| Jenny Owen Youngs – Fuck Was I Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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Pelvicthrust has said it best so far, that the persona in the song has become in love with someone despite her knowing that it will not work out. The love she feels is like a 'tumor', something that she normally would never have asked for, wanted, or expected, but arose nonetheless. Knowing that the love is like the parasite, the speaker tries to just accept it - (I'm developing my sense of humor/ till i can laugh at my heart between your feet.) But, i believe that in this case, the person she falls in love with is her best friend (if we weren't such good friends i think that i'd hate you..). The persona then tries to just take the risk of having a relationship with this man, saying maybe she will be special or 'the lucky one that doesn't get burnt.' She then tries the relationship out, only to find out that it fails just as she expected and gets hurt - just as she had expected. The persona is left wondering - 'what the fuck was i thinking?' Sometimes you just can't help falling in love. |
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| The Shins – Saint Simon Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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The interview with the shins and the article with them that was posted before regarding this song definitely explains this song. It's just about Mercer's general view of life, of not to overanalyze everything, including religion. There is obviously a general idea of apathy in the song, but I think he's trying to say to not think about all of it, and just enjoy the true, certain, and beautiful things in life, like love. |
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| The Shins – Kissing the Lipless Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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i just want to point out something that may or may not have been said. The little guitar solo after the first verse and at the end of the song are interesting. It seems like he bent some notes too far, and it just sounds out of place and not in key.. but he did this on purpose -- adding to the tension and uneasy feeling of the situation and the mood of the song. Anyone else notice this? |
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