| Feist – Sea Lion Woman Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| anyone know the time signature? i can't tell whether it's 8/8 or 7/8 | |
| Iron & Wine – A History of Lovers Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Holy hell. The lyrics are inside the album jacket. They're not these. Correct lyrics as follows: Louise only got from me innocent poetry Although she played to not listen But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else Ever could offer the same Some say she knowingly tastes like a recipe All those so foolish and willing I said, "Babe, I can picture you bend as if wanting to Bow as the curtain goes down" Cuddle some men, they'll remember you bitterly Fuck 'em, they'll come back for more I asked my Louise, would she leave and so, cripple me Then came a knock at the door I came for my woman, he came with a razor blade Bound like us all for the ocean I hope that she's happy, I'm blamed for the death Of a man who would take her from me Some say they saw in me innocent poetry Some say they'll never be certain But still it's been written, a history of lovers In giving, and taking, and ink Cuddle some men, they'll remember you fittingly Cut 'em, they'll come back for more I asked my Louise, would she leave and so, cripple me Then came the knock at the door Louise came to rescue me, missing the irony Blood made her heart change its beating I hope that she's happy, I'm blamed for the death Of a man she found better than me |
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| Bright Eyes – A Scale, a Mirror, and Those Indifferent Clocks Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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This song is about the disillusionment upon the realization that the universe is not as infinite as you think it is. At least, we can't experience all of it. "Here is a scale, weigh it out" The scale is his recurring symbol for using hard logic to solve problems. The remainder of the song is the results of his logical contemplation. "These colors you see were picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty." As humans, we can only see colors in a certain range. Any light above or below a certain wavelength is impossible for us to percieve. In fact, our entire notion of "color" is related to the fact that there are only a few different basic colors that humans identify. Had we keener eyesight, or different rods or cones in our eyes, we'd percieve color in a completely different way. (The 'absolute concept of beauty.') "They are smeared and these blurs come in random order to color the eyes of your former lover." Light is reflected in ranges. Very rarely is a solid shade reflected. Hence the blur. The "random order" may be a reference to the randomness inherent in genetics, or maybe just their impermanence in general. That would support the difference later on - "hers were green like July, _except_ when she cried - they were red." "And I know a disease that these doctors can't treat" Medical science is far from perfect, and will never be able to give someone like Conor back his innocence. "All that you see is a mirror, and a mirror is all it can be - a reflection of something we're missing." Anything you can see is just light reflecting (hence mirror). More specifically, light of every shade is absorbed by an object (the object gets to 'keep' these shades), but reflects a certain range. In other words, what you see is the shades that an object lacks. A reflection of something it is missing. "And language just happened, it was never planned, and it's inadequate to describe where I am." Language basically _did_ just happen. A series of audible sounds turned into signals for hunting, and later, for more abstract concepts - the kind a hunting language was never meant to convey. Compounding that fact is that a word has a different meaning to every person who knows it. We have our own private dialects, some of which are so divergent it's a wonder their owners can speak at all. "These clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore everything that we hate or adore. Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more." And time can be slowed, but never stopped, and it surely doesn't give a damn about your problems. It just keeps on going, and piling on the entropy. "So tell me then, what was it for? Oh, tell me, what was it for?" Back to the main meaning of the song - Conor trying his best to incorporate his new knowledge into his view of the universe. He internalizes it best he can, but can't shake the depression that too often comes with the realization of scientific truth. This preoccupation with the future, and later, the end of the world, would be a frequent topic of his throughout his body of work. |
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