| Devin Townsend – Universe In A Ball! Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| Best interpretation ever. Seriously. | |
| Devin Townsend – Bend It Like Bender! Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I think this song is about having sex... The chorus gets stuck in my head constantly. It's so damn catchy! |
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| Agalloch – A Desolation Song Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| This is on of my all-time favorite acoustic guitar songs. It strikes me as a song told from the point of view of a man trying to drink away the bitterness of lost love and sitting by the fire reflecting on the hopelessness he feels. | |
| Steven Wilson – Abandoner Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| The final line is actually 'Snow starts to glide, I confide.' It's tough to hear. I know I kept missing it! Haha. But if you listen to The Engineers remix of Abandoner of the Insurgentes minisite, you can clearly hear Steven say 'glide.' Thanks for posting the lyrics for us!! | |
| Steven Wilson – Salvaging Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| After paging through my copy of the photobook, I've realized that "Now the nails have been driven" follows "...Time to assess" rather than the 'dreaming' line. | |
| Steven Wilson – Salvaging Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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I hear the first line as: 'What was the point of making you trust?' but other than that, it sounds correct. Thanks! I've been trying to firgure out some of the lyrics for this song for a while. |
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| Bloodbath – Furnace Funeral Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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The meaning of this song is pretty clear, unless one chooses to take it all as a metaphor, which I do not. :P The full lyrics: Wake up in a sweat Blood in my mouth Fainted by the torture, had no time to shout A gathering of freaks, an evil plot, a feast Trapped in the furnace, sacrificial to the beast! Temperature's increased, searing my skin I start to realize I'm the last of my kin Acrid devastation in the furnace of fate Bubbles on my body, I know it's far too late Hair is removed by the embers' hiss Retarded people laugh, worthless life in a bliss Eyes leave their sockets, sour taste of pus Abscess boiling, burst and gush Oven of disgust, companion of distrust Medium rare for the course is a must See the bastard smile, will be devoured by them freaks Genitals charred, I pay the price for being meek [CHORUS] The hatch is open Topping me with spice Roasted body, their hunger's my demise They sit around the table, those ugly fucks Served as a three-course dinner, yucks! Excrement boil, they don't seem to care Brunch of flesh gobbets, in their lair My final rest of a silver plate I hope they choke on my limbs, showing my hate Bred in a line of incesticide Sick and deformed, not on my side Furnace funeral! |
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| Opeth – Derelict Herds Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| Well, my immediate impression of this song is that it is telling of how disconnected people feel towards the death of strangers and how unreal death itself seems until someone close to you dies. Then death feels like all that you ever can see. | |
| David Cook – The Time of My Life Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| Cook winning is a mixed bag for me. I'm glad he won, since I have felt that he deserved to for many weeks, but at the same time, now he gets saddled with this piece. Most any rocker would flinch at the idea of having a song mentioning magic rainbows in his or her discography. Here's hoping that the Idol producers don't continue to screw him over from here on out. | |
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