"Nomanisisland" as written by Adam Drucker, Jeffrey Logan, Dax Pierson, Alex Kort, Jordan Dalrymple and Marton Dowers....
So much for beating your indoor chest
stood predator star,
never picked only placed before doors.

Do you not now know what you poet...
holding your breath arms akimbo
stood base thinking in flames of yourself
at the manned gates to fair switzerland's brink...

would you fancy say going solo forever instead.
Setting sail for good on a standard stranded man crafted raft,
equipped with nothing save few-hundred euros and the hypocrite inside you...

lost where life is all but perfect,
taking the longest cut across wide open ocean possible.
razor free and limeless on a never-again bent to kiss land tour...
...
and if things go well...
you might harvest plankton from the rotted raft's rope
for your supper, and for fluids take twice from yourself
a handful of urine sipped to grind spit.


In shark free waters you could paddle with your hands and feet for fun...
tipping her over if a rescue plane coasts overhead...
and at night feel for the moon making moves,
forcing form on your un-mastered and visible quarter mile of ocean.

And by day on your back watching birds
appear then dissolve in mid-migrate.
falling from a distant nowhere to an out of sight,
still looping in a starring role they'd played
in what's our early evolution...

and there you are sprawled out below them,
fast forgetting tenth grade physics
floating on a few killed trees tied close together...

Hi up above you
in a hollywood-set-style heaven
beyond two floors of sky,
and another 5 of inner-most outer-space
hang awake darwin's bones.
wheeled on a hook to the edge of a cumulous cloud.
peering down just, eating you up
and loving your nature to death...

And there you'll be,
lain prostrate chipping salt
from your lips with starvation soft teeth
sprawled out in the way of the sun.
You see no one truly cares if you take your bloated backpack,
big bag of tylenol, and the long way never into switzerland...

poor poor stranded and big gigantic poem man...
You have what sleeps inside you for your certain string of moments,
and its un-plan thereafter only for your done & once sensitive skin...



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    General CommentI think Subtle appear to be decribing through a lengthy metaphor an arrogant (and rich) person who thinks that they are so great and so smart that they no longer need anyone else. The narrator, speaking to this person, tells them they could float away on a raft in the ocean, countering the old John Donne statement which is the song's title. This person could embark to float forever by themselves where they could forget everything and everyone, even "tipping [the raft] if a rescue plane coasts overhead". However, they would literally eventually die ("heaven . . . eating you up . . . loving your nature to death") and while dying would come to regret their decision. Through this metaphor, Subtle affirm the old adage, as it would be akin to self-torture to never again talk to or make contact with anyone, no matter how bad you're feeling.
    As you can tell from this lengthy statement, I really really like this song.
    danielrocks15on April 02, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI completely agree with your comment. All of For Hero:For Fool is about the line between middleclass and the rich.

    This is my favorite song on the album, tied with A Tale of Apes
    scarecrow826on July 12, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI also agree, I think the opening lines are quite revealing though 'never picked only placed before doors'. I think its the portrait of a man whos never wanted for anything, who has everything handed to him on a plate and this mixed with his arrogance means he cant survie in the real world, he creates himself an island he cant escape from and like as Darwin says, he has to evolve or die, and elvolves into someone not as human with less sensitive skin (maybe implying he cant empathize with others)
    kitcat.1488on April 29, 2008   Link
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    General Comment"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less." - John Donne

    Clearly, Our Hero, Yes disagrees.

    This song makes me giggle.
    Derek_Harton June 05, 2008   Link

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