| Cocteau Twins – Pearly-Dewdrops' Drops Lyrics | 6 years ago |
| i too have always heard 'ruby suns' and then....erotic cups...or raw tea-cups...and it evokes this psychedelic cup of ruby citrusy tea....and pearly dew drops for me have been liquid LSD. what a hypnotic, epic soaring song. back in 84, i used to play the EP over and over on a turntable!!!! | |
| Angel Olsen – Creator, Destroyer Lyrics | 6 years ago |
| i love the production on this song. it adds to the loneliness and isolation of the elegant lyrics. no fuss with the words...no need to...it's all there, naked and plain. these are the songs that always get under my skin. like The Shins 'caring is creepy'. not saying that CD is a similar listen as CIC...just that i collect sad songs about trying to move on. | |
| Angel Olsen – Creator, Destroyer Lyrics | 6 years ago |
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@[swampbaby:25465] what a thoughtful, expressive exploration of this gorgeous song. |
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| Seal – Crazy Lyrics | 11 years ago |
| thank you. i couldn't agree with you more. | |
| The Shins – Phantom Limb Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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http://originals.last.fm/video/the-shins-phantom-limb/Iybvi_k_TpeG/ this link is to a gorgeous acoustic solo of mr. mercer delivering yet another one of his inimitable masterpieces. can any one sing such sneaky, complicated melodies (and lyrics!) with his seemingly effortless prowess? such an utterly normal looking dude, such a dense set of lyrics. such a cherished songwriter of mine. we are so lucky to have him amongst us. my guy found this performance for me. the first time he heard the song, years ago, he literally had to pull the car over and surrender to it, such was his astonishment.... anyone else hear the beach boys' influence in there? (especially on the album version. and the drums at the beginning of the album version are both reminiscent of the BB's 'Don't Worry Baby' and 'Be my Baby' by the Ronettes. not that any of those trainspots detract from the glory of this song. i mean, WHO uses the word FOALS in a song?????? james mercer, goddamn right! |
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| Wilco – Wishful Thinking Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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this sneaky little diamond of a tune asks: 'what would love be without wishful thinking....' (fill up your mind with all it can know-don't forget that your body will let it all go') then, from YHF: a desperate admission: 'oh my lies are always wishes, i know i would die if i could come back new' i feel Jeff is always exploring the territory of how fleeting big love's moments are, how quickly we decay into our habits and vicissitudes.... savor the moment, because the polarities and randomness of life will make themselves known soon enough. i mean , 'hell in a nutshell' and 'I got up off my hands and knees To thank my lucky stars that you're not me' this is the pendulum swing of love. you gotta wish. this song approaches the gravity of 'ashes of american flags', with 'this machine begs for luck' is not the cash machine 'wishing'? are not all of our lies in a way 'wishes' of a sort? anyhow, these are my musings. i listen to tweedy with a really open heart and mind. everyone has said some very cool stuff. i hope my perspective can add some meaning to the commentaries. bless up eyzovblu |
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| Pink Floyd – Wish You Were Here Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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jeez you guys.....syd was just so wasted. roger just wishes that the 'old' syd was still up and running....the way fame has put them in the limelight, under a microscope, he's not really saying that he (roger) has taken a 'higher road' or is a better human. the song is the SOUL OF EMPATHY. it doesn't judge...it describes, it asks....and the harrowing, poised questions that are asked of syd, are the very issues that roger knows he is coping with in his own way...but he doesn't sink like syd did. i say, any literary references are all well and good, but the JUICE of this song is love and regret, and missing someone who has slipped away. you all might wanna listen to radiohead & sparklehorse's version of this. it is gorgeous. |
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| Grandaddy – This Is How It Always Starts Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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doesn't jason speak to just about every second in a person's life? one song or another, it ends up being such a personal listening experience, but if you want to, you can distance yourself and just proclaim him a bit of a whiner, (which i do, when i can't handle how spot-on he is with his insights). simlplicity wrapped around soundscapes and sometimes bangin guitar hooks....but then again the lyrics are just so clever in how sneaky they are....i'm not gonna write a thesis, but 6 years ago my fiance turned me on to grandaddy via 'now it's on' which i immediatley loved, esp the video, but it's only now that i'm becoming a humble scholar of jeez it's jason and friends. right now, he's my go-to when i feel despair creeping in. but then again, i am one the emotive members of this ride....... i hope jason is happy in montana right now with the snow and trees and maybe a fireplace (surely a fireplace, right?) maybe a fambly cat.....and a dog..... i hope he doesnt' hunt....... i hope he stays alive is all. really. no bad juju like sparklehorse. his passing was devastating beyond words. so peace out, y'all and happy holidays cuz here they come....and this is always how it starts....... besos eyzovblu |
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| Pedro the Lion – Secret of the Easy Yoke Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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i'm a lapsed catholic. went to mass when the 'monsigneur' (the 'head' priest') swung the encensoir to infuse the church with the smell of incense. the mass was in latin, it cocooned me as a young child in a secure feeling of safety, mystery, and the magic of ritual. after the catholic mass was modernized, and conducted in English, and the trappings of the 'mystery' fell away, i was still a kid, and i went to church, received all the 'sacraments' and attended weekly 'catechism' which is like bible study, for teens. i stopped going to mass when i graduated from high school. HERE'S WHAT i notice about this mesmerizing song about 'crisis of faith' in my opinion: we used to turn to one another at one point in the mass and were expected to earnestly take the hand of those to our left and right and say: "peace be with you" i always felt like such a phony doing that. of course i hoped in my teenage self absorption, that there could be 'world peace' but i was way too selfish and at war with a very dictatorial and philandering father to really care about whether anyone there was at peace. peace, be still. peace be with you. and also with you. that was the exchange. peace, be still is the way to go. still point, balance point. stillness. silence. solitude. society. society is tough. full of poseurs. hard to pierce the veil. better to be silent, as hedwig schmidt, the mother of hansel, (who assumes his mother's name) in "hedwig and the angry inch." (an award winning indie movie you all should see if you don't mind some camp and sexual identity crisis tossed in with great rock and roll) hansel is watching a religious tv show as a youth, and says to his mother in german: "jesus said the darndest things!" she gives him a smack on the head, not hard but corrective and declares with horror: "so did hitler! (da hitler auch!) better to be silent my son......" i currently live in Seattle. MY fourth month. I live in Ballard, a town where, when founded, for every bar built, a church had to be built as well. i live in a converted church warehouse with the weirdest married couple and their bevvy of kids from 4 previous marriages. they are the creepiest, 'nicest' people. my fiance and i have never been more wary of anyone in our lives. and my fiance knows the husband for over 25 years, most of which were spent without an active faith. let me tell you, i gotta get OUT of Ballard. my own personal jesus, he's there in the music of Pedro the Lion, Jesus Christ Superstar....and i find jesus in any song about redemption or self doubt. i think of his struggle in Gethsemane. i'm NOT an active church-goer. i'm not a 'joiner'. i was in the 'rave scene' for 6 years, and jeez, did it ever remind me of a bunch of glazed eyed christian fanatics. i did attend episcopal mass for about 6 months when i was 24, and i went to bible studies, to try to resurrect my faith in organized religion. the bible studies made me nauseous. all about how sex outside of marriage was essentially, having sex with satan. i pretty much wanted to vomit right then and there. god is within and around you. love is all. love. the way you treat each other, stranger or friend or beloved. human or animal. the way we respond to each others' posts so often seems puerile to me. this board is a blessing. so....bless up and peace OUT to all of you. i welcome wishes for a happy relocation from Sf to Seattle. it's been really tough on us so far. we're looking for our own rent to own house as i write. if any one is inclined to hold intention (or pray) for our success, i will do the same for you if you leave me a message. hey, this post wasn't meant to garner prayer or promote our home search. i just thought it couldn't hurt. it's sunday. rejoice over someone, something, share some love, and be glad. eyzovblu Read more at http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/38101/#UFWI4HWkgcCLU88J.99 |
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| Pedro the Lion – Secret of the Easy Yoke Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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i'm a lapsed catholic. went to mass when the 'monsigneur' (the 'head' priest') swung the encensoir to infuse the church with the smell of incense. the mass was in latin, it cocooned me as a young child in a secure feeling of safety, mystery, and the magic of ritual. after the catholic mass was modernized, and conducted in English, and the trappings of the 'mystery' fell away, i was still a kid, and i went to church, received all the 'sacraments' and attended weekly 'catechism' which is like bible study, for teens. i stopped going to mass when i graduated from high school. HERE'S WHAT i notice about this mesmerizing song about 'crisis of faith' in my opinion: we used to turn to one another at one point in the mass and were expected to earnestly take the hand of those to our left and right and say: "peace be with you" i always felt like such a phony doing that. of course i hoped in my teenage self absorption, that there could be 'world peace' but i was way too selfish and at war with a very dictatorial and philandering father to really care about whether anyone there was at peace. peace, be still. peace be with you. and also with you. that was the exchange. peace, be still is the way to go. still point, balance point. stillness. silence. solitude. society. society is tough. full of poseurs. hard to pierce the veil. better to be silent, as hedwig schmidt, the mother of hansel, (who assumes his mother's name) in "hedwig and the angry inch." (an award winning indie movie you all should see if you don't mind some camp and sexual identity crisis tossed in with great rock and roll) hansel is watching a religious tv show as a youth, and says to his mother in german: "jesus said the darndest things!" she gives him a smack on the head, not hard but corrective and declares with horror: "so did hitler! (da hitler auch!) better to be silent my son......" i currently live in Seattle. MY fourth month. I live in Ballard, a town where, when founded, for every bar built, a church had to be built as well. i live in a converted church warehouse with the weirdest married couple and their bevvy of kids from 4 previous marriages. they are the creepiest, 'nicest' people. my fiance and i have never been more wary of anyone in our lives. and my fiance knows the husband for over 25 years, most of which were spent without an active faith. let me tell you, i gotta get OUT of Ballard. my own personal jesus, he's there in the music of Pedro the Lion, Jesus Christ Superstar....and i find jesus in any song about redemption or self doubt. i think of his struggle in Gethsemane. i'm NOT an active church-goer. i'm not a 'joiner'. i was in the 'rave scene' for 6 years, and jeez, did it ever remind me of a bunch of glazed eyed christian fanatics. i did attend episcopal mass for about 6 months when i was 24, and i went to bible studies, to try to resurrect my faith in organized religion. the bible studies made me nauseous. all about how sex outside of marriage was essentially, having sex with satan. i pretty much wanted to vomit right then and there. god is within and around you. love is all. love. the way you treat each other, stranger or friend or beloved. human or animal. the way we respond to each others' posts so often seems puerile to me. this board is a blessing. so....bless up and peace OUT to all of you. i welcome wishes for a happy relocation from Sf to Seattle. it's been really tough on us so far. we're looking for our own rent to own house as i write. if any one is inclined to hold intention (or pray) for our success, i will do the same for you if you leave me a message. hey, this post wasn't meant to garner prayer or promote our home search. i just thought it couldn't hurt. it's sunday. rejoice over someone, something, share some love, and be glad. eyzovblu |
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| Broken Social Scene – Superconnected Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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6 min ago Rated 0 BEEN in love (dammit....ouw!) got it) i don't wanna think about those talismans, those totems, those triggers that open my heart chakra, anahata, and blow me wide open........4.5 years of massive love....then....you do the math....math entered his life as a 'creative remedy' and we fell, slowly, insidiously , to bits and pieces. when you ARE superconnected, it TRULY is like, time to evolve or disengage or ascend to your own 'bardot' (sp) it's spelled differently in so many bowie bewlay brothers parses....i don''t mean to condone or support suicide but somehow, probably painfully moving on somehow could be part of why he says when you're superconnected...it's time to leave..... I suffer from being "superconnected" to a man that's gone... two tiny kittens... don't get what's goin' down... or maybe they do... and that's why i'm still alive... music makes all the difference... maybe i won't die... 'but i DON'T WANNA THINK ABOUT THOSE THINGS ANYMORE (DAMMIT) |
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| Broken Social Scene – Superconnected Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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BEEN in love (dammit....ouw!) got it) i don't wanna think about those talismans, those totems, those triggers that open my heart chakra, anahata, and blow me wide open........4.5 years of massive love....then....you do the math....math entered his life as a 'creative remedy' and we fell, slowly, insidiously , to bits and pieces. when you ARE superconnected, it TRULY is like, time to evolve or ascend to your own 'bardot' (sp) it's spelled differently in so many bowie bewlay brothers parses....i don''t mean to condone or support suicide but somehow, probably painfully moving on somehow..... I suffer from being "superconnected" to a man that's gone... two tiny kittens... don't get what's goin' down... or maybe they do... and that's why i'm still alive... music makes all the difference... maybe i won't die... 'but i DON'T WANNA THINK ABOUT THOSE THINGS ANYMORE (DAMMIT) |
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| Elton John – Madman Across the Water Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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yes. no nixon. no specific. just the sadness of madness and how the family often triggers it. thank you for your thoughtful post. eyzovblu |
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| Elton John – Tiny Dancer Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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i'm pretty sure it's 'air-laid lady'...... |
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| Elton John – Tiny Dancer Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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thank you for saving me from typing all of your accuracies. you dont' mention that the 'piano man' who 'makes a stand in the auditorium' is elton himself, with taupin and gf in attendance. of course, 'the words she knows, the tune she hums.....' it's one of the shining gems of taupin's love songs. |
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| Elton John – Levon Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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this is very INTERESTING to me....a twenty year veteran of loving this song. i always simply imagined a disenchanted jew who ironically and randomly names his child jesus, yet, trying to comply with american judaic values, 'sends him to the finest school in town'. meanwhile, the family biz has always struck me as WEIRD. so the racists (not i) say, jew will do anything for money. but blow up balloons all day? i always wondered. seemed too enslaved for most of the jews i know who'v been raise with condfidence and a strong sense of self. so i will ponder this.....altho.....are these the balloons that are minimally filled with just heroin that mules swallow or have inserted otherwise to get across country borders....? i kinda feel you're reaching a bit far....taupin wasn't writing in this era. it was the early 70's........ |
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| Elton John – Levon Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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jeez....you silly youngsters... i remember parsing the lyrics in the seventies, off of the liner notes on the album or in some book at a 'music store' where sheet music and books were sold. he's only saying (excitedly) wooo! and he shall be levon and he shall be a good man and he shall be levon.....in tradition with the family plan....it's just the chorus repeated with fervor. silly kids. "mish i be levon"---get your butt to a few good books and lern sum readin' n werds.... |
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| The Shins – Caring Is Creepy Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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OH MY you little wanna be social worker. homelessness. literally? homelessness of the soul, the heart. this song is heartbreak. not being denied foodstamps, or welfare, or housing. you gotta be some undergrad with silly, yet sincere notions at trying so hard to see 'things differently from a socialistic humanistic pov'. you dissed me mamma so back at you. you goofball. eyzovblu |
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| Cat Power – Metal Heart Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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i'm living this. i have my bf,who i remain in love with and hold hope for, who so sincerely and utterly convinced of our shared mandated destiny to be together-as i tore asunder a 13 year marriage and threw two cherished cats into longing for my daily interface with them-deferred to daytime 9-5 til m y ex came home.......and all i, in retrospect, was doing =was getting lusty bops 3=5 x a day from this 'metal heart'who defaulted to any complaint imaginable once husband divorced me and settled out of court givng me the SF flat and our two cats. mr metal heart had black lung' allergies (as if) and my bed shook too much for him to love on me as he did at his bed sit the two months of what i see were our honeymoon period. he's a degenerate now, steals my script pills during my grieving for my beloved cat and he pillsboozes and considers himself a music critic without EVER listening to the lyrics and trying to find a context for them. production is all that matters and wordplay. mr mazzy star rhythm guitarist,that's who this jaded metal heart formerly was. privilege of knowing Mark Linkous before he shot himself dead in an alley two springs ago. (sparklehorse,fyi) RIP hidey hidey hidy. sad sad zoo. cat power drops the science and breaks it down. a sermon, a lament, whatever the listener needs. i want that threshold of revelation: 'i once was lost but now am found..was blind but now i see you' and then i want the courage to lay it on the line and either banish the liar, glimpse the magical man who once reacquainted me with passion and faith. let melt this metal for earth and fire. and air. and I'm not kidding.......... tx for letting me write about the pain...... |
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| MGMT – Love Always Remains Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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Please be kind and tolerate the fact that my entry is essentially a memorial: highly personal yet leaning on the song for emotional succor. This MGMT gem has helped me release my grief and given me comfort during the recent death of my adored pet. So PLEASE indulge me as I share this little eulogy & massive gratitude to both my cat Asha and MGMT. What a sweet, staggering, simple tricky little track! Naysayers of MGMT just can't evolve. Initially, before my chaos began, leisurely listening to this song lead me to toy with the notion of the lost island of Atlantis.....and then my life veered into the drama that was bound to happen one day but came to pass just a few weeks ago. This has left me with a truer, albeit selfish, sense of this song. Praise to MGMT for giving me this musical panacea to cling to as I cope with the absence of my beloved feline who's spirit left this planet on July 27th, at 12.55pm via lethal injection. I cherished and doted upon and marveled at the connection i had with this beautiful silky-seal grey, golden-eyed once feral cat named ASHA , since July 22nd, 1997. We were 'lover and beloved' for 14 years and 5 days. To say that Asha was, as cats are said to be, my "familiar" or 'channel' is to vastly under rate our uncanny connection. During his demise, I held the most surreal and self-sparing space with him starting on July 11th during the 'thyroid storm' and the two strokes that occurred over his last 17 days. You don't eat, you don't sleep, you forget to floss, your bills go nearly forgotten and you are ALL ABOUT YOUR LOVE. Well, Asha's spirit was ready to leave and his guides were there, ready to take him 'home'. On my end, this meant recognizing this stage and ultimately lead to the angel injection that shot him to heaven. You just don't realize what you're capable of witnessing or sacrificing until you truly love a being who is vulnerable and dependent upon you. I was dumbfounded by what I underwent as Asha valiantly lived out his last couple of weeks. I did so much stupid shit in the 6 months before Asha succumbed that I'm still undergoing extreme self-berating for my behavior. To cut to the crisis: his last stroke rendered him unable to recognize me at all--and his pupils were so dilated that he was 'blind'. Once at the vet, ready for the angel injection, you don't quite realize how fast it works--the shot stops the heart almost instantly, and you're still there, cooing and murmuring your devotion to your beloved. But they're gone. But "the love always remains" For a day or so, I could not bear to hear a note of music, knowing how lyrics unzip me. And i was beyond grief-stricken, i myself was utterly without MEANING, without Asha to turn to. i didn't want to have any lyrics 'meaning' anything to me, I wanted to disintegrate/drown/dwell in the stunned reality of Asha not being HERE. Enter the grace of a song like "Love Always Remains". When my heart yearned for music again, guess what song chose me? This one here. Because of the unconditional love that Asha had for me, his mammal mummy, he summoned me to be a better person than i would have been. He was a reason to not go too far off the rails, to always come home to feed and care for him, and in the later years of his life, to give him subcutaneous fluids and other meds so he would be hydrated and healthier. He had little seizures from 12 weeks til he died.....they manifested as crazy bouts of excessive self-grooming when he was a youngster..and only lead to deeper symptoms in his older years. Folks, I still feel like I might go to pieces (pieces of what? ///pieces come together for some reason just as well) at any moment. And I do declare that "time doesn't heal all wounds"...it lulls me into the business of life, and then i default to an Asha flash, and I'm bereft and bewildered by how it is that he isn't here anymore. Nor do I want time to assuage the memory of Asha, I only ask that Time always ennoble and honor Life with Asha. Asha's Love Always Remains. it is in the ether, it is all around me here in my home, it is in my heart and soul and in countless pictures of him. I'm still gutted, emotionally eviscerated by the lack of his willful, feisty, intuitive nature and his inexhaustible desire to be near me. He was extraordinary, and we were corded in a way i've never felt with a human, even though i have been deeply in love. I'm looking for Asha's ghost all the time. If I literally 'saw' Asha's ghost, not only would it change the way I think, but I would welcome leaving this life. I'd certainly let it all out fast. Right now, I'm living in the past. Other appreciations: I love the production on this song. The chaotic electro at the start and finish. The way it resolves. The perfect touch of auto-tune on the chorus. The way the chorus has the real 'instruction' of the song -- "if we hold the hand etc....." overlaid upon it. And the way it chillingly builds up and then cuts and drops you into the shimmering, echoing persistence of the repetition of 'THE LOVE ALWAYS REMAINS..REMAINS...etc...... with those few little keyboard notes just perfectly underscoring the beauty of the sentiment, the truth, the wistfulness of relying upon the love of a lost one always remaining. This song is both redemptive and yet desperate in what it describes. It is so hard to lose what we love. All in all, a very healing and cathartic song for me these days. And i just love this band. I say "pish" to those who can't handle their proclivity for clever or self-indulgent songs. I take MGMT as a whole, and embrace them. They're in my town this weekend, SF, at the Outlands festival in Golden Gate Park playing on the same night as the Shins. Both bands are so personal for me, that I wont' venture into the fray. But its cool to know they're in town! Wow. Just as I was reviewing my comments before posting, the mailman brought me Asha's ashes---did you know that they're actually called 'cremains"? I'm going to attempt a bit of a 'closure' ceremony here in the sun with my survivor cat Biba, and see if we can invoke Asha and get him to help us move along with love in our our hearts. Thanks to any readers for your kindness in letting me share this. Bless up everyone... |
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| The Shins – Caring Is Creepy Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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well..well....what a whopper. i broke my pinky toe the day after thanksgiving and was stuck inside for the entire rainy season in SF. and my 'fiance' and I, who live together, were on very different wavelengths in a tiny flat, each of us keeping late hours, in two different rooms. (ok, a small flat, but not minuscule.) because it was easier to give me music than attention, he made me songlists, one after another, and caring is creepy was featured. i was very preoccupied with my anger at his rejection of me and IF i had understood these lyrics i might have taken drastic measures to find oblivion, permanently. this song is touched the way 'waiting for a superman' is touched,the way so much 'sparklehorse' is touched, the way 'ashes of american flags' is touched. touched by genius, courage, vulnerability, sheer wordsmith savvy...the kind borne of jagged blinding insight into our vicious natures. for me, songs like this are 'church'. i can listen again and again, OCD style. why analyze it for all of you smart folk out there who have said many things i totally agree with? the only thing i'd like to share is how i believe i share a smidgin of what inspired the first verse: my guy walked out of our flat to spend cash we couldn't afford on a hotel room just to get away from my neediness to talk things over. 3am. i'm amped on adrenalin and sorrow and maybe more than those two things. seated at this monitor. he leaves dramatically. my cat and i both look at each other. i sit, paralyzed. i know if i move i might fly into bits or crumble into dust. Decimate. so i hold space. mull it over. i know damn well it's gonna find it's way down my throat. or somewhere in my body. it's the eye of the hurricane perceived and drawing near. it's love. it's violent it's creepy we crave it and it is, like it or not, almighty. james mercer--agent of change. |
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| The Shins – Caring Is Creepy Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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| The Shins – Caring Is Creepy Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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these corrections sound very pristine and obvious if you listen to the acoustic youtube version of james mercer solo Lift the mattress off the floor "ROLL the mattress-not 'lift" Walk the cramps off Go meander in the cold Hail to your dark skin Hiding the fact you're dead again Undeneath the power lines seeking shade CORRECTION: undeRneath the ..... (R was missing) Far above our heads are the icy heights That contain all reason It's a luscious mix of words and tricks That let us bet when you know we should fold On rocks I dreamt of where we'd stepped And the whole mess of roads we're not on (i swear he's singing "we're NOW on" |
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| MGMT – Future Reflections Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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i get shivers when the song builds up to the bridge where the question of "If it's good, or if it's fortune, I can't tell But pieces come together for some reason just as well" refer back to "pieces of what'which is so sad and depicts a decimated land. "Future Reflections' wants to give us HOPE or at the very least nostalgia. Moving forward, the guns/spotlights that are sensed in "PIECES' being overhead and all around in have lost are impotent here--and yes, i realize this song could be a dream, a wish, a courageous attempt at faith that things will revert, or evolve or devolve....I'm often of a quasi-luddite frame of mind and think often of my many readings of "Dune" where computers have been wiped off the face of the jaded, drug cartelled galaxy....mgmt seem to envision or, if they are only clever dudes who know how to speak to the zeitgeist, then they at least give those of us who care about Gaia the chance to raise our voices in songs that possess melodies and momentum that provide that 'release' that rock and roll was born to facilitate. i don't give a whit for how 'clever' or 'manipulative' or 'contrived' MGMT may be. i care about what they catalyze in ME. and i really get lost in this song. Their guns couldn't see us There's a sea outside my door And one day I'll appreciate The rush of blood and the washed out beat of the shore |
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