| Tool – Schism Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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thanks 'babyeater' for your comments; "This is a love song. Just... a love that's been lost. The speaker seems to recognize why the relationship has fallen apart, but he's still just bitching and moaning." hmm. do you even like tool? |
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| Augie March – One Crowded Hour Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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mm i agree with the foolish teen love pregnant notion... here's a few more ideas. tell me what you think: "They put me in a cage full of lions, I learned to speak lion In fact I know the language well..." He was thrusted into a frightening situation, in which he could not escape, but concurrently learnt to deal with as it consumed his life. "...I picked it up while I was versing myself in the languages they speak in hell" he had already felt such torment and dealt with it similarly from experience... in other words, hell consumed his life. an early line: "if love is a bolt from the blue, then what is that bolt but a glorified screw? and that doesn't hold nothing together" screw is a pun- a twist on love being a 'bolt' but also meaning sex (which should never have had such significance- but the conception made it so) in effect- love- a bolt should be firm, stable, strong and supporting- yet this 'screw' as sung, doesn't hold anything together (cannot hold together the fleeting relationship, let alone a family) |
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| Soundgarden – Fell on Black Days Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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| Foo Fighters – All My Life Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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literally. straight up. it IS about cunnilingus. it's got nothing to do with drugs. dave grohl said it himself. case closed people, case closed. |
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| The Mountain Goats – This Year Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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It’s a real pity no one can spell these days. If you want to read it more fluently, read this: I broke free on a Saturday morning I put the pedal to the floor headed north on mills avenue and listened to the engine roar my broken house behind me and good things ahead a girl named Cathy wants a little of my time six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking aha! listen to the engine whine i am going to make it through this year if it kills me i am going to make it though this year if it kills me i played video games in a drunken haze i was seventeen years young hurt my knuckles punching the machines the taste of scotch rich on my tongue and then Cathy showed up and we hung out trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean locking eyes holding hands twin high maintenance machines i am going to make it through this year if it kills me i am going to make it though this year if it kills me i drove home in the California dusk i could feel the alcohol inside of me hum pictured the look on my stepfather's face ready for the bad things to come i down shifted as i pulled into the driveway the motor screaming out stuck in second gear the scene ends badly as you might imagine in a cavalcade of anger and fear there will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year i am going to make it through this year if it kills me i am going to make it though this year if it kills me The song to me is fucking wicked. Being in year 12 (senior year), I just get it, particularly the way morbot doesn't. Some serious kudos to the mountain goats. |
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