| The Blood Brothers – I Know Where the Canaries and Crows Go Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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I think it's also about the environment, and how everything is slowely dying [like forests and shit like that]and..."I know where the canaries go. I know where the crows go. They go into fucking skeletons." Just made me think of like, them going to back into the wild and then it being destroyed, so they're basically fucked either way, and going back to where they came is like walking right into death. Eh. Plus, The Blood Brothers sing a lot about the environment, it just kindof fit with the lyrics. |
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| The Blood Brothers – I Know Where the Canaries and Crows Go Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| I agree with Sharpie that the intro was awesome. | |
| The Blood Brothers – I Know Where the Canaries and Crows Go Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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I think it's also about the environment, and how everything is slowely dying [like forests and shit like that]and..."I know where the canaries go. I know where the crows go. They go into fucking skeletons." Just made me think of like, them going to back into the wild and then it being destroyed, so they're basically fucked either way, and going back to where they came is like walking right into death. Eh. Plus, The Blood Brothers sing a lot about the environment, it just kindof fit with the lyrics. |
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| The Blood Brothers – Feed Me to the Forest Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Haha, yeah, me too. You people are great. I love reading everyone's different thoughts and contributing. Their lyrics are so amazing. They're different than what most bands write about, and on top of that they do it so uniquely. |
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| The Blood Brothers – Siamese Gun Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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a siamese gun is when two penises are like, pointing at each other and touching. Like. 8=========] [==========8 Haha. Yeah. Kinda like that. |
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| The Blood Brothers – Siamese Gun Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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a siamese gun is when two penises are like, pointing at each other and touching. Like. 8=========] [==========8 Haha. Yeah. Kinda like that. |
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| The Blood Brothers – Celebrator Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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I think both of the suggestions for the "And every soldier's spewing black cum from their victory hard on." bit are good ideas. I remember in a few of their songs they mention siamese guns, which are referring to penises, and it kindof reminded me of that for some reason. The part that said "but the stripper they hired lost both her legs. -Lost limbs from the war but the pinata's stuffed with oil and sand. -obviously oil and sand from Iraq I just want the flag to be my baby, but her kissing breath is so revolting. -like what was said earlier, he wants to love his country, but it's so foul and degrating because of everything. I do agree with the Iraq/War thing. But it's obvious that it's about America. I Love Them. |
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| The Blood Brothers – Cecilia and the Silhouette Saloon Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Er...Yes. They are indeed all guys. All fucking amazing guys. They never cease to amaze me. |
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| The Blood Brothers – Burn, Piano Island, Burn Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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I think it's about a man [or society in general] that goes crazy in this world that is consumed by money, greed, sex[the teen pregnancy bit], lies, dependance, insecurity, and unorigionality...and the many other things, so he just decides to burn it all and end it. Some of my thoughts on the lyrics... Bulimic rainbows vomit what? -Skittles, haha. That's just genious. Coconut pupils never shut?- can never sleep, insomnia. Jigsaw babies and their bamboo stilts? -reffering to adults really just being babies on stilts [they're dependant, whiney, etc.] Charred toucans weaving their black sky quilt? -people that repeat everything for lack of their own words or thoughts[toucans], being scorched by the fire..."weaving their black sky quilt" could mean just making their lives dark by the way they're living. The sea shells scream out celestial code. -Celestial means heavenly, godlike. So, the sea shells, burning along with everything else on the island, are screaming out their angelic language in maybe a last attempt at survival[screaming out to God for help or forgivness because it's the end], or just getting a message through to the man that there is hope. Melting on the shore inside a flame sno globe.- "inside a flame sno globe" obviously meaning the flames around them, trapt inside[on the island with nowwhere to go, so they're just melting.] I buried my bride of eight inch fingers neck deep in the hungry quicksand. -he lost his wife due to his madness, and now he's ridding her memory. I buried out children of pineapple skin where the generic sunsets sparkle so bland. -he also lost his children [or maybe his own youth?], and burried their memory on the sunset, which is made-up, therefor not as beautiful. I split my grandmother like a rotten papaya... our fright to pollenate the flowers of fire. -again, losing granny. I vomited my skeleton and donated it to the war mausoleum... I cut my will and testament along the scar tissue seam. I packaged my heart and fed-ex'd it to the octopus queen. -all referrances to his death or loss of heart, life. Soured Palm trees sputter waxy wax stink. -trees melting into deadness[therefor smelling.] Boiling lagoons chewing bubble gum pink? -could be the lava bubbling, ready to burst. The vikatin volcano spews and salivates? -appaerntly the fire, lava. It's belly bloated like a pre-teen pregnancy? -it's large and going to burst, like a young pregnant woman. I fed its limp indifferent walls tales of an ark haunted with the five howls, I tied a nervous noose of piano wire and wrapped it around the mocking throat of the past. -the past obviously laughs in his face and pains him. It's head erupted like a rabid roman candle as I kicked the stamp from underneath. -it finally erupted [the volcano was probably his mind, building up after time and finally just exploding.] Burn Piano Island Burn and drown all your fucking riddles down the throat of the sea. -"and drown all your fucking riddles down the throat of the sea"...get rid of life's riddles as they sink into the ocean, leaving him behind. This one man raft won't be coming back so don't talk out of tune to me. -you have one last chance to talk to him and you can't repeat[can't be a toucan, which is said up there], so say it right and say exactly what you mean, you can't say it again. From a distance the fornication of fear and flames twindles so pretty. -looking as he drifts away from his misery [the island, his life] it looks beautiful burning, he's at peace. Holy Shit, kindof long. And I'm probably just thinking for no reason, maybe it was all just pointless randomn lyrics. Who knows... |
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| The Blood Brothers – Birth Skin/Death Leather Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| In addition, I'd like to add that the title "Birth skin/ death leather" kindof signals the process of life also, because when you die your skin is leahtery and less soft...less pure and new because of you age, everything you've done in your life and been through. | |
| The Blood Brothers – Birth Skin/Death Leather Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| In addition, I'd like to add that the title "Birth skin/ death leather" kindof signals the process of life also, because when you die your skin is leahtery and less soft...less pure and new because of you age, everything you've done in your life and been through. | |
| The Blood Brothers – Birth Skin/Death Leather Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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The song goes through the times of the day [dawn, midday, sundown, etc.]..and they could just stand for moments in life; Dawn: the beginning. "Wooing the blue from the crawling eyes of babies." Everything is fresh and new when you're born. [Babies eyes are usually always blue], and we "woo" at them because they are pure and innocent and beautiful. Midday: Middle Age[or teen years]. "Vanished. grinning through the sweat pores of harlots and whores." We obsess with sex and grow out of innocence and sweetness["vanished"]. Sundown: towards the end. "Opening a cloak of tentacles...preaching the gospel of cracked crystal beaks." Older people seem to be more religious. Possibly trying to make up for being feinds before. Dusk: The End of Life. "Peeling back the birth skin like wrapping paper around a virgin. vanish again." I'm not really sure about this one. Maybe referring to being forgiven and then...dying[vanishing again]. Twilight: the birth of another human/s. "march on electric children!" And Mr. Electric could just be God himself--or "Death"-- claiming the dead. "Mr. electric disappears and re-appears like a smiling/snarling phantom." As in, death comes and goes in people's lives, so he, "Death," dissapears and re-appears as the generations move on and on, as more people die. "and you, with your self righteous army of crotches spewing paper children, his death hole is deeper. and stronger than love. " Like, we keep producing more children, who will eventually die. And he will keep coming for them. "His death hole is deeper, and stronger than love."--Death is stronger than the emotion Love, because Love cannot keep them from him; he will take whoever he pleases regaurdless of a mother's love. Just my opinion. |
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| The Blood Brothers – Birth Skin/Death Leather Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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The song goes through the times of the day [dawn, midday, sundown, etc.]..and they could just stand for moments in life; Dawn: the beginning. "Wooing the blue from the crawling eyes of babies." Everything is fresh and new when you're born. [Babies eyes are usually always blue], and we "woo" at them because they are pure and innocent and beautiful. Midday: Middle Age[or teen years]. "Vanished. grinning through the sweat pores of harlots and whores." We obsess with sex and grow out of innocence and sweetness["vanished"]. Sundown: towards the end. "Opening a cloak of tentacles...preaching the gospel of cracked crystal beaks." Older people seem to be more religious. Possibly trying to make up for being feinds before. Dusk: The End of Life. "Peeling back the birth skin like wrapping paper around a virgin. vanish again." I'm not really sure about this one. Maybe referring to being forgiven and then...dying[vanishing again]. Twilight: the birth of another human/s. "march on electric children!" And Mr. Electric could just be God himself--or "Death"-- claiming the dead. "Mr. electric disappears and re-appears like a smiling/snarling phantom." As in, death comes and goes in people's lives, so he, "Death," dissapears and re-appears as the generations move on and on, as more people die. "and you, with your self righteous army of crotches spewing paper children, his death hole is deeper. and stronger than love. " Like, we keep producing more children, who will eventually die. And he will keep coming for them. "His death hole is deeper, and stronger than love."--Death is stronger than the emotion Love, because Love cannot keep them from him; he will take whoever he pleases regaurdless of a mother's love. Just my opinion. |
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| The Blood Brothers – Beautiful Horses Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Hmm...I think it does have a lot to do with the government,Bush,etc. being unfair to most people, like with rights, and to stand up for what you believe in instead of taking all the bullshit. It might also have something to do with being consumed by television and what you're expected to be like, [what tv signals you to look like, live like, etc.], and missing out on living, and making memories and not wasting away in front of a television set [being yourself and proud of it]. Making goals and not giving up on what you want and dream, and not letting people keep you from it [goverment, etc.]. Then again, I could be completely wrong and it could have nothing to do with it. |
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| The Blood Brothers – Beautiful Horses Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Hmm...I think it does have a lot to do with the government,Bush,etc. being unfair to most people, like with rights, and to stand up for what you believe in instead of taking all the bullshit. It might also have something to do with being consumed by television and what you're expected to be like, [what tv signals you to look like, live like, etc.], and missing out on living, and making memories and not wasting away in front of a television set [being yourself and proud of it]. Making goals and not giving up on what you want and dream, and not letting people keep you from it [goverment, etc.]. Then again, I could be completely wrong and it could have nothing to do with it. |
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