| The Cure – The Figurehead Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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The power of this song cannot be reached by simply reading the lyrics. But, again, it is incredible. "Sharp and open Leave me alone And sleeping less every night As the days become heavier and weighted Waiting In the cold light A noise A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten With spiders inside them And dust on the lips of a vision of hell" This first segment points to the sexual assaults that the broken boy had to experience in his bedroom at night; here described, just as in Lullaby, as spiders, 'spiders inside him' as he lies, sleepless with torn clothes, screaming. 'The Figuirehead' is perhaps really his father, or his grandfather. He feels stained, he wants to burn his memories; he wants it to be made better by the next night, and always, just as in 'Siamese Twins' he feels it driving a wedge between him and the girl in his life, who he can, unlike his father, say no to. |
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| The Cure – One Hundred Years Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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The poetic imagery in this song and on this album is just incredible. In the opening, I always picture the opening moments to the film, The Crow, which shows that, indeed, there are many things to do in high buildings (such as get thrown out of them.) "The soldiers close in under a yellow moon All shadows and deliverance Under a black flag A hundred years of blood..." It is a decadent song; about idiotic, imperialist (UK/American) soldiers, people so empty they are willing to buy into the delusions and shadows of someone like Thatcher and drown in their own blood. "Fighting for freedom on the television" is quite a funny, sarcastic prediction of the criminal invasion of Iraq. |
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| Hammock – Raising Your Voice... Trying To Stop An Echo Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| I don't like this song, or any of other hammock's material which just glaringly exposes their born-again-christian trashiness. | |
| Jewel – Who Will Save Your Soul Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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This song accurately describes the rise of American fascism; a rich upper class makes its millions off new wars, new 'towers where the homeless had their homes,' and live their lives in a parasitic, paranoid decadence. "He says, "Hold my calls" from behind walls cold. The Boss says, "Come here boy. There ain't nothin' for free." --Rich corporate CEO's force young men to give them sexual favors in exchange for advancement behind cold office walls. |
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| Art of Fighting – Heart Translation Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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To me this song is about a boy breaking with an abusive mother. He says: "there you were black silver dressed in gold like every story ever told" This is how wicked stepmothers/mothers appear in fairy tales. The rest of the song just spells out the confusing, hurtful, mystifying communication which the mother always used against him, and relates the difficulty of ending that specific relationship. The heart will always translate; always know that her words mean hate, even when she tries to spell out empty evasions and words of love; the blackness must be expelled from his life, even though its effects, some of them will keep going and going. |
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| Duran Duran – Ordinary World Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| I always pictured the 'ordinary world' he signs of as being the rainforest; and now I see just how fitting it is. The radio, tv, and newspaper are left behind in favor of a green future; of a way out of the extinction our species is driving towards with global warming. It is a song of hope; we can raise our consciousness, embrace veganism, solar and wind power, and learn to survive in the ordinary world instead of killing ourselves. | |
| Silversun Pickups – Little Lover's So Polite Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| The couple features an imaginative, creative, interesting boy with a great voice, and a dull, stupid girl who doesn't understand him. He deserves someone more exciting and sympathetic; she isn't worth the dust that blows in her face. | |
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