The 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 of Wire's "The Finest Drops" suggest alienation and disconnection in modern society. The opening lines, "The island monkeys love the dark, No one is home, they're thin skinned sharks," paint a picture of individuals who seek darkness and obscurity, perhaps as a form of escape from the harsh light of reality. The reference to "thin-skinned sharks" could be read as a metaphor for people who are aggressive or predatory, but also vulnerable to attack.


The second half of the verse, "Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks, No one is home, the chemicals talk," suggests that these individuals are under the influence of something, whether it be drugs or some other form of mind-altering substance. The chorus, "Load up the spoiled goods, Hook up the spoiled gods, Fill up the kindness cups, Drink up the finest drops," seems to echo this theme of escape and self-indulgence.


The rest of the lyrics portray a world of desperation and loneliness, where people are disconnected from one another and from their own humanity. There is a sense of chaos and instability, with imagery of feeding frenzies, death and life caught up in each other, and the forging of chains.


Line by Line Meaning

The island monkeys love the dark
The creatures on this secluded island prefer the absence of light


No one is home, they're thin skinned sharks
The inhabitants of the island are not present, perhaps they have dangerous tendencies


Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks
Interchanging colorful hues causes disorientation


No one is home, the chemicals talk
The island's chemical makeup has a voice of its own, unheard by its residents


Load up the spoiled goods
Collect the expired resources


Hook up the spoiled gods
Catch onto the no longer divine beings


Fill up the kindness cups
Refill depleted good intentions


Drink up the finest drops
Consume the best of what's left


Feeding frenzy, sleepless attacks
Ravenous behavior and restlessness


No one is home, power attracts
Absence elicits a desire for power


Death on a raft, life in a whale
Tragedies and triumphs of voyages


No one is home to finish the tale
The story ends abruptly without closure


Paint it red, light it in blue
Manipulate the elements around you


No one is home over at the zoo
No one watches over the beasts


Lashing together, a timbre design
Binding entities for optimum function


No one is home, no one is blind
All are aware, yet none are available


The last boat launched, cling to the rail
Departing from a forsaken place, holding on for stability


No one is home, they're in full sail
The occupants have sailed away, beyond reach


Forging chains, caught on the tracks
Creating dependencies on a predetermined path


No one is home and they're not coming back
An absence that is permanent


The island monkeys love the dark
A reminder that the creatures thrive in isolation and thrive in the absence of light


No one is home, they've gone for a walk
A continued absence


The island monkeys love the dark
Reiteration of the creatures' preference for dark environments


No one is home, the chemicals talk
Echoing the idea that the island holds its own voice through its chemical properties




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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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