Internal Exile
Wire Lyrics


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An idle glance absorbs the terror
The weight of proof brings little pleasure
The trick's the thing, a cereal measure
Mao sifts the shit from trash to treasure

Marching! Marching!
Primed and armed, a loose projectile
Forced into internal exile

In Apple light, the laptop lackeys
Software pedlars rake the readies
Backstab sermons sitting pretty
Bankrupt, cynics leave the city

Marching! Marching
His cupboard bare; his vision hardwired
Roving tamer; empty larder

Hearts of gold; no pot to piss in
Join the queue of future has-beens




A worker's thirst to be at leisure
Dissatisfied without measure

Overall Meaning

The opening lines describe an indifferent attitude towards the terror that exists in the world, possibly referring to political oppression or societal inequality. The weight of proof - perhaps referring to evidence of these issues - brings little pleasure, suggesting a sense of resignation or apathy. The line "the trick's the thing, a cereal measure" could be interpreted as a commentary on how society commodifies and trivializes serious issues, reducing them to marketable goods like a box of cereal on a supermarket shelf. The reference to Mao "sifting the shit from trash to treasure" may be making a broader point about the idea of the ruling class repurposing the refuse of the masses for their own gain.


The chorus of "Marching! Marching!" suggests a march or demonstration, yet the following line "primed and armed, a loose projectile forced into internal exile" confounds the notion of organized protest. The singer may be describing an individual who is ready to act but isolated from society, pushed into a state of internal exile. The Apple references in the second verse track technology and software companies profiting from people's dependency on technology. The image of bankrupt cynics leaving the city seems to suggest a rejection of conventional success and achievement, as well as a kind of resignation that seems to be pervading the song.


The final verse describes individuals with "hearts of gold" being relegated to a position of future has-beens, a status they find dissatisfying. The desire for leisure becomes a "worker's thirst", perhaps a reference to the "rat race" mentality of modern work-life, work being considered as a burden rather than a source of satisfaction. The notion of having no pot to piss in reinforces the idea of societal disenfranchisement, a reflection of being ostracized from mainstream society.


Line by Line Meaning

An idle glance absorbs the terror
A casual look at the world can reveal deep-seated fears


The weight of proof brings little pleasure
Being right isn't always satisfying


The trick's the thing, a cereal measure
The key is to find a way to game the system and make it work for you


Mao sifts the shit from trash to treasure
Revolutionary leaders can turn anything into something valuable


Marching! Marching!
The relentless march of progress and change


Primed and armed, a loose projectile
Ready for action, but unsure of where to go or what to do


Forced into internal exile
Feeling isolated and cut off from the world


In Apple light, the laptop lackeys
Tech workers under the spell of a corporate giant


Software pedlars rake the readies
Profiting from the endless stream of new technologies and upgrades


Backstab sermons sitting pretty
Cynical leaders who use manipulation and deceit to maintain their power


Bankrupt, cynics leave the city
Those who can no longer keep up with the changing times - or don't want to - are left behind


His cupboard bare; his vision hardwired
Stripped of material possessions, but still fiercely committed to his beliefs


Roving tamer; empty larder
On the move and surviving with very little


Hearts of gold; no pot to piss in
Good intentions, but no means of support


Join the queue of future has-beens
The line of people who once had great aspirations, but never quite made it


A worker's thirst to be at leisure
The desire to enjoy the fruits of one's labor and live a life of ease


Dissatisfied without measure
Feeling deeply unhappy and unfulfilled




Writer(s): graham lewis, wire, colin newman

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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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