| Tanya Donelly – Darkside Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| I see this song metaphorically, when you meet The Beloved, as Rumi would have called "the supernatural one" who falls into our state of grace. It does cause the soul to flame, like a sunburn indeed! | |
| Cass McCombs – Not The Way Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| grr I know these people, who dont know "that's not the way to make friends". they are quick to criticize. Love the mellow simmering nature of this song with the raw riffs building up to the refrain. | |
| The Velvet Underground – I'm Set Free Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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just ending a platonic friendship with a domineering person as I write this, and I do indeed feel set free to find a new illusion. Everything is illusion, after all. Things come to be, and then they pass. when your third eye opens, you do see yourself as if from above your body, "head laughing on the ground". yo la tengo does a beautiful cover of this song btw. |
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| Thom Yorke – Black Swan Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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http://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Black_swan tells us: "A black swan is an unpredictable, rare, but nevertheless high impact event. " The relationship is a dead horse and there is no point in kickstarting it (flogging a dead horse...) However, Thom sweeps in as a Black Swan--hits the reset button. The changes incurred by a Black Swan fuck everything up....your Gestalt is disintegrated, and all components are just "spare parts." Live for the tangible, what you can touch. |
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| The Silver Jews – Black and Brown Blues Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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I take this song in the light of my own struggle with the alienation that comes from living with Bipolar Disorder. I have no idea if Berman is bipolar or anything, but this is how it speaks to me: Baby let's get dressed up I got two pairs of shoes (he's feeling good, a high roller with TWO pairs of shoes, woohoo!) Darling you look so beautiful when your hair's all hung in jewels (she's gorgeous so there's a lot of stress about making a good impression on her and that triggers anxiety and indecision.) and sometimes I find it really hard to choose between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes (you know the old routine of dating someone indecisive: "i dunno, what do you wanna do"...this guy is like that even about which shoes to wear. This makes me feel very wistful and sorry for him yet dismissive at the same time.) When I'm high on batwings up by the silvery moon (a bipolar manic episode) I think of a certain sad eyed king trapped in his golden room (when you're manic, it seems like everything you touch turns to gold like King Midas...) and I dream of a cold river on the way to come and sweep that king into this black and brown bay (...but you know that ultimately, it's no good and you're going to crash back down into normal-to-depressed, like King Midas getting doused in the cold river in order to be able to relate to his loved ones again.) Well the water looks like jewelry when it's coming out the spout (I love Berman's haiku-like poetry. He takes something so ordinary and turns it into a jewel.) and nothing could make me feel better than a wet kiss on the mouth (alienation and loneliness follow a lack of masterful living.) Fake I.D.'s and honeybees (peer pressure. Bees live for collective, not for themselves.) the jagged skyline of car keys I never knew the bird could fly so low (driving a T-bird? a grounded god, in a sense, Thunderbird was a great Spirit Guide for Native Americans.) Rub out the catlight, rub out the village (the mood crashes into bipolar dysphoria and loathing...) red and white exit light NEXT EXIT IS 'DAMAGED' (this is how I understand this line. I think it's saying, look up ahead there's the signpost but instead of it saying the twilight zone, it says welcome to being damaged goods, buddy!) Why don't people think of who they use? (Their mindless cruelty damages sensitive souls.) Why don't you try and come and get me: Black and Brown Blues (Anger about this injustice makes him taunt the bipolar blues, bring it on, brain chemistry!) It's raining triple sec in CHULA and the radio plays "Crazy Train" (a lost weekend of binge drinking in Mexico) there's a quadroon ball in the beehive hanging out in the rain (he's watching all the drones dance from the outside, where it's raining and dreary. He thinks of them as mindless insects, yet longs for the community they enjoy that he is ostracized from. He'd like to come in out of the rain, but he's too different from them.) and when there's trouble I dont like running (he doesn't fancy himself a coward) but I'm afraid I got more in common (clever use of the idiom "i'm afraid" in this context of claiming not to be a coward) with who I was than who I am becoming (when you're bipolar, you are never sure which "you" you get to be on a given day, and you get stuck in the residue of your previous mental state. You think that however you feel at the moment is how you will feel forever.) When I go downtown (heading back into depression) I always wear a corduroy suit cause it's made of a hundred gutters that the rain can run right through (camouflage: trying to become invisible in a nondescript suit so that all the slights he must bear run right through him like rain thru the gutters. The word "gutters" gives a very low self esteem feeling.) but a lonely man can't make a move if he can't even bring himself to choose between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes (how can he even begin to live with vitality if he can trip up on such a mundane issue? and so he stays paralyzed with loneliness and social anxiety.) |
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| Modest Mouse – Broke Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Broke account so I broke a sweat (Overdrawn! Oh no!) I've bought some things that I sort of regret about now (I'm broke now that I went on a spending binge, shit, I 'll have to face the consequences including possibly yet another argument about my "fiscal irresponsibility".) Broke your glasses, but it broke the ice (How we met: I stumble into you, breaking your glasses and giving us something to talk about...) You said that I was an asshole and I'd pay the price (What an auspicious beginning! probably a lot like what you said to me at the end of the relationship, too.) Broken hearts want broken necks (yep, it ended with a fight and threats of violence.) I've done some things that I want to forget but I can't (when someone pushes my buttons, i acted even worse than i really wanted to, and I feel crappy about it and wonder who am I that could have done that???) Broke my pace and ran out of time (When running the distance on foot or in a relationship, you have to pace yourself or you will either burn all your energy or else go too slow and run out of time...i wanted to stay focused, but got distracted by all the fighting.) Sometimes I'm so full of shit that it should be a crime (Again, when buttons are pushed, I resort to childish shitstorming that I don't even respect in myself, dammit! and i see how i contribute to the constant bickering, yet cant seem to stop myself.) Broke a promise because my car broke down (and made me miss our date...further pissing you off with even more of my "irresponsibility" in your eyes.) Such a classic excuse, it should be bronzed by now (I hate it when the truth sounds so lame that I can't even believe I'm using it as an excuse! it should be bronzed like my baby shoes over there on the mantel, it's a friggin' relic!) Broke up, and I'm relieved somehow It's the end of the discussions that just go round and round (It was a crappy relationship where all we did was argue the same dull points endlessly...I'm glad to be freed to move forward now that I smashed the relationship. Someone had to put it out of our misery!) And round, and round, and round, and round And round, and round, it shouldn't have been anyway (It started poorly with you calling me an asshole, and now that's played out to its logical conclusion: a break up.) No way, no way, that's right, that's right (give up, I'm right about this, we were never meant to be.) Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh no, no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh no, no It was like everything was evidence of broken time (Broken time, like a broken record, repeating and repeating, not ticking ahead into the future. I should have seen this coming. Why did I waste all that time with you???) You're living on fancy wine (You can't survive much less think clearly when you fill yourself with show-offy intoxicants. You're not fooling me.) You'll drink that turpentine (You'll hold your nose and swallow horrible tasting bullshit, that's how much in denial you are!) You're starting conversations You don't even know the topic (this is how those round and round arguments start, with you spouting nonsense! Good riddance!) I agree with an earlier poster, this song is as much about the wordplay of all the means and ways a person can be broke, broken, broken up, or capable of breaking down other people. |
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| Modest Mouse – 3rd Planet Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| I get the image of a wooden torch dipped in pitch and set aflame. A heart that is wooden, yet firey. | |
| Modest Mouse – 3rd Planet Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| "baby cum angels" makes me think of an alex gray painting of intercourse and there are souls all around them, attracted to the energy of the reproductive act of love, choosing their parents as stated in the Tibetan Book of the Dead. | |
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