| Tom Waits – Emotional Weather Report Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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It's not a complicated song, it's basically a clever way of combining weather forecasting terminology with emotional description. Crying is equated with precipitation and rain, clouds and fog related to confusion and a 'foggy' state of mind, in other words uncertainty in dealing with a bad breakup, and how to continue in a healthy way. What follows is predictable to a degree, like weather, but it's not exactly going to be sunny for Tom here. |
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| Current 93 – Hooves Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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version from Emblems: The Menstrual Years (Disc II: Mighty in Sorrow) Horses are riding into her arms She lost her own way years ago Her sister calls her from the far side of night And she falls with that corn, the only way out She tells me "I love you" But it's only a game So she slides through the silence She's fixing her time To move back into darkness again with a smile "Don't touch me, I'm falling" she laughs in the night "Don't catch me, I'll return when the wheel comes around. You see we're all born to suffer, we're all born to fall, In the fading world that calls us to zero." She touches my body, I crouch up to die. Down the Ramblas we're walking In Reykjavik talking She's reading a book, finished years ago She's tearing up paper, she's tearing up life But she only starts thinking when her blood is brown Gold is the color she promised to wear That Christ's blood turns black His body she bears But she dipped him in water And she blackened the faith It's hard to believe them when they spit in your face And I don't want to touch you, I don't want to lie In the brown red-gold slumber that you've taken to ride I remember I was thinking only of you And I built you a playground that was built up with crosses But you wanted a valley where horse could run free We knew it was over when you stammered out lies It's hard to keep riding when the world is on fire It's hard to keep riding when your eyes fill with blood It's hard to keep riding when your grip has grown slack It's hard to keep riding when your network is sliding We were listening to lions at ??? with James We were riding the trams to ???'s wake Though Christ is impaled on the cross through his hands You'd make your own gospel centered on hooves Christ, I was thinking of your bended arm It is blue on the outside, it is blue on the inside You said and you buckled, as if you would die There's no point in living, there's no point in life And there's spit on the bridle, there's blood in the saddle And you slip in the shit you shat in yourself And Christos is Equus, and Equus is Lord You follow in footsteps made by a flower Then I wanted to hold you But you're destined to fall |
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| Paavoharju – Valo tihkuu kaiken läpi Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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english: Light trickles through everything --------------------------------- Like the wind of streaming air Travels the spirit upon the open water Arousing within me A yearning for longing The branch bows Skims the surface of the water Breaking my reflection Your image it reveals Wave washes The surface of the mirror of the soul Calling forth A brighter image |
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| Architecture in Helsinki – Heart It Races Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| This is the only song worth a damn on the new album. | |
| Swans – Beautiful Child Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| Yeah, I can see that, but ultimately the imagery used in this song is too similar to that passage to just be a coincidence, and considering the popularity of "Maldoror" as a theme in the industrial scene etc in the 70s and 80s, it is pretty likely that Gira was familiar with the work. | |
| Swans – Beautiful Child Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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This song is a reference to the book "Les Chants de Maldoror" by the Comte de Lautreamont. In the first canto, there is a passage about growing your nails out for weeks on end until they are razor sharp, and then finding a young child and holding him and making him feel safe. When the child is comfortable, Maldoror (the 'protagonist' of the book) tells you to slice the child open with your nails, but not to kill him. Instead, you are supposed to let the child weep, and then taste his blood and tears. I'm 99% sure this has to be a reference to this passage, it fits too perfectly not to be. |
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