Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Bright Lights Black Leather’ by Adam Ant. 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 Adam Ant or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
There they go the buccaneers
Hand and hand in leather glove
So fast so crazy
With a creepy kind of love
Bright lights, black leather
Bright lights, black leather
Some towns make me anxious
Others sane but sad
But West Berlin’s by far the strangest time
I ever had
All night town of punks and art
All saying look at me
Never seen so much black leather
Even on car hoods
Surrounded by East Germany
So
They want to know just who you are
Or how they can amuse you
Squatters freaks Mahicans
Or even a wall of voodoo
If I had to sum it up
Without sounding too clever
I’d have to say my life has been
A case of bright lights
Black leather