Finest Drops
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The island monkeys love the dark
No one is home, they're thin skinned sharks
Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks
No one is home, the chemicals talk
Load up the spoiled goods
Hook up the spoiled gods
Fill up the kindness cups
Drink up the finest drops
Feeding frenzy, sleepless attacks
No one is home, power attracts
Death on a raft, life in a whale
No one is home to finish the tale
Paint it red, light it in blue
No one is home over at the zoo
Lashing together, a timbre design
No one is home, no one is blind
The last boat launched, cling to the rail
No one is home, they're in full sail
Forging chains, caught on the tracks
No one is home and they're not coming back
The island monkeys love the dark
No one is home, they've gone for a walk




The island monkeys love the dark
No one is home, the chemicals talk

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Wire's song "Finest Drops" paint a surreal picture of a group of individuals or creatures, referred to as "island monkeys," who are both fascinated by and under the influence of a variety of chemicals. The repetitive refrain "no one is home" suggests a dissociative state, where reality becomes fractured and the boundaries between individuals and their environments dissolve.


The song is pervaded by a sense of unease and instability. The image of "thin-skinned sharks" suggests a sense of vulnerability and danger, and the lines "load up the spoiled goods, hook up the spoiled gods" hint at a culture of excess and corruption. Meanwhile, the references to power and death, as well as the recurring image of the sea and boats, suggest a world in which natural forces are both feared and revered.


Line by Line Meaning

The island monkeys love the dark
The inhabitants of this island thrive in the absence of light


No one is home, they're thin skinned sharks
The inhabitants of the island are ruthless and dangerous


Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks
The changing tides create a sense of unsteadiness while walking


No one is home, the chemicals talk
The island is void of human presence, but the chemicals and toxic substances present speak for themselves


Load up the spoiled goods
Collect the decaying and ruined items


Hook up the spoiled gods
Connect with the spiritually corrupted


Fill up the kindness cups
The kindness is scarce and hard to come by, so when there's an opportunity to be kind, take it


Drink up the finest drops
Indulge in the rare opportunities of luxury, no matter how scarce


Feeding frenzy, sleepless attacks
A state of heightened aggression and anxiety


No one is home, power attracts
The island is vacated, and as a result, power is coveted


Death on a raft, life in a whale
The journey is uncertain, and the outcome as unpredictable as a whale, but in some cases, life is found after facing death


No one is home to finish the tale
There's no one left to finish the story


Paint it red, light it in blue
Use colorful expressions to add vitality to the stranded state the adventurer finds themselves in


No one is home over at the zoo
The animals that would typically be housed at the zoo are now roaming free


Lashing together, a timbre design
Strength in numbers and collaboration can help overcome obstacles


No one is home, no one is blind
The island's destruction is evident to all who come across it


The last boat launched, cling to the rail
The last chance at freedom is here, and one should hold on tight to avoid being left behind


No one is home, they're in full sail
The island is deserted and left behind


Forging chains, caught on the tracks
Creating one's own constraints and limitations


No one is home and they're not coming back
The original occupants of the island have abandoned it for good


The island monkeys love the dark
The creatures that make the island their home enjoy the solitary nature of living in the darkness


No one is home, they've gone for a walk
The people who once lived on the island are long gone, but they didn't leave without leaving their mark


No one is home, the chemicals talk
The toxic waste and pollution on the island continue to speak loudly in the absence of human conversation




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Pierre Clary


on Champs

i believe this song is about amphetamine abuse, endemic on the punk scene...Speed, "more speed than before ,less time than before (tolerance build up)........

Pierre Clary


on Champs

The song "Champs" by Wire is an intense and fast-paced track that addresses themes of competitiveness, the desire for success, and the sacrifices one must make in order to achieve their goals. The repeated phrases "The taste of champions, the pace, the pace, the speed, the need, the need to seed, the chance to die" suggest that the speaker is wholly dedicated to winning and will stop at nothing to achieve their goals. The subsequent line "Another dead don't cry" implies that the speaker has seen others perish in their pursuit of victory and is not phased by it. The stanza "You've still got speed, you'll maybe bleed, there's less time" highlights the idea that time is running out and that one must act quickly if they wish to be successful.

The next stanza begins with the phrase "More speed than before, you've done it before, there is no for, what are you doing it for?" which suggests that the speaker is no longer satisfied with their previous achievements and is compelled to push themselves even harder. The line "Want more, want more" is a clear indication that the speaker is never satisfied with what they have and will always strive for more. The repetition of "Another dead don't cry" throughout the song serves as a haunting reminder that the pursuit of success often has a cost, and that cost can be the lives of others.i think this so,

Pierre Clary


on Champs

There is no for

YOU'RE RICH NOT POOR

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