The first track off of 1982’s Pornography, The Cure open up their gothic “piece de resistance” with an innovative wildly flanging guitar, and African polyrhythmics. Smith’s opening words: “It doesn’t matter if we all die” are a sampling of the bleak existentialism and in many cases pessimism that wi...
[Verse 1]
It doesn't matter if we all die
Ambition in the back of a black car
In a high building there is so much to do
Going home time, a story on the radio
[Verse 2]
Something small falls out of your mouth and we laugh
A prayer for something better
A prayer for something better
Please love me
Meet my mother, but the fear takes hold
Creeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow
[Verse 3]
Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
Fighting for freedom on the television
Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
Have we got everything?
She struggles to get away
The pain and the creeping feeling, a little black haired girl
Waiting for Saturday, the death of her father pushing her
Pushing her white face into the mirror
Aching inside me and turn me 'round
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
[Verse 4]
Caressing an old man and painting a lifeless face
Just a piece of new meat in a clean room
The soldiers close in under a yellow moon
All shadows and deliverance under a black flag
A hundred years of blood, crimson
The ribbon tightens round my throat
I open my mouth and my head bursts open
A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
Thrashing in the water
Over and over, we die one after the other
Over and over, we die one after the other
One after the other
One after the other
One after the other
One after the other
[Outro]
It feels like a hundred years
A hundred years
A hundred years
A hundred years
A hundred years
One Hundred Years was written by Simon Gallup & Lol Tolhurst & Robert Smith.
One Hundred Years was produced by The Cure & Phil Thornalley.
The Cure released One Hundred Years on Tue May 04 1982.
Seven years after the release of “One Hundred Years”, in a 1989 fanzine, Robert Smith said:
“One Hundred Years” is pure self loathing and worthlessness, and contains probably the key line – the line that underpinned this period of writing: “it doesn’t matter if we all die”…everything is empty. This...
Smith writes songs that can have multiple interpretations, so possibly. However, Smith shared in 2000 while clarifying that “Killing An Arab” was not a racist song:
…nor does Pornography talk about porn, but about the obscenity of violence, exploitation, (and) abuses of power.