Damon Albarn takes us on a moody electronic trek through the wilderness of modern life, where it seems everyone's got their nose stuck in an LCD screen. In "Hostiles," he's not just battling traffic on the digital highway but also those pesky inner demons and external foes that clutter our mental inbox. The song cleverly masquerades as a lullaby for the tech-weary soul, urging us to mute the noise and find clarity in silence. So next time you're drowning in emails or social media chaos, remember Damon's advice: sometimes you've gotta hit 'pause' on the playlist of life to stop dancing with those digital hostiles.
Hostiles
Lyrics
When the serve is done
And the parish shuffled some
And the May frequencies come
To keep you away
When your body aches
From the arms of dreams you keep
And the hours passed by
Just left on repeat
It'll be a silent day
I'll share with you
Fighting off the hostiles
With whom we collude
Hoping to find the key
To this play of communications
Between you and me
When the LCD
Are all the player ones you can be
Put your foot down in the right hand lane
If you are with me
'Til the trains re-route
And the rush-hour is come
And the May frequencies
Have sent you to sleep
It'll be a silent day
I'll share with you
Fighting off the hostiles
With whom we collude
Hoping to find the key
To this play of communications
Between you and me
Don't burn so
Don't burn so
Don't burn so late
Don't burn so
Don't burn
Don't burn so late
It'll be a silent day
I'll share with you
Fighting off the hostiles
With whom we collude
Hoping to find the key
To this play of communications
Between you and me
Writer(s): DAMON ALBARN, RICHARD RUSSELL
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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