In Another Time

Echoes of Time: Motörhead's Reflection on Life's Twists
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Lyrics

So, here we are in the years,

Reflecting on the current time or era.

All the past is a dream,

The past is distant and feels like a dream.

Can't believe that I'm here,

Expressing disbelief about being in the present moment.

Now, seems so hard to recall,

Recalling the past seems difficult.

Did it happen that way, did it happen at all,

Doubt about the reality of past events.

Here we are, win or lose, good and bad, fast and lose,

Acknowledging the mix of good and bad experiences.

Here we are, black and gold, in another time.

Describing the current state as a different era marked by contrasts (black and gold).


Dust, on a mirror turned black,

Using dust on a mirror as a metaphor for obscured reflection or memory.

The refection is flawed, all the mirrors are cracked,

Reflections are flawed and distorted, suggesting a lack of clarity.

Strange how the glass seems to sing,

Noticing an unusual quality in the way the glass reflects.

But the words are like death, they could be anything,

Words are compared to death, emphasizing their weight and uncertainty.

Here we are, win or draw, badly used, badly scored,

Summarizing life experiences with win or draw, poorly used and scored.

Here we are, gone before, in another time.

Acknowledging a sense of being gone or lost in a different time.


Look through the eyes of the mask,

Encouraging a perspective through a metaphorical mask or disguise.

Tell me what do you see, can you make out the facts

Questioning what can be perceived and understood through the disguise.

Could in the arms of the dead,

Referencing a connection with the dead, hearing their voices.

I still hear them talk, telling jokes in my head,

Memories of the dead engaging in lighthearted conversations.

Here we are before the dawn, cold and black, death and scorn,

Describing a moment before dawn with negative elements (cold, black, death, scorn).

Here they are, lust and grief, to oversee the crime,

Introducing lust and grief overseeing a crime, possibly metaphorical.

In the days before the plague, never spoke, eyes like blades,

Reflecting on a time before a significant negative event (plague).

Here and now, fear and grief, in another time

Describing the current state as marked by fear and grief in a different time.

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