You're not bloody swab paradise
You're golden stars licked to stick
A world with frogs and magic tricks
Floating logs and scissor kicks
And lemonade and sweaty sex
Hug me like I gave you checks
You kiss me like the upper crust
Tell me things to make me blush
Champagne bottle
Bon voyage
A souvenir garage
A melody to make me smile
Not that you've been gone a while
A purple medal eighth place
Backlit in a trophy case
Sign that says "For little Ace"
Supportive like an ankle brace
Not bloody cotton swabs and lies
Stolen checks and empty eyes
You're a county fair in July
Canadian field of wild rye
You kiss me like potted plants
Bite me like fire ants
Touch me like an old stamp
Olive oil and seven lamps
Not stolen cash I'll pay you back
Bloody paradise attack
Your Sunday at the puppy track
Time to take the long way back
Sweet as the apple of Peru
The inklings of the Eastern Sioux
Not bloody cotton swabs and lies
Stolen checks and empty eyes
But rather

You are the blood
Flowing through my fingers
[That's what I meant to say
Blood in my fingertips
I couldn't tell you that it's the other way]
All through the soil and up in those trees
[You are the blood that I may see you
That I see you
You're the blood in me
You're on earth though]

Girl you wake me to the smell of butter
Sunlight shone through wooden shutters
Naked sex and cuffed breast
Early morning back to test
Pouring rain and rubber suit
Cotton socks and rubber boots
I sprint across the parking lot
Cause that day we were unprepared
Dried our socks and on the stairs
Sound of rain is rain in gutters
Lightning seven seconds thunder
A mild snack late evening hunger
DVDs and VCRs
Fish tanks and jelly jars
The storm passes the room ours
The summer times and you move
Safety belt in summer cars
Lightning bugs to die in jars
The air conditioner saving grace
Grass stains and flushed face
Refreshing like a glass of milk
Your shaven legs were like silk
You kiss me like a bon voyage
A secret souvenir collage
Overalls and water parks
T-tops and baby sharks
Dragon rolls and frozen juice
Making out in photo booths
A lovely Saturday night alone
Full of films and baking pies
Not cotton swabs and bloody lies
I'll pay you back in plastic eyes

You are the blood
Flowing through my fingers
All through the soil
Through those trees

Lyrics submitted by mctaggey

Blood Pt 2 song meanings
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  • +1
    General Commenti love the way the lines "you kiss me like potted plants, bite me like fire ants" sound. anyone have any idea what they could mean?
    elec_trickon July 27, 2009   Link
  • +1
    General CommentWhat did buck 65 do in this song? Mix it?

    Isn't Serengeti rapping and isn't the other vocal part sufjan?

    I don't know what the song means, but every time I listen to it I wish it would go on longer.
    It's kind of, I guess, to me, this dark train of thought love song. Just this stream of consciousness about this girl.

    I didn't think about the AIDS thing.
    theseaoceanon November 23, 2009   Link
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    General CommentI agree with chelita83 however i dont see this as a sad song about the girl leaving or dying. I think he's just trying to say that she is his escape from his past life of drug abuse. She is loving and supportive and fun and perfect, and nothing like the "bloody cotton swabs and lies, Stolen checks and empty eyes" that haunt him.
    foofarooon March 14, 2010   Link
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    My InterpretationThe first verse is about disproving the stereotype of people who are HIV positive. Someone he loves, probably a girlfriend, is *not* a drug addict or a prostitute: "Not bloody cotton swabs and lies
    Stolen checks and empty eyes". Instead she's all of the beautiful things that he loves about life, eg. "You're a county fair in July, Canadian field of wild rye".
    The second verse is a continuation of that, possibly remembering her after she passed.
    iconicplatonicon January 01, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis song is amazing. I have no idea what it means. The first verse seems to be something about leaving someone behind, maybe a child? I don't know, I feel like the "checks" he keeps referring to are about child support, but that's probably totally off-base. And then the second verse is something about a girl that he left. The line that really sticks out to me in this song is "Lightning bugs to die in jars." The whole song is eerie and really well-done. It doesn't ruin the Sufjan version, which I was afraid it might, it just adds on to it.
    carlosthedwarfon April 24, 2009   Link
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    General CommentLyrically this is amazing. The second part particularly gets me, not sure why. It seems to be recalling two particularly perfect days he spent with his girl.

    One, she woke him with breakfast, they got caught in a storm, went home dried out and watched films.

    Then 'The summer times and you move' and all the things the got up to before she left, the "Goodbye Sex" - 'Grass stains and flushed face, Refreshing like a glass of milk, Your shaven legs were like silk, You kiss me like a bon voyage' going to a water park and 'Making out in photo booths, A lovely Saturday night alone'

    The line 'Not cotton swabs and bloody lies' seems to hint at medical testing, but I don't know what the "bloody lies" could be.
    selfishisgorgeouson April 27, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Comment
    Being that the song was written for an HIV benefit album, I think it's about a guy talking to his girlfriend who is infected. He's like reassuring her that she is wonderful, and he doesn't see her as dirty and infected, in the first verse.
    The second verse is about all his memories of her and the time he spent with her, maybe after she has died or is dying.
    You're right though, it's an awesome song.
    mrroper68on April 28, 2009   Link
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    General CommentThis seems to me to be more about addiction (probably heroin, since there's a lot of references to injections, blood, cotton swabs, etc). I say addiction and not AIDS because he's also talking about stolen checks, lies, and empty eyes, all phenomenon that accompany an addict. But there are also good memories together, since addicts are often two people: the person you love(d), and the empty-eyed addict who lies and steals your things to get another fix.
    chelita83on June 02, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Comment'checks' should be 'cheques'
    ASatisfiedMindon June 04, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Commentjust all the things that make you love someone. it doesn't have to make sense to us
    elec_trickon May 23, 2010   Link

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