleaming in flamboyancy
Promote the complicated, indulgent dreams of the upper class


Resign to solid chrome
Accept a cold, unyielding reality


Ohmic opposition is futile And impedes upon ideas worthwhile
Resistance is useless and will only slow down progress


Delicate, infallible construction We know now what destructiveness comes from
We understand the consequences of our fragile creations


We are living - there's no deed in indulgence A faded glory, relying on 'Me and Mine' The exile from human ecstasy To a place where we're engineered
We're alive, but living selfishly and missing out on true happiness, exiled to a world where we're manipulated


Seminars on entangled escalators Meetings with silent translators A flashback of dystopia Warning in sleep with a recurring trace
A nightmarish vision of the future, with confusing meetings and ominous warnings


All the fragments and segments Of fluid sequences The pretence of a universal race Not made of metal is moot
The idea of a universal humanity is misguided, and our complex biology makes it impossible




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Synchronise the flow of intersections
Catalogue all still heartbeats
Franchise the machinations of
The bourgeois-fangled reverie
Gleaming in flamboyancy
Resign to solid chrome
Ohmic opposition is futile
And impedes upon ideas worthwhile

Delicate, infallible construction
We know now what destructiveness comes from

We are living - there's no deed in indulgence
A faded glory, relying on 'Me and Mine'
The exile from human ecstasy
To a place where we're engineered

Seminars on entangled escalators
Meetings with silent translators
A flashback of dystopia
Warning in sleep with a recurring trace
All the fragments and segments
Of fluid sequences
The pretence of a universal race
Not made of metal is moot


Delicate, infallible construction
We know now what destructiveness comes from



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Synchronise the flow of intersections
Catalogue all still heartbeats
Franchise the machinations of
The bourgeois-fangled reverie
Gleaming in flamboyancy
Resign to solid chrome
Ohmic opposition is futile
And impedes upon ideas worthwhile

Delicate, infallible construction
We know now what destructiveness comes from

We are living - there's no deed in indulgence
A faded glory, relying on 'Me and Mine'
The exile from human ecstasy
To a place where we're engineered

Seminars on entangled escalators
Meetings with silent translators
A flashback of dystopia
Warning in sleep with a recurring trace
All the fragments and segments
Of fluid sequences
The pretence of a universal race
Not made of metal is moot


Delicate, infallible construction
We know now what destructiveness comes from

Abdallah Hariri

nice so my 19 years of learning English appears to be useless

Sanela Zdravkovic

Thanks!

Dimos G.

this actually was the first song I heard from them and I loved it. that's what got me into them

Ma. Antonieta Cirano

this album was very good, i liked this, and i loved Nell too, it's sad that they ended :(

Whisperlands

This is great for any other band, but not for Theatre of Tragedy. I miss them

Sad Boi

ahhh old school haven't heard this in ages still as good as i remembered

Luke Duncanson

Depresses me to know they don't do this anymore. TT~TT

Louis B

her voice :)) and the bass lines are sick!

jose carlos

Wow que buena cansion me encanto

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