| Grizzly Bear – Knife Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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SeizureToday: I argued with myself whether or not to incorporate biographical information into my interpretation of the song, but since learning more about Ed, it seems fairly logical assuming Juan from argentina may have been an apple in an eye at one point in time. I think its interesting, the parallel between 'another lie coming' and the questioning the effects of the knife: with every blow (arguably a stab) comes another lie (and with that injury comes, blood). So, in the end, blood and lies are somehow synonymous: both probably in abundance while the speaker stares into the victim's eyes. Jesus. |
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| Grizzly Bear – Little Brother Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| The (electric) Daytrotter version might clarify a bit on the baptism issue. The first lines, in that other version, differ from those listed above: "My God, that's not the way, My God, that's not the way, My God, that's not the way, My God, that's not the way'.... | |
| Grizzly Bear – Service Bell Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| The repetition of 'hold on' seems to produce both an internal mantra for the speaker and a chant to the subject of the songs lyrics. The lyrics intimate, for me, a Victorianesque love affair between a bed-ridden aristocrat secretly involved in a tryst with a maid-servant of some sort (perhaps this is indicated by the rather archaic and noble practice of using a service bell). The 'service bell', therefore, being the only manner that he can issue and declare his feelings (or to let the subject of the song know he is calling to him/her) to the other person. The utter simplicity of the lyrics, yet the abstractness of their meaning, indicate the intangible and grayish area that Grizzly Bear thrives in. | |
| Light This City – The Eagle Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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It reminds me extremely of an Alfred, Lord Tennyson poem entitled, oddly enough, 'The Eagle'... : He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring’d with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. Sounds like this hardcore metal band (or the, ahem, female songwriter) has an affinity for traditional, versed poetry. |
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| Department of Eagles – sailing by night Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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I think the predominant idea explored in Sailing By Night is that of the physical presence (or its lack, rather) of a lover in proximity to the speaker: the lyrics seem to serve as a lament, indicating a longing for another who is gone. The 'picture me', 'remind the kids', and the 'my truest amor' all point to an almost elegiac tone, expressing a sorrow (nor for having 'left on a whim', but for the necessity of the separation). And while the speaker seems entirely entrenched in a sort of despair for his faraway lover, he is also unable to describe the immensity of his happiness 'glistening overseas': thus the wordless and inarticulate 'nnn', 'nnn', 'nnn's mirroring the kazoo/synth keyboard solo (a quasi-trumpet salute). |
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