| The White Stripes – Broken Bricks Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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acci dent don't say stuff like that he's welcome to his opinion and who could possibly know what the intention behind this song was anyway, he's probably right. What does it say to me? Could it be the proverbial 'Closet'? Where secrets are kept, where sins are kept under lock and key never to be revealed. 'Broken Bricks' are a clear indication of this, bricks are made to build things with, here, a life, 'the building blocks of life' is a common phrase. Broken bricks symbolise weaknesses in the structure, parts not to be seen IMHO. There seems also to be a political message here, 'jump over water but you land in oil'... if the place is full of oil, it seems that the Stripes seem to think oil is a controvertial topic and it almost undoubtedly is. |
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| The White Stripes – Death Letter Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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I really like this song... it rings true. I think it's probably about the shock when a loved one dies - not particularly sophisticated I know but it seems that way. -Line by Line- Got a letter this morning What do you reckon it read? It said "the gal you love is dead" [The letter didn't actually say that but the language has been simplified] I got a letter this morning What do you reckon it read? [Not only is this a musical device but it could also symbolise a 'double-take' effect as the singer reads the letter] Said, hurry hurry [Pronoun is missing ('it') another example of simplified language] Because the gal you love is dead Well I packed up my suitcase [Moving on, would you pack a suitcas to go to a morgue usually? - no] Took off down the road [Simplified language, the 'I' is missing] When I got there She was laying on the cooling board [A hard image, and it is not dwelled on much which shows a one-off shock] Packed up my suitcase And I took off down the road When I got there She was laying on the cooling board [another double-take when he sees her?] It looked like ten thousand people [Psychological exaggeration, the guy is in a trance having delusions] Standing around the burying ground I didn't know I loved her [Regrets - thinking of things he should have done before the girl died] Until they began to let her down [Another moment of shock - he is shocked into emotion] Looked like ten thousand people Standing around the burying ground Didn't know I loved her Until they began to let her down [Voila, another double-take as the coffin is being let down - a highly emotional moment] You know it's so hard to love Someone that don't love you [A popular lyric - However, he doesn't know she didn't love him, but she doesn't now - she's dead. I think this means that it's difficult thinking about past experiences and missed oppurtunities] Won't get satisfaction [Simplified language - how can you regain oppurtunities now lost?] Don't care what you do So hard to love Someone that don't love you Don't look like satisfaction Don't care what you do Well I got up this morning [Eh? what? he was packing his bags a minute ago. He is confused] The break of day [Simplified language, also a symbol of new beginnings] Just hugging the pillows Where she used to lay [Irrational behaviour, something all of us can identify with an emotion everyone feels at some point (hugging pillows)] Got up this morning Would you believe the break of day Just huggin' the pillows Where my baby used to lay. ------------------------------------------------- The use of simplified language emphasises the shock. The simple structures, sometimes missing words show the vocalist's inability to form sentences possibly because of shock (according to my reading). IMHO this is about shock an regret after a loved one dies. |
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| Supertramp – Dreamer Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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| The Kinks – Sunny Afternoon Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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This song was written and performed in Britain when the country was in economic decline and the Government taxed rich people more heavily to help cope. This is The Kinks' protest. The tax man's taken all my dough, [They have no money left] And left me in my stately home, [demonstrating that he is rich, a sense of irony as the taxman didn't take his home] Lazing on a sunny afternoon, [he really doesn't care] And i can't sail my yacht, [another demonstration that he is rich and has been taxed] He's taken everything i've got, All I've got's this sunny afternoon. [He is still happy regardless, he can make do with simple pleasures] Save me, Save me, Save me from this squeeze. ['this squeeze' is the increase in tax price] I got a big fat mama trying to break me. ['big fat mamma' that's the government, a body with weight and authority that's meant to care about its people 'mamma'.] And i love to live so pleasantly, [he can still live in pleasure regardless] Live this life of luxury, [he doesn't need luxury to live in luxury, he has happiness] Lazing on a sunny afternoon. In the summertime In the summertime In the summertime My girlfriend's run off with my car, [Gold-diggers take all they can as economic decline escalates] and gone back to her ma and pa, telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty. [people lie to keep the money they have] Now i'm sitting here, Sipping at my ice cold beer, [yet another image of complete apathy] Lazing on a sunny afternoon. Help me, Help me, Help me sail away, [he wants to go somewhere else. Note: 'sail' a very luxurious way to travel] Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay. [he is being discriminated against, just wants to live life well] 'Cause i love to live so pleasantly, Live this life of luxury, Lazing on a sunny afternoon. Ah, save me, save me, same me from this squeeze. I got a big fat mama trying to break me. And I love to live so pleasantly, live this life of luxury, Lazing on a sunny afternoon. In the summertime In the summertime In the summertime So, there you have it. A song about sudden poverty, it shows that the rich shouldn't bother, there's nothing much they can do against a 'big fat mamma', they should just contine to live in peace with what they have left. Even peace is a luxury. |
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| System of a Down – Toxicity Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Alright, IMHO, this is a line-by-line analysis of the song, the overriding theme, as it seems to me, is System's opinion on current 'civilization'. There is a group of people called 'chaoists' who this song might please. Conversion, software version 7.0, [Change, deliberate anonymity of the program, '7' pythagoras' 'perfect' number, symbolising order] Looking at life through the eyes of a tyre hub, [People, see things, generally in the same way. A tyre hub symbolising something most people can identify with. Circles are also associated with 'perfection' and 'order', people look at life through a filter of order] Eating seeds as a past time activity, [I'm not sure about this line, could be about drugs, but then why is it a past-time activity?... I'l think about it] The toxicity of our city, of our city, [The city is a poisonous place, disorder under the guise of order] Now, what, do you own the world? [People, System bringing us down to earth with a sarcastic question, everyone thinks they are special] How do you own disorder, disorder, [pretty obvious - the world is in disorder as has been hinted at already] Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, Sacred silence and sleep, [Interesting, this is how I see it: Sacred silence - the womb, Sleep - death. Somewhere- uncertainty=disorder] Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep, Disorder, disorder, disorder. [just to make sure you get it ;)] More wood for their fires, loud neighbors, [Neighbours, in the Bible portrayed well, here, as an annoyance, leeching of your good nature and being noisy] Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck, [In the headlights: a common feeling of impending doom and panic] Eating seeds as a past time activity, The toxicity of our city, of our city, New, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder, Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, Sacred silence and sleep, Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep, Disorder, disorder, disorder. New, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder, Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, Sacred silence and sleep, Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep, Disorder, disorder, disorder. When I became the sun, [System's dedication to music, they are musicians - they have become the light] I shone life into the man's hearts, [Music is the only thing that gives life anymore] When I became the sun, I shone life into the man's hearts. I hope that's pretty comprehensive. So, an overview - System see the world in a state of disorder, whilst all of us see this world as very ordered and we are 'gray' because of it. Their music brings life and illumination to the 'truth'. Hope that was a little bit interesting. |
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