| The Twilight Sad – Alphabet Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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"So sick to death of this" should be "So sick to death of the sight of you now", in every instance, it's a little easier to hear in the acoustic version. Still can't figure out the line "Cause you are the ?", could be "you will be all mine". I'm pretty sure the next lines are: "the one that all the eyes would chase, you're just the right height, struggling as always". I haven't been able to find a transcription that has worked it out completely though. |
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| Sunset Rubdown – A Day In The Graveyard II Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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It's entirely possible that Heraclea is Jewish. Many Jewish people avoid writing the word "God" out of respect. As to the song, I got a similar interpretation as MountWrocial. I took the line "if you could make another one of you then you wouldn't give the other one to me" as just an obtuse way of saying the narrator and the person he's singing to would not really work in a relationship. |
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| Voxtrot – The Warmest Part of the Winter Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| I've listened to that part again, and I'm casting my vote for "I am uneasy" | |
| Halo Benders – Don't Touch My Bikini Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Not too bad a job. A few minor mistakes that I noticed: "You dextreat me" should be "Or dutch-treat me". "You can pull me" should be "You can fold me". "Keep watching you graffiti" should be "Keep watch when you graffiti". "Sending meeting" should be "Sunday meeting". Otherwise, good job, it's not the easiest to pick out lyrics with two singers. |
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| Ugly Casanova – Barnacles Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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I hear that part of the song a little differently. I think it goes more like this: "Buried in a boy's, in a boy's first book of the stars. Saw it, a satellite, Constant unblinking eyes, Buried at the bottom of the bottom of a brackish lake." I agree with Snevik, that part just brings up great memories. |
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| The Russian Futurists – Your Life On Magnetic Tape Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| I always took this song as him hearing a song he wrote for a girl and missing her because of it. That's the "symphony of sounds you can't escape"... | |
| The Microphones – Spy Cameras Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| Great song... I see it as Phil's view of the entertainment industry, told as almost a cautionary tale to someone just entering it (possibly his wife?). I love the line "think about what you really love", shows how he wants to just play music and not worry about the politics of it... | |
| The Microphones – The Moon Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| interesting, MysteryGirl. I always took that line to mean him remembering only the positive side of his memories, showing that by taking out the ugly urban sprawl from his memories. His dreams take place in an idealized world, rather than reality. | |
| The Microphones – The Moon Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| BTW, the line "I went back to wipe it clean" is not as literal as many people think. I think it refers more to Phil closing the chapter of his life, "wiping the slate clean" so to speak. | |
| The Microphones – Drums That No One Plays Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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i believe the line is "over water, a hurricane child", even if that still doesn't make sense. Also, the full title is "Drums That No One Played / El Nino" |
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| The Microphones – The Moon Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| in answer to thomas doyle, it is deliberately placed low in the mix. Listen to the album Loveless by My Bloody Valentine, it's a similar concept. The vocals are almost used more as another instrument, rather than overpowering the music. | |
| The Microphones – I Want Wind To Blow Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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I just have a few corrections to the lyrics, I read them more like this: The thunder clouds broke up, And the rain dried up, The lightning let up, The clacking shutters just shut up. There’s no black or white, No change in the light, No night, no golden sun. The sound of cars, The smell of bars, The awful feeling of electric heat. And the fluorescent lights, There’s sacrifice, There’s hard feelings, There’s pointless waste. I want wind to blow My clothes off me, Sweep me off my feet, Take me up and bring me back. Oh, where I can see Days pass by me, I have no head to hold in grief. There’s no hope for me, I’ve been set free. There’s no breeze, There’s no ship on my sea. |
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