| Radiohead – High and Dry Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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I think this is about the general rhythm of nature. Consider the rise and fall of the tide. Everyone goes through a continuous rise and fall of creative insight. Through medicinal use/abuse or developed over time through meditative practices, everyone is always trying to maintain that linear development of the peak of high tide. Analyzing the reflection of experience until the details arrive close to infinity (two jumps in a week)(broke another mirror) and as a result becomes inexpressible (drying up in conversation). This insight is addicting, and in the mind of the seer or artist, a clear portrait of infinity will win all of his attention and love. He wants everyone to know and to see that kind of perfection. But all tides fall, and you cannot hold your inhalation forever, and the vision will fade |
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| Aesop Rock – Water Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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i dig this line "Now tip-toe across a lost cause Because a lost cause found Don't mean you found a cause That means you found a lost cause" |
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| Aesop Rock – Water Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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taking a stab at these lines: My every whim acted upon's gone loopy But I play a game called let's prepare barnacle city for the end-all noosings I split the radius at go-getter bellies, reconnaissance Seeping fossil genie bottle optimist; Freeze! Run for the fountain but the fountain's a desert optical tease Tummy full of sand. Running man? Impossible. Stop! There's a wing in my gut and I'm all dust Surfing the earth and itineris' certainly flushed Now one in the hand's worth two atop the toilet seater But what lies inside my heart is off the motherfucking meter itineris->itinerant:wandering, roving, nomadic, vagrant, migratory |
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| The Books – You'll Never Be Alone Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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| Idiot Pilot – Red Museum Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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I interpret it as reflecting buddhism. The color red is the primordial beginning color, at the lowest end of the spectrum, reflecting instinct, survival and security. "Came in through an open window through a small mistake." Stumbled upon the path of discovering true reality through making a mistake or fall in today's society. "Glanced over at your sleeping baby, we can hardly wait." True human nature in all spiritualities is childlike playfulness. Also, many ancient calenderical/time systems (the Mayan Tzolk'in, the Yugas from Hindu Scripture, the Chinese I Ching) mark a revolutionary change in humanity around the year 2012. The child has to be suppressed in order to operate in society right now. "In the red museum, it's hard to sleep." The structure of fear, security, and power struggle has embeded itself deeply into the country's society, given power by words, the stroke of a pen. These are ancient systems of society that have not evolved at all from times past. And the pervasive fear has one constantly looking over their shoulder. "We are known for the lack of the words we speak." One of the ancient proverbs "I know what reality is, but when you ask me, I don't." In other words, no words are needed to enjoy life, or live, just music and action. "Now he is one. Now she is one. Now they are one." Marking those who are waking up to what is going on. Could also be playing off the "all is one" buddhist principle. "Glass eyes and some wooden teeth, You cannot sit still. These walls have a sense of reach and an iron will." The feelings of anxiety, agitation, and suffocation from all the walls and barriers the structure of society has put on their ability to live freely. I'm not sure about the ending. "Red sky" could signify the war-themed control of the nation. "If you would try to let us" ... show you the beauty we see, the beauty of the way life really is, the beauty that the government is suffocating. "We cant stop them from coming in." Showing the brute, unstoppable force of the ignorant government. The whole album seems to carry a similar theme. |
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| The Books – Vogt Dig For Kloppervok Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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The intro: 'Twas brilling, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogroves And the mome raths outgrabe. is sampled from Alan Watts' 1960 public radio broadcast on KPFA in Berkley, California. |
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