This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
With these milky lips
We’re kissing violence
On these loving tongues
we burn up kings
Turn your fucking cheek
I’m gunna drive the knife through
Your stench of deceit
Before you get a chance to
Your sharp intellect
With crippling silence
Slip between the sheets
Stealthy compliance
Den of lying snakes
2 faced junky social mores
Mandrake concentrate
I’ll give you fucking sores
Shadow whisper breaking chalice
Burning candle blackened malice
Casting circles weeping callous (don’t get mad)
Voodoo pinning devil jealous (get even)
first light a fire
next wicked speak
burn singe the hair
vex seal with spit
I am your sweet regret
With protective shell
Gently drag you down
though this dirty hell
Blood brothers, narcissism
Duplicity isn’t new
spit sisters, egotism
Watch me while I throttle you
Full of frailty
Growing desperate
To insanity
Pervert flesh on a plate
Scream out treachery
Everyone likes to look
They just want to see you
Dancing on a meat hook
Dance of darkness beats
Spent words misconstrued
Under dermis seethes
Entertainment for the few
Mouth loaded with a gun
Trap door with vocal chords
God puppet beats a drum
Entertainment for the bored
Zombie doll with wings
Feasting on rot
Evil siren sings
cast the fat lot
Vulture rip away
Scavenging parasite
Full blown soul decay
Under the silver knife
We’re kissing violence
On these loving tongues
we burn up kings
Turn your fucking cheek
I’m gunna drive the knife through
Your stench of deceit
Before you get a chance to
Your sharp intellect
With crippling silence
Slip between the sheets
Stealthy compliance
Den of lying snakes
2 faced junky social mores
Mandrake concentrate
I’ll give you fucking sores
Shadow whisper breaking chalice
Burning candle blackened malice
Casting circles weeping callous (don’t get mad)
Voodoo pinning devil jealous (get even)
first light a fire
next wicked speak
burn singe the hair
vex seal with spit
I am your sweet regret
With protective shell
Gently drag you down
though this dirty hell
Blood brothers, narcissism
Duplicity isn’t new
spit sisters, egotism
Watch me while I throttle you
Full of frailty
Growing desperate
To insanity
Pervert flesh on a plate
Scream out treachery
Everyone likes to look
They just want to see you
Dancing on a meat hook
Dance of darkness beats
Spent words misconstrued
Under dermis seethes
Entertainment for the few
Mouth loaded with a gun
Trap door with vocal chords
God puppet beats a drum
Entertainment for the bored
Zombie doll with wings
Feasting on rot
Evil siren sings
cast the fat lot
Vulture rip away
Scavenging parasite
Full blown soul decay
Under the silver knife
Lyrics submitted by Garbage.Fairy
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This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Gentle Hour
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This song was originally written by a guy called Peter Gutteridge. He was one of the founders of the "Dunedin Sound" a musical scene in the south of New Zealand in the early 80s. From there it was covered by "The Clean" one of the early bands of that scene (he had originally been a member of in it's early days, writing a couple of their best early songs). The Dunedin sound, and the Clean became popular on american college radio in the mid to late 80s. I guess Yo La Tengo heard that version.
Great version of a great song,
No Surprises
Radiohead
Radiohead
Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. We're told to strive for some sort of ideal life, which includes getting a good job, being kind to everyone, finding a partner, getting married, having a couple kids, living in a quiet neighborhood in a nice big house, etc. But in Fitter, Happier the narrator(?) realizes that it's incredibly robotic to live this life. People are being used by those in power "like a pig in a cage on antibiotics"--being pacified with things like new phones and cool gadgets and houses while being sucked dry. On No Surprises, the narrator is realizing how this life is killing him slowly. In the video, his helmet is slowly filling up with water, drowning him. But he's so complacent with it. This is a good summary of the song. This boring, "perfect" life foisted upon us by some higher powers (not spiritual, but political, economic, etc. politicians and businessmen, perhaps) is not the way to live. But there is seemingly no way out but death. He'd rather die peacefully right now than live in this cage. While our lives are often shielded, we're in our own protective bubbles, or protective helmets like the one Thom wears, if we look a little harder we can see all the corruption, lies, manipulation, etc. that is going on in the world, often run by huge yet nearly invisible organizations, corporations, and 'leaders'. It's a very hopeless song because it reflects real life.
Magical
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
How would you describe the feeling of being in love? For Ed Sheeran, the word is “Magical.” in HIS three-minute album opener, he makes an attempt to capture the beauty and delicacy of true love with words. He describes the magic of it all over a bright Pop song produced by Aaron Dessner.
Avess_the strange, put on a pair of headphones, and listen closely, while it can be mistaken for violets, when you listen close, you can clearly hear violence.
This song isn't about a single act of revenge but a greater scale. They are talking more about anarchy, and social revolution. The witchcraft references the inquisition, fight the oppressors, the likes.
I'm sure DestroyX says "we're kissing violets" but this song fucking RULES. Sounds like witchcrafttt
Yeah it does seem a abit like witchcraft.
A relationship gone sour and the singer feels a curse is needed for revenge.
I LOVE ANGELSPIT! But that's not the point. This song to me is about someone dating some one else, and thier significant other cheated on them. so instead of getting mad, she wants to get even. so to give the song a new outlooks instead of seeming just like every other cheat/hate song, and ramble on about how much they hate the other, they add a satanic ritual feel too it.
I LOVE ANGELSPIT! But that's not the point. This song to me is about someone dating some one else, and thier significant other cheated on them. so instead of getting mad, she wants to get even. so to give the song a new outlooks instead of seeming just like every other cheat/hate song, and ramble on about how much they hate the other, they add a satanic ritual feel too it.
"Duplicity isn’t new"
I think this is the key line.
Notice the blatant reference to Christianity "Turn your fucking cheek"
Generally this is supposed to suggest humility, forgiveness, perhaps supplication. This act of humility, it might be hoped, serves to show your enemy the error in his ways. Let God 'whisper in his ear' in a sense.
But it also suggests that certain things must be 'left to God.' In this second vein one can see it as turning away from a situation that is slapping your proverbial face. Like when the TV is showing starving children in Africa or enslaved workers in China which might make us think twice about buying that diamond or ipod.
"With these milky lips We’re kissing violence On these loving tongues we burn up kings"
In our quest to satisfy the flesh--ironically considered secondary to the spirit in (much) modern Christian theology btw--we facilitate the violence that the satisfaction perpetrates. (I'll speak for America because that's what I know about the most. Though I'm sure Australia has its parallels.) Columbia and Mexican gangs murder each other and any inconvenient civilians for the privilege of supplying us with our drugs. Communist fascists enslave their people pushing them to suicide to supply us with our ipods, ipads, and ifucks.
This isn't Illuminati, this is all below the surface. Perfectly. Normal. Human. Nature.
"Turn your fucking cheek I’m gunna drive the knife through Your stench of deceit Before you get a chance to"
Notice the interrupt at the end? That's us. We've stopped listening. They aren't talking to some anonymous 'Other'--not some "Them" over there but US right here. We deceive ourselves with religion, our 'opiates' and yes, music. There is a frustration here, I think, because music is their (AS's) medium. They want to shout out the truth, drive a knife through this cloud of deceit but there is perhaps also a fear that they are contributing to it.
(Aside: I saw an interview with these guys on Youtube and the interview compared them to Lords of Acid (with songs like, 'Let me see your pussay'--which is fun for an escape but that's about it) and I got the sense that they were offended. I'm sure they aren't looking to shit where they eat but a lot of their songs are about the 'fad' direction goth/punk is heading. Back in the day punk was rebellious, yes, but it was also political, critical and uncompromising. There is a sense that that has been lost when people care about--for example--whether DestroyX is getting a little 'chubby'. I even saw a poster on youtube moan, 'I miss her!' in reference to her weight as if she'd gone somewhere. She wasn't this intelligent, amazing, powerhouse. She's just a collection of body parts subject to 'innocent' comments about her weight) Time for bed. Maybe I'll finish this. Probably not