| Portugal. The Man – Stables And Chairs Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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i agree with sk8erpunk912's take on this. he bumps into a person with baggy eyes, who was addicted (shivered) to some type of drug or gambling or anything that can ressemble something golden (such as money... or perhaps golden can be interpreted as something valued) yet pale (because of its negative attributes) and these addicts can be found in basements, and gamblers in racetracks all these thoughts about heroine gets ppl to crave and gets out the needles ("All these thoughts were rolled onto needles"), and ppl with thoughts about gambling/money can be found whereever $$ is.."rubies turn into diamonds." and "hands arms lift on their own" when they win money. and at the end of the night, everyone leaves the race tracks and fills the streets like a crowd of dogs... what will we become? ("As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets, Out of their throats pours tongues licking down "What will we become?" ) " Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired Will stay where it's warm, Where it's safe from the down beating drums as habits Pull the sleep out covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine " i'm being lazy now, but basically ppl return to their beds and rest and start all over again. |
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| Portugal. The Man – Bad, Bad Levi Brown Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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a song about an feared, powerful and corrupted leader. his speeches are so dark and brings out all our fears, including those burried deep inside of us. and the leader's commands are countless demands (commands to down below, they are restless) to burn protesters, our families, our homes and our food. |
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