Discover the poetic beauty in ’15 Storey Halo’ by ABC. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of ABC or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Blondes and beach boys
Might marvel at the size
But honey something that big
You now the best don’t advertise
Has no-one ever told you
You gotta body build to last?
But with that 15 storey deadstop
You’re going nowhere, and fast
10-20-30-40! 15 storey halo!
10-20-30-40! 15 storeys high!
10-20-30-40! 15 storey halo
10-20-30-40? 7 miles wide
7 miles wide!
“Ask a judge and jury
Joe find me 12 just men
We’re gonna bottle up their fury
Make sure don’t happen again”
All the rebel boys got payrolled
Now they’re queuing outside the bank
Like 14 carat playboys
On a trans-cool trans-world tramp
10-20-30-40! 15 storey halo!
10-20-30-40! 15 storeys high!
10-20-30-40! 15 storey halo
10-20-30-40? 7 miles wide
7 miles wide!
And so you meet this guy
A regular gala-had
A real house-trained barbarian
And so you drop him
Like a bad habit
But anything that comes along
You grab it
Oh we’re all waiting
For a saving grace
Hands that soothe
Hands that smoothe the human race
Yes we’re all waiting
For a saving grace
Hands that soothe
Hands that smoothe the human race