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Carouselle
Tim Exile Lyrics
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Disbelief's been put on hold.
We've got tickets right in the front row
To see the biggest thing that's ever been sold:
Dreams of our lifetimes wrapped in plastic
As seen advertised on the TV.
Cast a spell on them,
Pretend these dreams don't belong to them.
Let the silk of the spider's web
Work its magic so they’ll pay for them.
Steal our dreams,
Steal our souls.
Sell ‘em on to the corporates and back to the proles.
Look at the riff-raff and look at the cash.
Keep an eye on the accounts and keep out the trash.
Sell, sell, sell, sell, spin the carousel once more,
One more brick between the rich and the poor.
Everything looks so bright and shiny
Outlined, embossed, in bold.
The dreams he have seem so ordinary
When these new ones are plated with gold.
Where do we get these silver linings
As seen advertised on the TV?
Cast a spell on them,
Pass a curse on them,
Pretend these dreams don't belong to them.
Let the silk of the spider's web
Work its magic so they’ll pay for them.
Steal our dreams,
Steal our souls.
Sell ‘em on to the corporates and back to the proles.
Look at the riff-raff and look at the cash.
Keep an eye on the accounts and keep out the trash.
Sell, sell, sell, sell, spin the carousel once more,
One more brick between the rich and the poor.
We work so hard to dream
Into the night time.
Every morning it's on the horizon,
Rising like the sun.
How do we get to the end of the rainbow
As seen advertised on the TV?
Cast a spell on them,
Pass a curse on them,
We'll profit from their dreams.
Straight through the night work to summon the force.
We’ll seize the imagination.
Steal our dreams,
Steal our souls.
Send ‘em home to their corporates and fight ‘till it grows.
Look at the riff-raff and look at the cash.
Keep an eye on the accounts and keep out the trash.
Sell, sell, sell, sell, spin the carousel once more,
One more brick between the rich and the poor.
The song Carouselle by Tim Exile is a commentary on consumerism and the commodification of dreams, using the image of a carnival carousel as a metaphor for the endless cycle of buying and selling. The lyrics speak of the audience watching a brand new show, with their disbelief suspended, as they are sold dreams of their lifetimes wrapped in plastic and plated with gold. The chorus urges the audience to steal back their dreams and souls from the corporates who are selling them, and to break free from the cycle of buying and selling that keeps them trapped.
The illusion of choice and the power of advertising are also touched on in the lyrics, as the audience is encouraged to question where they get their ideas of what dreams and happiness should look like. The final verse encourages the audience to fight back against those who would sell them their dreams, and to seize their own imagination to find their own path to fulfillment.
Overall, the song Carouselle is a powerful commentary on the dangers of consumerism and the importance of breaking free from the endless cycle of buying and selling to find true happiness and fulfillment.
Line by Line Meaning
We're watching a brand-new show,
We are witnessing a new form of entertainment.
Disbelief's been put on hold.
We are suspending our disbelief.
We've got tickets right in the front row
We have prime seats for the spectacle.
To see the biggest thing that's ever been sold:
We are witnessing the greatest selling point of all.
Dreams of our lifetimes wrapped in plastic
Our long-held aspirations are packaged for commercial purposes.
As seen advertised on the TV.
We've been convinced to buy these dreams from televised ads.
Cast a spell on them, Pass a curse on them,
Manipulate and control their desires.
Pretend these dreams don't belong to them.
Persuade them that they don't own these dreams.
Let the silk of the spider's web Work its magic so they’ll pay for them.
Easily trap them to pay for the dreams they've been sold.
Steal our dreams, Steal our souls.
Rob us of our aspirations and identity.
Sell ‘em on to the corporates and back to the proles.
Sell our desires to businesses and then to the working class.
Look at the riff-raff and look at the cash.
Examine the lower class and their buying power.
Keep an eye on the accounts and keep out the trash.
Ensure financial gain and avoid undesirables.
Sell, sell, sell, sell, spin the carousel once more,
Persistently sell these dreams and continue the cycle.
One more brick between the rich and the poor.
Further divide the wealthy from the impoverished.
Everything looks so bright and shiny
All these dreams appear enthralling with their polished packaging.
Outlined, embossed, in bold.
Marked and adorned with vivid ornamentation.
The dreams he have seem so ordinary
Our own personal aspirations appear mundane compared to these marketed dreams.
When these new ones are plated with gold.
These advertised dreams are gilded with richness.
Where do we get these silver linings
Where can we find the benefits of these advertised dreams?
Cast a spell on them, Pass a curse on them,
Limit their autonomy and control their desires.
Pretend these dreams don't belong to them.
Make them believe they don't have a right to these dreams they've been sold.
Let the silk of the spider's web Work its magic so they’ll pay for them.
Use a subtle approach to ensnare them to pay for these dreams.
Send ‘em home to their corporates and fight ‘till it grows.
Have the workers strive to increase the value of these bought dreams.
Look at the riff-raff and look at the cash.
Observe the lower class and their potential buying power.
Keep an eye on the accounts and keep out the trash.
Ensure financial profit and avoid any undesirables.
Sell, sell, sell, sell, spin the carousel once more,
Continue to sell these dreams and rinse, repeat.
One more brick between the rich and the poor.
Further divide the wealthy from the impoverished.
We work so hard to dream Into the night time.
We put effort into dreaming no matter how late it is.
Every morning it's on the horizon, Rising like the sun.
Each day, we hold onto our dreams like the sun rising on the horizon.
How do we get to the end of the rainbow As seen advertised on the TV?
How do we attain the ideal life we've been sold?
We'll profit from their dreams.
We'll benefit from these bought dreams.
Straight through the night work to summon the force.
Work tirelessly to achieve our goals.
Steal our dreams, Steal our souls.
Rob us of our aspirations and identity.
Send ‘em home to their corporates and fight ‘till it grows.
Make the workers drive the value of these sold dreams.
Look at the riff-raff and look at the cash.
See the lower class and their potential buying power.
Keep an eye on the accounts and keep out the trash.
Ensure financial gain and ignore undesirable elements.
Sell, sell, sell, sell, spin the carousel once more,
Continuously sell these dreams and keep the cycle going.
One more brick between the rich and the poor.
Further the division between the wealthy and the impoverished.
Contributed by Gabriella J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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