Frontwards
Searching, Style, and Souls: Decoding the Meaning Behind Los Campesinos! 'Frontwards'
Lyrics
I am the only one
I feel isolated or unique in my pursuit.
Searching for you
I am actively searching for you.
And if I get caught
If I get caught in my pursuit, it will end.
Well, then the search is through
The consequence of getting caught is the cessation of the search.
And the stories you hear
There are inconsistencies in the stories you hear.
You know they never add up
Natives (people) are expressing dissatisfaction with data, possibly misinformation.
I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart
People are fussing while looking at a data chart, possibly related to weather.
Be quiet, the weather's on the night news
Be quiet, the weather report is on the night news.
Empty homes, plastic combs
Empty homes and stolen items made of chrome.
Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome
Rooms that are stolen and crafted from chrome alloys.
I've got style
The speaker claims to have a distinctive style.
Miles and miles
The speaker has a considerable amount of style.
So much style that it's wasting
The speaker suggests that having too much style is wasteful.
So much style that it's wasting
Reiteration of the wastefulness of excessive style.
So much style that it's wasting
Emphasis on the idea that having too much style is a waste.
Now, she's the only one
Now, someone else (she) is the sole person with a certain behavior or quality.
Who always inhales
She consistently inhales, possibly indicating a particular habit.
Paris is stale
Paris is described as stale, possibly implying dissatisfaction.
And it's war if we fail
There are serious consequences if they fail in a war-like situation.
And in the migrant hotels
In migrant hotels, people don't sleep, and their souls are deteriorating.
They never sleep, they never will
The condition of migrant hotel inhabitants is constant.
Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt-clod hold
Souls are deteriorating like a clod of dirt.
Your cigarette cuts to the inside
A cigarette's impact is cutting to the inside, possibly symbolizing harm or influence.
Empty homes, plastic combs
Reiteration of empty homes and stolen items made of chrome.
Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome
Reiteration of rooms that are stolen and crafted from chrome alloys.
I've got style
The speaker claims to have a distinctive style.
Miles and miles
The speaker has a considerable amount of style.
So much style that it's leaving
There is so much style that it's leaving, possibly indicating a loss or change.
This pattern's torn and we're weaving
The established pattern is torn, and there is an active process of weaving a new one.
This pattern's torn and we'll weave it
Reiteration of the ongoing process of weaving a new pattern.
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