Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels) Arcade Fire
"Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)" by Arcade Fire, released in 2004, is an indie rock song that explores themes of isolation, longing for connection, and the desire to escape a stifling environment. The lyrics depict children digging tunnels as a metaphor for seeking freedom and hope. Unique elements include rich instrumentation and layered harmonies. The song has become an anthem for those feeling disconnected, contributing to the band's cultural impact in the indie music scene. #IndieRock
[Verse 1]
And if the snow buries my
My neighborhood
And if my parents are crying
Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours
Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours
[Verse 2]
You climb out the chimney and meet me in the middle
The middle of the town
And since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long
And forget all we used to know
Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow
[Chorus]
You change all the lead, sleeping in my head
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn
[Verse 3]
Then we tried to name our babies but we forgot all the names that
The names we used to know
But sometimes we remember our bedrooms and our parents' bedrooms
And the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents, well, what ever happened to them?
[Chorus]
You change all the lead, sleeping in my head to gold
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn
It's the song I've been trying to sing
And if the snow buries my
My neighborhood
And if my parents are crying
Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours
Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours
[Verse 2]
You climb out the chimney and meet me in the middle
The middle of the town
And since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long
And forget all we used to know
Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow
[Chorus]
You change all the lead, sleeping in my head
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn
[Verse 3]
Then we tried to name our babies but we forgot all the names that
The names we used to know
But sometimes we remember our bedrooms and our parents' bedrooms
And the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents, well, what ever happened to them?
[Chorus]
You change all the lead, sleeping in my head to gold
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn
It's the song I've been trying to sing
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