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| Bon Iver – RE: Stacks Lyrics
| 16 years ago
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The allegory of the archaeological dig is huge here - he admits that his love was buried in the frozen ground (in association with the rusted out fountain, which probably caused a leak that resulted in more ice.) He had to go to the cabin to dig and figure out the root of his issues, of which the breakups (girls, bands) were symptomatic. I think that he finally realized that his problems were (as someone alluded to previously) associated with betting too big on unsure things, and being devastated by them. The crow represents the easy money; the quick fix; the pleasure centers that the early stages of love afford - these are fleeting and he gets it now. The stacks and racks (I admit I thought of libraries at first) are just the accumulation of burden, and the gambling metaphor is also right on target and in lock-step with this line of reasoning. He has let go of his way of thinking, and realizes that this is a simple, obvious solution, but one that is incredibly difficult to execute in real life. Bravo to a brilliant dissertation and song. People have written novels that don't capture this as consicely as he does in 6:41. can't wait for the next album, but can it compare? |
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| The Cure – Breathe Lyrics
| 18 years ago
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It's a b-side on the Just Like Heaven 12" single (along with Chain of Flowers). I bought it in 1987 and still have it. |
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| Band of Horses – St. Augustine Lyrics
| 19 years ago
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Well, it's "silver sands of st. augustine" for starters. In really looking at these lyrics, they're either pigfuck (essentially meaningless or put together because they conjure an image rather than an actual reference) or very personal. From a poetic standpoint, there's not much to work with. That said, this album rules....I can't get it out of my car's cd player.... |
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| Band of Horses – St. Augustine Lyrics
| 19 years ago
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Well, it's "silver sands of st. augustine" for starters. In really looking at these lyrics, they're either pigfuck (essentially meaningless or put together because they conjure an image rather than an actual reference) or very personal. From a poetic standpoint, there's not much to work with. That said, this album rules....I can't get it out of my car's cd player.... |
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| Wilco – Radio Cure Lyrics
| 19 years ago
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There is a common cliche (in the US, at least): "Distance has a way of making the heart grow fonder" or something to that effect. He's disputing this in these lyrics. |
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| Wilco – Pot Kettle Black Lyrics
| 19 years ago
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Well, it clearly harkens to the "a pot calling a kettle black," but it sounds to me like he's actually calling the kettle black. He just doesn't want to call the pot "kettle-black." This makes perfect sense to me, but is hard to express electronically (i.e., without verbal cadence) due to lack of perfectly appropriate punctuation. This would be a typical double-standard lyric of late period Wilco, IMO. |
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