Locust
Tilt Lyrics


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I don't expect a response from you and I won't try to elicit one, I =
Stroke your walls as I prowl along, they seem to be so strong, your =
Windows are on their own, they are letting in a steady blow, I can hear =
The wings of the locust, but it doesn't seem to matter much. I don't =
Trust your corridors, why do I hear the timber groan? I'm getting =
Closer, hitting rooms no light has shown, I like the fixtures, I adore =
The woodwork, I lay prone, making out faces in the plaster, my fingers =
Probing the molding for a trigger. Volumes of polaroids, commemorate =
Nothing to speak of, to speak of, there are whole sections of this house =
Not on the floor plan, and I will ransack 'til I find myself an entry. =
You can't afford to let me go on searching for a motive, you've got to =
Assure me, don't allow me to doubt, produce the passkey satisfy my =




Suspicions, will you trick me to co-author your plans, elaborate plans.
Submitted by: Mel

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Tilt's song "Locust" describe a person's exploration of a house or building, with a sense of intrusion and suspicion. The singer strokes the walls as they prowl along, but doesn't trust the corridors or the groaning timber. The windows are letting in a steady blow, and the sound of locust wings can be heard. However, despite the unease and suspicion, the singer is attracted to the fixtures and woodwork, and even makes out faces in the plaster.


The lyrics suggest a deeper meaning beyond just the exploration of a physical space. The singer seems to be searching for something elusive, with volumes of polaroids that commemorate "nothing to speak of." There are also "whole sections of this house not on the floor plan," indicating hidden secrets or areas that are deliberately kept hidden. The singer is suspicious and wants to be assured, but wonders if they are being tricked into unknowingly co-authoring someone else's elaborate plans.


Overall, the lyrics to "Locust" convey a sense of unease, suspicion, and the desire for answers or clarity. The exploration of a physical space seems to be a metaphor for a deeper search for meaning or understanding, which may be elusive or deliberately hidden.


Line by Line Meaning

I don't expect a response from you and I won't try to elicit one, I
I am not looking for a response from you and I won't try to get one either.


Stroke your walls as I prowl along, they seem to be so strong, your
As I walk along, I run my hands over your walls, admiring their strength and sturdiness.


Windows are on their own, they are letting in a steady blow, I can hear
Your windows are left unprotected, allowing the wind to blow through them, and I can hear the sound of the wind as it enters your home.


The wings of the locust, but it doesn't seem to matter much. I don't
The sound of the locust's wings is audible but it is not of any concern to me.


Trust your corridors, why do I hear the timber groan? I'm getting
I am suspicious of your hallways, why do I hear the creaking of the wooden floors? I am getting closer to finding out what's going on.


Closer, hitting rooms no light has shown, I like the fixtures, I adore
I am moving closer, exploring rooms that have remained in the dark. I am fascinated by your fixtures and I admire your craftsmanship.


The woodwork, I lay prone, making out faces in the plaster, my fingers
I lie down on the floor, and I can see faces in the plaster. My fingers are running over the intricate details of the woodwork.


Probing the molding for a trigger. Volumes of polaroids, commemorate
I am searching the molding for a hidden mechanism. There are volumes of polaroids but they don't seem to be commemorating anything significant.


Nothing to speak of, to speak of, there are whole sections of this house
There is nothing noteworthy to talk about, as there are entire parts of this house that are not even on the floor plan.


Not on the floor plan, and I will ransack 'til I find myself an entry.
These areas were not included in the floor plan, and I will search every nook and cranny until I find an entrance.


You can't afford to let me go on searching for a motive, you've got to
You cannot let me continue to look for a reason behind what I am finding, you must stop me.


Assure me, don't allow me to doubt, produce the passkey satisfy my
You need to convince me, to alleviate my doubt, by producing the passkey that will unlock the truth.


Suspicions, will you trick me to co-author your plans, elaborate plans.
Will you deceive me into becoming a co-conspirator in your elaborate scheme?




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