| Radical Face – Wrapped in Piano Strings Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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I saw your father in the hall His ghost is living in the walls I heard him crying while you slept I heard him breaking things after you left I watched you crawl into my bed With curses spilling from your head You said "We're just the walking dead" So I pulled the trigger and we floated off Into the air Into the air Into the air Into the air Up in the air We're in the air Up in the air Up in the air The narrator is lying in bed while he hears his wife arguing with her father. He tries to comfort her as she gets into bed. The father doesn’t seem to approve of the relationship between the narrator and his wife. "We're just the walking dead" suggests that, since she’s in this relationship, she doesn’t mean anything to her father. I used to worry about the time That I lost my teeth along the line So I carved the apple from my eye And gave it to you before I went away He’s worried that he’ll lose her when he dies so he let her know that she’s the apple of his eye. Blood ran into the kitchen sink Your hands and lives are running pink I sat and watched you as your ring Slipped off and rolled across the kitchen floor The blood is the vitality of life; pink seems to suggest that she is nearing the end of her life. He means less to her: “your ring slipped off and rolled across the kitchen floor.” They cut your eyes wide open And pour into your precious head My reach don't go that far dear But please oh please don't let them in “They cut your eyes wide open” and “pour into your precious head” seems to suggest that her family is trying to persuade her after his death. Since he is dead, he cannot help protect their love. I sank into the sea Wrapped in piano strings Few words could open me But you knew them all He’s losing the love of his life, but he is unable to stop it. She was the only one who really understood him. He doesn’t want to lose that, but she’s starting to forget (“you knew them all”). Now I just sleep beneath your floor My ghost just tries to keep you warm I've seen the end, I've lost the war One day you'll join me here just like the rest He has lost her, but he still loves her. Even in death he is devoted to her. He’s waiting for the day when he will be able to talk to her again. I hear the engines They're roaring in our mouths The smell of creatures Are falling tooth and nail to get out He seems to be musing on the interconnected idea that goes with the idea of ghosts sticking around after death. I see the airplanes They're pouring from your chest They fill the air And burn and bury you just like the rest This world will eventually take your life as well. |
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| The Beatles – Leave My Kitten Alone Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| This song is mentioned several times in the book In Country which is about a young girl who's brother served in Vietnam. I'm not sure if it's an important part of the story yet, but she's mentioned it two or three times. I'll post again if it turns out to be important. | |
| Tilly and the Wall – A Perfect Fit Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Firstly, it is emo, not emoe, since it comes from emotional which does not have an e in the middle of the word. I agree that this is about a friend watching someone they admire or respect going through changes; they don’t personally feel that these changes reflect the best values (or true values) of their friend. I disagree that it is strictly about someone becoming emo. I think this song is applicable to anyone that has chosen the aesthetic side of life. And you say that this is about a “dumb emoe kid” and their friend(s) “don’t want to acknowledge that their friend is like everyone else & has no individuality & soul & hopes”. This is ridiculous. In this statement you first make the claim that identifying oneself as emo means you have no soul, no individuality, and no hopes. But you don’t stop there. You claim that everyone else (that is, all people who disagree with the mourning friend) have no individuality, soul, nor hopes. Do you realize how ignorant that statement is? You continue on with your tirade against “emoes” and “emoeness”, but still fail to realize that the song is about conforming to something but not necessarily some specific group. I agree that it is a mordant indictment of our society, of conformity; the message is be yourself, be an individual. Don’t be, as Dostoevsky calls it, “a piano key”. | |
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