Discover the poetic beauty in ‘The Paper Trench’ by Admiral Fallow. 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 Admiral Fallow or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
All of the high rolling and the soft focus
Helps with the stockpiling of your wooden self
Only in high rolling and in soft focus
Do we really ask, ‘Is there not more than this?’
It’s a trench and the cult and the culture it breeds
Only serves to feed one side and crush the rest
Those that siphon the green from the air that we breathe
To line fat pockets with the residue
And we suffer in silent moth balled fury
Trees that have long since shed their rings
As if to rub out the ball point memory of a thousand sins
Holy Moses and holy cow
My varicose root are coming out
And my sinew fingers throw them away
A ring per sin
A ring per sin
All of the high rolling and the soft focus
Helps with the stockpilling of your wooden self
Only in high rolling and in soft focus
Do we really ask, ‘Is there not more than this?’
It’s a trench and the cult and the culture it breeds
Only serves to feed one side and crush the rest
Those that siphon the green from the air that we breathe
To line fat pockets with the residue
And we suffer in silent moth balled fury
Trees that have long since shed their rings
As if to rub out the ball point memory of a thousand sins
Holy Moses and holy cow
My varicose root are coming out
And my sinew fingers throw them away
A ring per sin
A ring per sin
Only in high rolling and in soft focus (I will make you bleed)
Only in high rolling and in soft focus (I will close your eyes)
Only in high rolling and in soft focus (You’ll never quit)
Only in high rolling and in soft focus