Public Place
Wire Lyrics


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In this public place
Pigeons move busily
Through the contents
Of a man's life
In this public place
His last mortal remains
Reflect a private lake
In this public place
Lies fly in formation
Candid fiction spreads its wings
It's deceptive at this angle
Does truth dance?
Does truth sing?
The private hedge pissers
In anxious alleys
The village boy-wide-men
With a game on their hands
Wait for the sign
That will take them to Heaven
Wait for the sign
Only they understand
In this public place
A carved tree
Burst through an atheist's heart
And broken promises
Drifted into the shape of footprints
In this public place




Lies fly in-formation
Candid fiction spreads its wings

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Wire's song "Public Place" feature vivid and intricate imagery that sets the scene of a busy, urban space where the remains of a man's life are on display. Pigeons move busily through the contents of the man's life, and his mortal remains reflect a private lake. Lies fly in formation, and candid fiction spreads its wings, creating a deceptive atmosphere where truth may or may not dance or sing.


The song continues to describe various characters in the public place, including the "private hedge pissers" in anxious alleys and the "village boy-wide-men" with a game on their hands, waiting for a sign that only they understand. Throughout it all, there are powerful and striking images, such as a carved tree bursting through an atheist's heart and broken promises drifting into the shape of footprints.


Overall, the lyrics of "Public Place" seem to be commenting on the way in which public spaces can be simultaneously deceptive and revealing, providing glimpses into the private lives and truths of those who inhabit them.


Line by Line Meaning

In this public place
The following events happen in a public space


Pigeons move busily
Pigeons are active and quickly moving through the space


Through the contents
The pigeons are sifting through the things that are in the space


Of a man's life
The things being moved around are the belongings of a deceased man


His last mortal remains
The belongings left behind are the only things left of this man's life


Reflect a private lake
The items relate to a man's personal life and experiences


Lies fly in formation
People are telling lies in a coordinated way


Candid fiction spreads its wings
People are telling stories that may not be entirely true and are spreading these stories around


It's deceptive at this angle
The stories being told may not be totally accurate and may mislead the listener


Does truth dance?
Is there any truth to be found in what is being said, or is it all lies?


Does truth sing?
Is there any truth to be found in what is being expressed, or is it all deception?


The private hedge pissers
People who urinate in alleyways where they are not seen


In anxious alleys
The area is characterized by tense and stressful streets


The village boy-wide-men
Young men who are trying to assert themselves in their community


With a game on their hands
These young men are up to something - likely something they should not be doing


Wait for the sign
These young men are waiting for a cue, signal or invitation to do something


That will take them to Heaven
This action they are waiting for will result in excitement or satisfaction for them


Only they understand
Whatever the action they are waiting for, they believe they are the only ones who know what it is or how to do it right


A carved tree
A tree that has been ornately decorated or cut into a particular shape


Burst through an atheist's heart
The tree has penetrated a person who does not believe in God, maybe as a metaphor for something breaking through their disbelief


And broken promises
Something went wrong, leaving someone with unfulfilled promises


Drifted into the shape of footprints
The broken promises have taken on the form of footsteps, as if the promise-breaker walked away from what they guaranteed


Lies fly in-formation
Once again, people are telling lies that are coordinated in nature


Candid fiction spreads its wings
Once again, stories that may not be completely true are being moved about




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tinfoilhatter

aw wow,i just love this band-and this album-actually i bought the cassette tape in some mall in 1990...man,all the '90's were righteous...we always had a pissin' good time,didn't need no computers-what the heck-how the heck did we exist in such....a primitive state...well! we shoulda played them drums more,and more of them drums! wire rules !

Ulrich Behnke

Wonderful dark song

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