| Matt Pond PA – From Debris Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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the phoenix rises from the ashes, from debris. a house can burn down, but home is... "I think people can be perfect..." - what a wonderful thought; we do have our moments |
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| Radiohead – Videotape Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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I'm reminded of Rufus Wainwright's "Movies of Myself" where he refers to his own imaginings of how life is/will be. In this song, though, I get the feeling that the video is both literal and figurative. The imagined world becomes real (Pinocchio). I'm hearing this: This is my way OUT of saying goodbye / Because I can't do it face to face / So I'm talking to you before (I don't hear "it's too late" - when is it said?) No matter what happens now... Whether the death is literal or figurative, he is not able to accomplish it "face to face," implying shame. What a classic (and classical?)image of the sufferer caught between heaven and hell. A chilling image of Mephistopheles reaching up. Does anyone hear the other sounds of another song beneath the song? The music at the closing of the song is suggestive of the videotape looping, spinning out... The tape counter ticking away as life clicks away? The breathing in the left ear, the last gasps for air? "You shouldn't be afraid" (I hear "You" and not "I") are his last words of comfort to the viewer who was his center. For me, today was a perfect day AND the perfect day, as well. Sad and beautiful. Who are we to judge, yet we judge each other under the scrutiny of videotape. Have compassion. Open the Pearly Gates. |
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| Radiohead – House of Cards Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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I hear "the infrastructure will collapse / from vaulted spikes" Seems to me that the metaphorical house of cards, our own ill-fated romantic notions to which we desperately cling, will inevitable collapse. So, the sooner we can accept that each of our house of cards will collapse, the sooner we can be real lovers with each other. The vaulted spikes are high romance, and as all youthful romances fall and fade, so will the infrastructure of each our own 'house of cards'. "Throw your keys in the bowl," after the literal, suggests resignation. The allusion to 70s swingers is idiomatic. "Kiss your husband goodnight" When the 'truth' eludes us, revert to what we know, what we perceive from the five senses: I'm here for you... The man longs for the tangible. The woman longs for the intangible. Forget about your house of cards and I'll do mine - let's be real, forget the intangible, we've got love in the tangible. They both feel each others view is missing the point. Isn't that at the root of relationships that suffer? And don't we all, too often, live in denial? |
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