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| Alkaline Trio – Continental Lyrics
| 15 years ago
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"I've got your pictures on my walls / I've got a long list of calls I must make to your existing family" = Calling the next of kin to inform them of the death. It's incredibly difficult to do, especially when you were very close to the deceased, on top of having reminders of them all over your house's walls. |
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| Neko Case – Red Tide Lyrics
| 16 years ago
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LOL - the breaking up with Seattle explanation makes so much sense. Last time I lived there, there was definitely a smell I hated. :P |
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| Iron & Wine – Dearest Forsaken Lyrics
| 17 years ago
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i don't think these lyrics are right? the lines "Wash out the river has you boy" and "Fielding forces of nature" don't sound right to me when I listen to the actual song. It sounds like he's saying something else. |
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| Malajube – Ton Plat Favori Lyrics
| 18 years ago
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anyone else find it amusing that a few songs before this, the singer was singing about covering his heart in a kind of pastry? no wonder she's eating it, it's delicious! ;P |
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| The Faint – The Passives Lyrics
| 18 years ago
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i love this song so much. and it's so annoying when there's a crowd of people at a concert who are into the music but aren't dancing or moshing or anything, they just stand there with their arms crossed nodding along. fuck that. |
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| Ted Leo and the Pharmacists – I'm A Ghost Lyrics
| 19 years ago
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Is it just me or are these lyrics missing a line? After "...make this toast," isn't there a line that goes, "I'm a ghost, and I wanted to come close because I don't want you to miss me and misquote"? |
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| Malajube – La Russe Lyrics
| 19 years ago
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this is how i translated this, it's been a while since i studied french so i could be wrong:
All the time justifying everything, always explaining, all the time analyzing everything, always unraveling for criticism and all the ones who want to raise an eyebrow in silence.
I want to say it, it is not me who says it. It's a bad spirit, it's a malady, a curse! A bad turn of phrase. My violent words in the direction of abjection, without the ability to make an objection.
My language is radio-controlled in the sewer of my ideas by a pixie in my head, a mischevious thing who throws a party. That's my problem, I'm like a drone, a plane with no pilot. |
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