| PJ Harvey – A Woman a Man Walked By/The Crow Knows Where All the Little Children Go Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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It's hu hu hu hu hermaphrodite cramped in a taxi just to get up your fucking ass I once knew a woman/man |
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| PJ Harvey – Cracks in the Canvas Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| Actually, I think she's singing: "Honey, go to sleep. You have no one to wait for. But honey, here's another voice." | |
| PJ Harvey – Cracks in the Canvas Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I got this: How do we cope (Now we go to sleep) With the days after a death Empty days (You have no one to wait for) Nothing left Not even a funeral I see shapes forming inside paintings animals and humans feet on road (and now, here's another voice) walking towards something waiting for something (Outside the window) I'm looking for an answer me and a million others (The voices of ten thousand angels) disbelievers, deserted lovers Dear god you better not let me down this time (ten thousand lives that lived before) Cracks in the canvas look like roads that never end. |
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| PJ Harvey – Sixteen, Fifteen, Fourteen Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| I actually think it's Daniel (a boy) rather than Danielle (a girl.) | |
| of Montreal – Happy Yellow Bumblebee Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| I love this song! LOL | |
| East River Pipe – Make a Deal With The City Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| one of my favorite songs. i love this so much! great mood. | |
| Tori Amos – Graveyard Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| It seems to be about not taking for granted that you're alive but also respecting the dead. | |
| Cat Power – Mr. Gallo Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Oh, Mr. Gallo What a good friend we both know the game Oh, Mr. Gallo what a good frame your close lover has Oh, Chan what a woman you've become Cannot say I ever thought you could look me in the eyes Oh, and what a lover you've become Can I say I always thought you were a liar? Oh, you say, what a laugh you have Cannot say I never thought I ever had anything funny Oh, and what a charmer you've become, Mr. Gallo we'll both go to hell. |
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| Beach House – Apple Orchard Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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1, 2, 3, 4 You only give me what you don't want no more ask the questions that you don't know at all let's lie down for awhile you can smile lay your head in the old old fashion you know how it is my friend in the boxes of those picture frames hold your inside 'cause you're cold at night warm your heart, love, 'cause you're by my side let's lie down for awhile you can smile lay your head in the old old fashion lay your head in the apple orchard take your time you can settle down hold your breath 'cause you're you're in love here hold your head in the hollow wood |
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| Beach House – Master of None Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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You always go to the parties to pluck the feathers off all the birds On your knees I will not let you be I want your picture but not yours You know they want it, but there's no thirst On your own You can not call it your own We always run our heads too much We know the reasons but such and such On your own You will not let your unknown We run our fingers together You know it's easy, the devil's plan On your own You cannot call me your own Jack of all trades Master of none I cry all the time because I'm not having fun You always want to be forgiven The devil does what you ask of him On your knees You cannot You will not agree |
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| Liz Phair – Strange Loop Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| The patrons of a bar a couple regularly frequented console the man the woman dumped for a life of spontaneity, telling him "she couldn't be trusted, man, she couldn't be true" - when, in reality, she really only wanted to settle down to him. But it didn't work out. She chose the road, the spontaneity. It's also a clever title. The last chords of the song loop back into the same pattern she plays on the introduction of "6'1" - which loops back to the start of the album, in which, she announces: "I loved my life - and I hated you." | |
| Liz Phair – Whip-Smart Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| To me, it seems to be about a jaded woman who doesn't want her son to approach life with rose-colored glasses. | |
| Liz Phair – Nashville Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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"Maybe it goes on the other side of the hallway, the writing's so small from here." = A plaque, an award. The singer can't imagine it being different than it is right now for her, naked, half-awake, about to shave and go to work. It's called Nashville for a dream. People who go there to find fame as a singer. I think it's also about Liz's reaction to her own overnight success. She won't decorate her love. Make it something larger than it is. She sees it as something smaller and more intimate and personal than it became |
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| Liz Phair – Girls' Room Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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Tracy is the singer. She's imagining her old pals coming back to her amidst a troubling time in her own life as an adult. She reverts back to childish, immature thoughts when her present adult life becomes overwhelming. "I'm sleeping in the girls room tonight". She doesn't have friends, maybe, right now. And she needs that because of something personal occurring to her. The last thing she imagines Terry saying; "Tracy's been away forever..." That's herself thinking of herself being away from "the girls room" - i.e, her youth, her old self. It's also clever that Phair writes her imagining of Tiffany wearing a "size too small of sweater". Which fits the idea of her imagining back to when she was younger and more carefree. |
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| Liz Phair – Dead Shark Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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These lyrics are also wrong in some sections. I really hate talking to you on the telephone. Can't we just work it out. Let you come on over. (is - "Can't you come on over?) Can't we just work it out. stay here and mine? ("Won't you just stay here tonight?") |
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| Liz Phair – Dead Shark Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| It's also a line from Woody Allen's Annie Hall , a movie about a neurotic relationship. They're discussing their future years together but he thinks to himself, "we have a dead shark on our hands." | |
| Liz Phair – Canary Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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It's a dirty song. She is trying to be a good girl, a housewife to a man who can't satisfy her orally... but she's unable to and to her, it's similar to life in a cage, a suburban domestic death. The clean my mouth/cuz froth comes out --- That's an image of a horse being beaten, some type of animal thirsting or overworked and frothing at the mouth. I jump when you circle the cherry is the clue that it's a dirty song. |
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| PJ Harvey – Lying in the Sun Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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The actual lyric is: "He is the one like God" |
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| PJ Harvey – Lying in the Sun Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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The actual lyric is: "He is the one like God" |
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| PJ Harvey – Down By The Water Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| The idea of the fish in the water seem to be mocking the man doing the harm to the girl. Perhaps he can hear her mother in his mind, "come back here, man, gimme my daughter," as the fish swim around in the water by the canal where he is doing these awful things to a girl. I also think it's a new girl and he's doing the same thing he did to his own daughter to her. | |
| Joanna Newsom – Sawdust and Diamonds Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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For me this is about what she shares with her harp. from the top of the flight of the wide, white stairs through the rest of my life do you wait for me there? --- I feel like she's talking to her harp. Making it a person almost. there's a bell in my ears there's a wide white roar drop a bell down the stairs hear it fall forevermore ---- This seems like a decision to make the bell historical. To put her music out in public. If she were to drop it in the sea, it would be blotted out, making no sound, mute as a rock. and the articulation in our elbows and knees makes us buckle as we couple in endless increase as the audience admires ---- Playing the harp for her concerts, but the audience not really understanding how attached she is to this lover, this instrument, this thing. and the little white dove made with love, made with love: made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers --- I think this refers to her first EP; Yarn and Glue. I don't think she knew what she was getting into. Perhaps she had an idea but it became something more. and the moment I slept I was swept up in a terrible tremor though no longer bereft, how I shook! and I couldn't remember then the furthermost shake drove a murdering stake in and cleft me right down through my center and I shouldn't say so, but I know that it was then, or never ---- She had to make the decision to do it, to play, to put it out. And on it goes. Basically, it's about a decision to not hide herself away and carry water and chop wood (be normal, ordinary) and that even if she tried - her desire would overtake her. "It is that damnable bell! I believe it tolls for me". So even though if she were to throw the bell (the drive) into the water, it would still take on a life of its own and come calling for her. |
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