| Zulu Winter – We Should Be Swimming Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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"For all the wind or for all the world" Should be: "Furrowed for whim or furrowed for woe" |
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| Ra Ra Riot – Shadowcasting Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| "Sarah's never much for reason" should be "Oh, sorrow's never much for reason" | |
| Florence + the Machine – What the Water Gave Me Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| And incidentally, Atlas was forced to bear the weight of the heavens, not the world. | |
| Frightened Rabbit – Fuck This Place Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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I believe it is close to this: In the perfumed armpit of town, Develop a debt now, these people are bricks Six feet stones, wrapped up in bow Such disappointment when the paper is ripped So I stand, still boring and bored Itching my eye again, against the wall At the end, at the close, Would you be good enough to take me home? |
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| Florence + the Machine – What the Water Gave Me Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| "Was a beast of burden" is correct. "The world's a beast of burden" doesn't make any sense. The world is the burden, and he's the beast that carries it. | |
| Crocodiles – Mirrors Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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"Something in the way you crucify me, it makes me smile. And when you offer up your sacrament, you drown the whole world in your mire. You can sail on waves of shit and tap your pointless, ancient fingers to the bone. But when your vessel sinks, you'll drown again and know that you've done nothing of your own... I think I'm gonna die in a while, I'm gonna hang on wood and try to smile, and when peasants with their pitchforks come, I'm gonna skip the town on everyone They're all scum They're all scum Something in the way you evil eye me and throw your glares. You masquerade as fire but behind your eyes there's nothing but dead air. You admire your reflection staring back at you from pools of shallow prose, but when you meet yourself in mirrors you will know that you've done nothing of your own... I think I'm gonna die in a while, I'm gonna hang on wood and try to smile, and when peasants with their pitchforks come, I'm gonna skip the town on everyone. They're all scum They're all scum" The only way i can possibly read these lyrics is that Crocodiles weren't entirely happy with the review that Pitchfork gave their first album, and so this song is basically a massive **** you right back at them. Illustrated by the opening lines "Something in the way you crucify me; it makes me smile" and then "You admire your reflection stating back at you from pools of shallow prose" (sounds like a pretty apt description of Pitchfork to me). The there's the whole "you will know that you've done nothing of your own" business. |
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