| Aesop Rock – Drawbridge (feat. Doseone) Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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(continued) A.R. - Everybody rally 'round the novel burner, spit, murder the matches where the junkies trade diseases and the gullible trade passions. Now the masses wanna lean on me like 'oh captain my captain, not considering maybe this orphan hosts morbid attachments. D.O. - "Button button, who's got the button?" Take my name... please... leaks the little gentle man made of lightning inside my lockbox... Oh you like to help with coats... Wait until you see what I got in this here locket OUTRO |
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| Aesop Rock – Drawbridge (feat. Doseone) Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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(continued) A.R. - Everybody rally 'round the novel burner, spit, murder the matches where the junkies trade diseases and the gullible trade passions. Now the masses wanna lean on me like 'oh captain my captain, not considering maybe this orphan hosts morbid attachments. D.O. - "Button button, who's got the button?" Take my name... please... leaks the little gentle man made of lightning inside my lockbox... Oh you like to help with coats... Wait until you see what I got in this here locket OUTRO |
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| Aesop Rock – Drawbridge (feat. Doseone) Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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The REAL lyrics, as per "The Living Human Curiosity Sidewhow" book published by Aesop Rock, are: INTRO This is not your ordinary ballad with a perfect little bow around the middle and a black knight on a white horse or a white knight on a black horse. It's got all these tired parts where we don't even sing and random princess raise the drawbridge we don't serve your kind. It ends where it begins and the beginning isn't pretty, can't forget that not-so-perfect bow around the middle and it goes a little something like this. A.R. - Moon walking a broken sould pedigree incessant. Gut the cruddy frame. The zealouts enveloped inside the belly of the blame. Cutthroat's the result of pulp joke soaked in poacher constants, and not a jewel amidst coal wander prominent. Honor. I barter silk worms by the bucket like starter kits. Sew your first martyr stitch. Join damaged mammoth brigader caper. Nurse the tantrum with a fantasy chaser. I keep a spare wing strapped to my fuses in case the hackers snatch the plumage. D.O. - So you mean these things are worth money now drifting off this is the who you calling homeless mighty fearful twisted and tonight I got front row tickets to the dead concert and your in it, Ichabod. Running out of morals for my allegory...Moseying and my kind of people will sell only circles... with my eyes patched in a not so new universe so I beckon and bray but my pretty bird just ain't muting the many... A.R. - Oh it'll be soon. Balloon immune to doom blend. I ain't ditchin' the kitchen 'til every spoon bends. A Glance among tomorrow's sorry looking lot of hopefuls was the rain dance my little flint never dreamed would flutter potable. I sanitize nothing for the sake of contemporary taste, contemporary taste made my lip drop in the first place. Incoming. You wanna be a czar? Idolize fallen heroics, recognize root of the worship, search and hold it. Who put the fun in dysfunctional? I, prodigal son combustible. Donkey punchin' pinholes in uncomfortable Zen conjunctionals for good. The bear cubs slob a goblet of dirt wine. I nurse a sincle appreciation of introvert serpentine. D.O. - A sunset with out a scrape of red and plastic bag noise sunk down around his head sick. Sick sick... Stealing a peak... There's sickness in the roofer's eyes and his alone and nothing terrible happened to the bag... Wrongs spilled off in and brought out on the clouds the hiss cut's out spills its voice into me and the window full of star is fresh kept from where I'm going or the other only other way art. A.R. - I got charcoals in my heart, I got charcoals in my heart, I got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart. D.O. - And before when I said, "Shut the fuck up, it's none of your business," that was to be in vein... Be sure to lock that up when you're all finished... Finished yet? Uhh... Well, you see, I usually finish this number with... my skull open. |
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| 30 Seconds to Mars – Edge Of The Earth Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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I choose to believe all their songs are about the apocalypse. It makes a lot of sense if you think about it. Besides, I just love anything apocalyptic, so it enhances my satisfaction with the band. I watched an interview where Jared specifically said that they don't write songs about relationships, that many other people out there were doing that, and doing a real good job of it, and that they'd rather write about better things. See? The apocalypse! |
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| Prozack Staple – Behind Me Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| This one's my favorite because of the bluesy solos at the beginning. | |
| Pedro the Lion – Rapture Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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FakeEstate, you can't just write a vague, pretentious comment like that and expect people to understand what the hell you're talking about. Please, do explain to us heathens how contraception is "bad for you". |
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| Sunny Day Real Estate – Friday Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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I swear he says "that strips the mind's eye free" instead of "that strips the night I breathe" and then the same thing again later, only "that sent my mind's eye free" instead of what's written. I also notice some lines are omitted from this version. I'll try to figure them out I guess. |
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| Soul Coughing – Circles Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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The last half of the song seems to be about the breakup. "When the gas runs out, just wreck it, you insured the thing," is such an great lyric I think. It just describes the philosophy of a person who would rather walk out on a relationship (or anything) rather than fix a miniscule existing problem. |
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| Jethro Tull – Locomotive Breath Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| classicrockteen, you are awesome. Don't let anyone discourage you from good music. I'm merely 19 and I understand what it's like to be the only kid listening to Jethro Tull while driving to school. | |
| Sunny Day Real Estate – The Blankets Were The Stairs Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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This is an exerpt from a 1998 tour review, just a little factoid: I asked about astiocles. He said, "Astiocles is a secret Greek god... well we made him up. Actually when we were recording diary, I didn't have set lyrics a lot of the time. So when i was singing that song i didn't really know what i was singing. When we listened to it afterwards it sounded like i was saying 'astiocles so sideways'." ...oh yeah and when he (jeremy) was talking about astiocles he said, "yeah dan and i made up the story of him being a greek god that could drink up the sea. Eventually he was going to be a recurring character. Eventually the play would be out." He was joking about the play part, so don't ask him when it's coming out. ~brandon |
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| Sunny Day Real Estate – Pheurton Skeurto Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| Jeremy sure makes up a lot of words for song titles. | |
| Sunny Day Real Estate – Song About An Angel Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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The fact that Jeremy clearly states that the song is "About an Angel" in the title, points out to me that the song actually is not. I think this would be far too obvious a giveaway not to assume metaphor, and that seems more Jeremy's style anyway. I mostly agree with the above interepretations, but I only seek to combine them. The song is about a man's conversation with an angel, only this "angel" is a person (presumably female) who is either assuming this holy role or dubbed such simply by contrast. I agree with Bird On A Wire that the screams seem really desparate, haunting, and beautiful, especially, "Although you hit me hard, I come back," as mentioned by liddy001. I don't have much to add to this page, but it seems to me that the angel believes the key to enlightenment is to embrace love for your fellow man, instead of being a self-martyr, "married to your pain". No matter how little resolution the angel offers, or how brutally honest the judgments were, the man comes back, calling out in desparation. The angel "halos [his/her] soul" by not interfering in the man's own personal and spiritual growth. The man sees himself as "Running behind," which I assume is in the race to find God and salvation before death, because his next concern is, "Which one will I face?" as in heaven or hell. The only thing holding the man back from his own happiness and salvation is his own fear and misunderstanding. Every time life gets hard for the man, he embraces the fall, giving up. The angel and the man both know that the world is full of discomfort, but the angel understands that the bad part of life is necessary. |
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| Sunny Day Real Estate – The Prophet Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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This song is amazing. I couldn't even begin to describe. I can't say I know too much about the meaning of this song. I believe it was intended to be rather subjective anyway. The thing that I did notice was that it showed some interesting parallels to the philosophy represented in the book "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran. Some of the snapshots Jeremy uses remind me of the story as well. I cannot say if this was intentional, or if the song is even remotely related, but taking notice to the folklore involved in some of their songs (Grendel being an example) I figured there was always a possibility. |
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| Sunny Day Real Estate – 8 Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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This is my favorite SDRE song of all the albums (This week anyway. lol). I cannot identify with Jeremy enough to confidently interpret his songs, but I can recognize and appreciate the artful qualities in his lyrics. The imagery he uses in this song is entrapping. The first impression I got of the song (note, this isn't a well-thought analysis, if I actually break it down systematically, I'll be back) was that he is either speaking directly about war, or using war as a metaphor to parallel a situation in his life. The stance of the song suggests passive boycott and an enlightened notion and tolerance for both sides of the battle, meanwhile capturing the serenity experienced following this epiphany. The line, "Which lie do you own? Which lie do you own?" suggests the fallable psychology and propaganda, if you will, each side uses as its platform for war. Speaking of the "thin line greased" implies that the differences between the two people(s) is very subtle or trivial. Talking about fingers staining his gold could mean that he, either through his humanity, disillusionment, or interference, always seems to taint his gains from disputes. "When lines divide," the speaker "walks away," meaning that when the skirmage begins to show, he removes himself from the situation in protest of the violence. "Hollow victory" tells us that the author does not see legitimate gain from the violence, most likely from a spiritual standpoint. The song resolves with the personal declaration that the speaker cannot cast judgements upon the assailants, for they are all in the same in the eyes of God. If anyone has anything to add or change to this, it would be appreciated, for I am no genius when it comes to this. |
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| Sunny Day Real Estate – Theo B Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| This is such a great song. It's a shame that there are no official lyrics, because, as you can see, these two transcriptions are very different, and considerably flawed. One cannot interpret the song until there is a consensus to the words he is singing. | |
| Tool – Merkaba Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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DeviouZ made a good point, but to expand, I suggest everyone who doesn't think that Tool is into the "occult" read the personal bios (specifically Maynard and Danny) on their official site, listed below. http://www.toolband.com/identity/bio/main.html I'm sorry about your loss, dontpanic42. If you still want to be a Tool fan, I'm sure you're welcome. This song is about experiencing the peace and clarity of enlightenment or transgression. Plain and simple. |
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| Jethro Tull – Locomotive Breath Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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This is what was listed at Cup of Wonder, a great Tull fansite: * "'Locomotive Breath' is another song about dying, but it's not so serious as 'Slipstream'. It's an analogy of the unending train journey of life; you can't stop, you've got to stagger on. But it's not that serious. All of the songs have an element of humour, and sometimes pure silliness". * Ian Anderson in Disc and Music Echo, 20th March 1971 * This song is about modern man ("the all-time loser"), who can hardly keep up with the pace of life in our society ("locomotive breath"). He suffers from all kinds of desillusions, alienation and solitude, cannot get hold of his own life and in the end resorts to religion: "he picks up Gideons Bible, open at page one", in the hope to find a solution. The verseline "The train won't stop going, no way to slow down" symbolizes his/our life that goes on and on without a pause until we inevitably die. At this place in the bible one will find the book of Genesis in which is described how the universe, the world and all living beings on it were created. Roland Tarmo points out that "old Charlie" is a reference to Charles Darwin and his evolution theory, that offered a scientific alternative for the unconditional belief in creation as worded in Genesis, thus questioning the self-evidentness of this belief. In other words: he "stole the handle", that for centuries had defined men's position. I assume that "the all-time winner" refers to God. "Gideon" is the organisation that aims at spreading the Bible by having it placed in public buildings like hotels. * Jan Voorbij |
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