This song is by Between the Buried and Me who are an American band from North Carolina. They first became a band in Raleigh, North Carolina by the vocalist Tommy Rogers. The other people in their band are Paul Waggoner (guitarist), Will Goodyear (drummer), Nick Fletcher (guitarist) and Jason King (bassist). They made the album Colors and released it on September 18, 2007. This album only consists of eight songs and was named album of the year by Ultimate Guitar.com. The songs on the album are:
1. Foam Born (a) The Backtrack" – 2:13
2. Foam Born (b) The Decade of Statues" – 5:20
3. Informal Gluttony" – 6:47
4. Sun of Nothing" – 10:59
5. Ants of the Sky" – 13:10
6. Prequel to the Sequel" – 8:36
7. Viridian" – 2:51
8. White Walls" – 14:13
White Walls is the longest song on the album and is my favrouite. They are one of the most amazing artists out there. In my opinion they have so much diversity and they are so tallented. I really love thier new album "The Great Misdirect" and it has even more amazing songs than any other album. They just keep getting better and better. The best song on the album I think is Fossil Genera. It is a simple song about them taking over the world and no one knows about it.
This song is very complicated and complex at the same time. The lyrics are:
Beyond the satellites:
Sweet candy populous...a worry free entrance into the world's history.
Never underestimate...never think beyond their thoughts.
The satellites have been trapped and Cloud Mountain will carry on the commands of our ancestors.
Indeed we work from here. We have for centuries...hearing every breath...watching every disease.(You must accept this truth)
Below the satellites:
The leaders are driving to the farthest retreat. Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride.
They have been speaking for years.
Every night while you are asleep they have been discussing what the future holds for us all.
The outer space takeover. Worlds collide in a dreary pre-determined idea brought by our fellow night owls.
Their stories have been mocked...their ideas have been crushed...but after last night they control every idea we will think from here on out.
A government overthrown...
We have come to tell you all that we could have prepared for this.
The night owl speaks overhead:
The apocalypse(at least our apocalypse)will happen sooner than we think if we don't read the journals our station has prepared for you all.
We call ourselves the "night owls". We've roamed the earth for years and kept your world afloat.
We've made it so you stay comfortable in your precious homes.
While you sleep,we discuss. Discuss our future...your future.
Our journals give detailed instructions on the machines and weapons we must build.
These are weapons that none of you would even begin to think could harm the outside world...Everything you know is false...your first instinct is now your last.
Like I've said before...we have been discussing and planning this for decades.(Trust is essential)
We don't have time to explain everything, but just know that everything will soon change.
Trust us and we will all be safe. We are the new government.
Before the satellites:
In simple times we must take control.
With simple skies we create...more sky.
A simple land we must change...for man...is god.
A simple life we must break...
How fast we grow...
We must move on.
This song is very complicated and I don't really have any idea what the lyrics are about. I can pick and choose from it and kinda of understand. They are:
The monsters are made,
and we have proven that we will be one of them.
The whores take the stage...flash our skills...
gotta draw 'em in...gotta keep 'em on their toes...
don't show them how you truly are...who would want honesty...
who would want a group of people that one can relate with.
We need worship, we need devotion...
becoming gods from the image that is thrown...
thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort...
it's not a musical journey anymore...
they chose Camilla and we stood by her the entire time...
monotonous expression...a forced replica of a tired sound...
puppets for a greed-driven carnival...
the same charade as the passing years...
force me out there. Don't give them a chance.
They want to be fed...fed a simple replication of past greatness.
(Things have changed...we have changed.
Personal happiness is what we strive to achieve...
so you can love or hate...it won't change a thing for us.)
Step back. Evaluate. Recognize.
We just need to throw some new ideas in...
(It) will eventually get out of this closed off circle we are part of...
it's all the same.
This is all we have when we die.
It's what's left of us when we die.
We will be remembered for this.
White wall
I think it is basically saying that people mis recodnize eachother and that people could become images that they see like a god. They are saying that pepople take things for granted and that all they want is money. It's saying you can love or hate that no one really cares about anyone but themselves. We will eventually die and not even know what he had, that we will really don't know what he have until we don't have it anymore. White walls is just a room that people are stuck in and you have to live with it.
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