| Every Time I Die – Romeo A Go-Go Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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"Munchausen by proxy of a muse" - Munchausen's is a condition where the patient fakes an illness in order to receive attention or perhaps because they enjoy being in a hospital. there are some really great images and lines in here. "becoming like a newborn hostage", you can imagine how much somebody with this condition would enjoy being swaddled up in blankets in a hospital room, being tended to by nurses and fed 3 times a day like a little baby. "don quixote of the icu" - the work of fiction don quixote is a farce story, much like his injuries "Everybody is dying to lay down with you. I got the order all wrong." this is so great, if taken literally, he got the order of the words wrong (i.e. "i'm laying down to die for you" instead), and i "getting the order wrong" is an expression too when you make a mistake, like a waiter in a restaurant. that's what's so great about fuckin keith buckley, layers of puns and plays on word, allusions to other writing |
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| Every Time I Die – Kill the Music Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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wow! i didn't realize that, that's pretty neat. keith is such a clever writer. this is perhaps a stretch, but i've always thought the line "war has no glory like a woman ignored" is a play on the famous quip, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" from one of william congrave's plays. it's cool how he kinda flips the context too |
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| Bob Dylan – Spanish Harlem Incident Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Your flaming feet *are burnin up the street.* Let me know, babe, *I'm nearly drowning*, If it's you my lifelines trace. *I got to know, babe, eh, will you surround me? So I can know if I am really real.* I've heard this has to do with Dylan's self-consciousness about being a white boy playing the blues and how he's also attracted to the fiery black women of Harlem. "the night is pitch black, come and make my pale face fit into place ah please". also in other songs, he often depicts his woman as a soulful "junkyard angel"... a real bluesy kinda dame. i dunno |
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| The Velvet Underground – Black Angel's Death Song Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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As soon as I read the first few lines I was reminded of Eliot's Prufrock poem, which is also about fate and choice. He refers to one having choices "dropped on a plate" in much the same way that Lou Reed does. this was probably not intentional at all, but the song and the poem go together in an interesting way. here's the specific verse: "There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea." |
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| The Velvet Underground – Femme Fatale Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| what's a "klaun"? | |
| Bob Dylan – Song to Woody Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| it's incredible how quickly dylan deviated from his influences like guthrie and hank williams and started doing stuff that was completely his own. a lot of bands and songwriters never seem to escape imitation | |
| John Lennon – Imagine Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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no countries, no possessions, nothing to kill or die for, no religion. snoozefest. that sounds like a pretty boring world to live in. no culture, nobody has any passion about anything. nothing to kill or die for? what if nobody was willing to die or kill for their freedoms or their loved ones? what a great society that would be. |
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