| Interpol – All the Rage Back Home Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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I think it is multiple relationships. The first stanzas are about him and her. She calls him over.. They break up. She tells him she will love him. They are no more. He loves her. She loves him, the author of the song. She moves onto another relationship. This other person, the "he" in the song, is concerned about his previous relationships. He thinks about them. "She and he" may or may not be together. Time passes.. "All the rage back home". He's separated by time and distance. With the likes of Facebook, people reconnect, old flames burn and can be rekindled. She calls the author back home "She calls, my head abounds". She tells him, "Love come over". She was patient. He keeps falling in love with her. And she wants to be his only true love.. "Tell me you love me, alone". He keeps falling for her... but will it work out? |
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| The Cure – Untitled Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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This song reminds me of a girl from high school. She was so incredibly beautiful my skin would tingle just looking at her. I talked to her from time to time during high school. I asked her on a date and was rejected. Over the years, I think of her often. Out of nowhere, she will pop into my head. I wonder about her, wonder if she ever found love. I wonder if her dreams were coming true. Fast forward 18 years. I see her on classmates.com. We write once or twice and she stops. I think nothing of it. I recently write her again. She and I start talking a lot. She is married (separated 10 years). She has a beautiful daughter. I am involved with someone, in a mess I can't leave yet. We now write constantly and call each other. In the first part, she is my ghost. She is my picture in "Pictures of You". The thought of her has haunted me for years. I was never able to tell her how I felt. And now the time is gone. And with time and while I knew her from my past, it is her now that I want. Not her of old. Now, we talk a lot. I hunger for her. And then it happens. The dream I have held for years, she told me she has fallen in love with me. She loves me. In a mess I can't escape, I know I love her. I always have. This isn't some high school infatuation. But when it comes out, she feels guilt. She doesn't want to be the impetus for change. And the monster begins. I pine for her and I may never get to feel her skin. I will never lose this pain... |
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