| Emilie Autumn – How To Break A Heart (Poem) Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| I'm AMAZED no one has commented this fabulous poem. Though the meaning seems a bit sketchy, the lyricism in this poem is gorgeous. I somewhat understand it but the way to express it has escaped me. | |
| Emilie Autumn – Shalott Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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The Lady Of Shalott by Lord Tennyson On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And through the field the road run by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow veil'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly; Down to tower'd Camelot; And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy The Lady of Shalott." There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot; There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two. She hath no loyal Knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often through the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot; Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed. "I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armor rung Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, burning bright, Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott. In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining. Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And around about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott. And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance -- With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right -- The leaves upon her falling light -- Thro' the noises of the night, She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame, And around the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott. Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott." Thought that might clear up a few things for those that haven't read the poem. |
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| Emilie Autumn – Let The Record Show Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| I'm surprised to see no one has commented this song yet. It seems to be another song about rape, yet still so very commanding all it's own. Miss Autumn's beatiful voice brings a power to this song (and all of her songs) that might scare some. I love it! | |
| Regina Spektor – Buildings Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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Hmmm.... I think there is a slight mistake in the lyrics. Where is says "Cores the day" I think that is actually suppose to be "Core sick day" it kinda makes a bit more sense for the song. I have to agree with most of the people on here that it is about an alcoholic wife and her husband who takes care of her and sticks by her side. I think when she is asking for time she knows how much this affects him, and she knows he won't stay around forever so she asks for time to get better, and he cares so much that he gives her time. But then there is the line "but time is not given and time is not taken, it just sifts through it's sift" kinda saying that time is just there and he can't give it to her but more of give himself and his life to her. Then there is the part, "And by the time he came back she'd scrub the bathrooms and make them smell like pine" and it's sort of like she's trying to wash away the mistakes of the previous night as though it would never happen again. I think the ending is kind of a look back on everything that is happening and has happened. I know there have been time in my life where I'd stop and look at everything and it's sort of like that. A jumble of memories and events, almost like a dream. Anyway, I need to stop over-analyzing everything lolz. I like how so many people took such different views on this song. Regina is such an amazing singer with such a powerful voice. And all of her songs have an ever-changing persona that stays the same. She doesn't just stay in one genre, it really shows how she puts herself into her music. I love it! |
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| Alanis Morissette – Perfect Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| I agree with a lot of the other people on here that this song can relate to a lot of people. All my life I've done really well in school, and when my step-mom moved in she began pushing me. She started talking about me graduating early and how I wasn't good enough because I didn't have over a 4.0 GPA (you can go over by being in honors classes). She pushed me in everything, grades, housework, sports, and everything else. She wasn't even my real mother and I felt pushed to the point that I no longer cared. I went along and it got to the point that I was basically a robot. When my dad finally took me out of the house (after two years) and the abuse stopped, my grades plummeted and things got out of control. It was like an aftershock. But then I was finally happy and realized what had been going on. Things got better, and now, a year after I left my step-mom's house, I heard this song. It is an incredibly sad song and makes you want to cry, but at the sad time it has a sort of beauty because you realize that a lot of people have this problem, and you aren't the only one that has to deal with it. And the emotion! Alanis Morissette is SUCH an AMAZING singer!!!!!!! | |
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