| Peter Bjorn and John – Objects of My Affection Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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A lot of users seem to think this reflection the singer is having comes from a breakup. I'm not sure there needs to be an 'event' in the way. I recently had an experience where I heard a song that I liked in art school, which is a long time ago from now. The whole first 2/3rds of the song and especially the chorus reverberated. Was I more happier then than now? |
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| Trooper – We're Here For A Good Time Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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WhenI worked at a restaurant as a kid, an aussie chef used to get really angry when this song came on. "You don't know what it REALLY means, people don't know what it f***en means, they think its so f***en happy but its NOT!!", he'd claim, almost to the point he'd cry. When we'd ask what, he'd turn a shade of red, like he was ready to murder us with the chef's knife he was holding, and he'd yell, "What the f***! Don't make me repeat it you stupid f***en child!". It was at this point we have up, but I still don't know what this could possibly mean... |
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| Einstürzende Neubauten – Sie Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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Here you go, in english, As I read it again in English, its pretty obvious its about the eastern block countries. ======== Late at night, early morning No light Only that from the ruins still glowing on the Raised ground at the back. She: False image not my features Chimera from a thousand years and one night Were not many consumed Strides down the heap of by her blinding sunwheel of power? Rubble: but I did get her ruins Safely over and done with Visibly exhausted, but not Injured: Even if she never fell Only those who fell for her Arrives at the bottom: I left her - Nearly loses her balance: not deluded Not a clue where to look Only hope-staring eyes Red dawn sky on the eastern horizon Goes with conviction in this direction. A tallish wall, Along it: resembling me this picture In a traced outline She was ideal and many had been Struck by her Breach Hard back light in the glow of her once incomparable figure It did something to many But then got right out of shape She proceeds: I leave her - deluded The wall decreases in size, eventually Disappears but continues underground. (no subterranean light) Midday A black block bearing an idol modelled after Her, a weapon worked in as part of the neck; Beside it a control post next to a red-bordered Poster. She stops and looks at it: Beneath the wild scratches of a pen I seem to see my own face In the light of the press She realizes this is an illusion. The idol melts, the block crumbles into Countless little fragments. She turns around and goes: Evening I am leaving her - deluded The monday ballet My idealized profile She, in the crowd, a scissor-cut silhouette in flag cloth Unrecognized: through the hole in a banner The crowd seemingly Hope-staring at the sunrise On the western horizon I am leaving her - not deluded Sunset It is not here what I unflaggingly seek And it is not nowhere - then anywhere Night, absolute darkness Field of tombs She fumbles her way through: Various corpus delicti, strewn over the path as Stumbling blocks and snares, on the whole Completely unrecognizable - mutilated or Rapidly decaying. Phantasmagorias which randomly Flare up: (any similarity with her is accidental and Unintentional). men badly disguised as women With heavily painted lips beneath their beards. Blue or green guerrilla combat eye shadow. Some carrying rifles, following an old habit, Aiming up into the black sky, shooting colou- Red, stupid birds. others smiling idiot-proof at The flower in the barrel. A couch Orgon accumulators. Joan baez. Wild and howling come-on-tators in sacrificial Lamb dessous en gros and in a pack. Spirits of the orphaned ghosts of europe- Haunting spectres. Universal know-all do-gooder ideas. An answering machine for final requests as a Self-firing device. Stool And at last, for the last time, a hedge of bur- Ning bushes - light from the burning hedge - Chanting the old litany: iamthatiamthatiamthatiam... Walks past. Inclination I am leaving them - not deluded After the hedge has completely burnt down There only remains Grey twilight Of uncertain origin, from somewhere from Back and beyond. It is not here what I unflaggingly seek Descends the hill: it is not elsewhere - so nowhere - |
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| Einstürzende Neubauten – Sie Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| This song is about the transformation of communist eastern (East Germany maybe in particular) block countries to democracies. The key image that leads me this way is the lyric about a flag with a hole cut in it. I believe that protestors cut out the hammer and sickle in their flags. | |
| Ministry – Stigmata Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| On the live version, I've always heard it as , 'You've run out of life', instead of lies. Makes the song a hell of a lot darker. | |
| Psychic TV – White Nights Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| Song about Jim Jones. Various phrases are taken from the 'death tape'. A "White Night' at jonestown was given to nights when they would practice responding to an invasion or committing suicide. | |
| Psychic TV – Always Is Always Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| This is a Charles Manson song, I can't find the video now, but if you come across his women singing this in a taunting way in court, its kinda chilling listening to this version. | |
| Tom Waits – Flash Pan Hunter Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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"As the vulture flutters down As the snake sheds his dove Wilhelm's cutting off his fingers So they'll fit into his glove" Such great imagery. One of my favorite lyrics of all time. |
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| The Pogues – Fairytale Of New York Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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I always take the space between the insult passage and the 'makeup passage' as an incident of violence. I picture the man having just struck her, then telling her, "I could have been someone". Which she replies 'So could anyone'. What amazes me about the lyric though, regardless or not about whether there was any violence, is how in 8 lines, you go from accusal to reconciliation. |
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