| St. Vincent – The Apocalypse Song Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I'm wondering if "And deny me my body and all earthly delights" means she wouldn't want to live in an afterlife where we wouldn't have our bodies and we'd be just like floating spirits or something (which is what some people believe will happen in heaven. I personally DO believe in an afterlife, but one where we have the same bodies as we do now, just better, "made perfect"). Anyway, I don't know if that interpretation is accurate, considering the previous line "You wake with the stitches over both your eyes" signifies an afterlife WITH bodies, but imperfect ones (hence the stitches). But then again the stitches could be purely metaphoric. Maybe this line: "I guess you are afraid of what everyone is made of" could be her speaking to God, saying that not everyone thinks this afterlife is so great, some people preferred life on earth and that alone; she'd rather die than live in this so-called heaven. Okay, I think I'm wrong now. I don't think I can be right if "give me little death" means give me sex/an orgasm. Unless she wanted it to have both meanings? |
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| Andrew Bird – Banking on a Myth Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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i think that "go fig your..." means both "go figure" AND "go figure, your" it's kinda like: "I love you love me" where you use one word (or in this case, part of a word "ure") instead of using both. does that make sense? |
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| Regina Spektor – Consequence of Sounds Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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i'm reposting the above lyrics w/my own corrections in caps (& without the chorus to save room): *** My rhyme ain't good just yet, My brain and tongue just met, And they ain't friends, so far, My words don’t travel far, They tangle in my hair, And tend to go nowhere, They grow right back inside, Right past my brain and eyes Into my stomach juice Where they don’t serve MUCH USE, NO HEALTHY calories, nutrition values. And I absorb back in The words right through my skin They sit there festering inside my bowels chorus Got a soundtrack in my mind, All the time. Kids- Screamin' from too much beat up And they don't even rhyme, They just stand there, on a street corner, Skin tucked in And meat side out and shot and I’d like to turn them down But there ain't no knob (Run?) into picket fences Not into picket lines All this hippie-shit's for the 60's And another cliché for our time. But, what if one of these days your heart Will just stop ticking, And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking. chorus Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah Did you know that the gravedigger's still Gettin' stuck in the machine Even though it's a whole other daydream. It's another town, it's another world, Where the kids all sleep, AND the loans are paid And the lawns are mowed. Whad'ya think? All the gravediggers were gone? Just cause one song is done There’s always another one, Waiting right around the bend, Till this one ends, Then it begins Squeaky clean, AND it starts all over again. The weather report keeps on Tossing and turning, Predicting and warning, And warning and warning of, Possible LEAKAGE FOR news publications and, Possible LEAKAGE FOR news TV stations. That Very same morning right next to her coffee She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing THE National Geographic was being too graphic, When all she had wanted to know was the traffic “The worlds got a nosebleed,” it said “And we’re flooding, but we keep on cutting The trees and the forests!” And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV, Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder. And no one’s the killer and no one’s the martyr The world that has made us can no longer contain us And PROPHETS are silent then rotting away 'cause chorus Ah ah… My rhyme ain't good just yet, My brain and tongue just met, And they ain't friends, so far, My words don't travel far, They tangle in my hair, And tend to go nowhere, They grow right back inside, Right past my brain and eyes Into my stomach juice Where they don't serve MUCH USE, NO HEALTHY calories, nutrition values. And I absorb back in The words right through my skin They sit there festering inside my bowels chorus *** not claiming they're perfect, but it's closer to accurate than the above... just want to do justice to regina's art... do check out www.reginaspektor.net ; you can hear live recordings there. |
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| Regina Spektor – Samson Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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I made a few corrections to the posted lyrics. Sorry if there are still a few mistakes: You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth I have to go, I have to go Your hair was long when we first met Samson went back to bed Not much hair left on his head He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed And history books forgot about us and the Bible didn't mention us And the Bible didn't mention us, not even once You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the stars came falling on our heads But they're just old light, they're just old light Your hair was long when we first met Samson came to my bed, told me that my hair was red, told me I was beautiful, and came into my bed Oh, I cut his hair myself one night A pair of dull scissors and the yellow light And he told me that I'd done alright and kissed me till the morning light the morning light and he kissed me till the morning light Samson went back to bed Not much hair left on his head Ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down Yeah, we couldn't destroy a single one And history books forgot about us and the Bible didn't mention us, not even once You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first |
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| Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Mysteries Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| some of their songs are self-explanatory, like this one. and then their other songs are like "WHAT????" | |
| Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Cheated Hearts Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| okay, but how does the "bigger than the sound" part fit into any of those interpretations? | |
| Regina Spektor – Chemo Limo Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| meathoof knows what he's talking about. To be more specific about the end: the way she depicts her children is just her reflection of the present with the knowledge that she might die. she speaks of the first 3 with affection, but by the last child, she's sharing her fear of never seeing them (or her mother) again. | |
| Regina Spektor – The Flowers Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| I love this song because 1) it's minimalistic (it gets the message across with minimal thoughts/ideas) and 2) I can relate. It's about keeping things merely to hold on to the memory behind them, but allowing them to paralyze you. | |
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