| The Dresden Dolls – Missed Me Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| I don't think I'm right, but I thought this song was about a little girl who threatens to claim an older man molested her as a means of coercing him into some kind of relationship. Creeped me out. | |
| The Dresden Dolls – Dear Jenny Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Looking at these lyrics, I kind of wish this were the version released. I love this song today, but these lyrics seem more direct and potent. My girlfriend is in an inpatient program right now. I kind of wonder if she'd relate to this at all... |
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| Lemon Demon – Switzerland Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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I think this song is about how sometimes, people just have that urge to leave their lives behind ad go somewhere. I think the nature of Switzerland in this song, a distant place of which little is known, is about how this desire is often irrational, since the only aim is something different. |
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| Lemon Demon – White Bread Boyfriend Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| I think it's about high school dating, particularly among shallow people who lack any real ability to connect on any level but a very basic one. | |
| Lemon Demon – Sky is Not Blue Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Dude, are you serious, or is this a joke? That seems like the most ridiculous possible extrapolation of what's actually written there that's even possible. |
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| Lemon Demon – Consumer Whore Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| I thought that this song was just about the increasingly shallow and materialistic society that we live in. Seems simple enough... | |
| Lemon Demon – Fine Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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To me, it seems very clear that this song is actually mocking unflinching optimism. The line that prominently suggests this is: "I know I'm full of crap, but still" |
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| Nine Inch Nails – Sunspots Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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I thought this song was about the seductiveness of drugs, and how they slowly destroy your life. That might just relate to my life at the moment, though. "Sunspots cast a glare in my eyes Sometimes I forget I'm alive I feel it coming and I've gotta get out of its way I hear it calling and I come cause I can't disobey I should not listen and I shouldn't believe But I do... yes, I do" The damage drugs have done to his mind are he sunspots, casting a glare, obscuring the clarity of the world. You can't ignore it or get away from it because it feels too good to avoid. "She turns me on She makes me real I have to apologize For the way I feel" Drugs feel damned good. "My life, it seems, has taken a turn Why in the name of God would I ever want to return? Peel off our skin, we're gonna burn what we were to the ground Fuck in the fire, and we'll spread all the ashes around I want to kill away the rest of what's left And I do... yes, I do" It feels so good to turn away from life, to escape, and to destroy the bits of your life that remain that stay between you and your bought happiness. This represents submission to the desire to get fucked up, to muss about with your state of mind to produce a temporary euphoria, "fucking in the fire," enjoying the moment where your flesh is burning away. "And nothing can stop me now (stop me now) There is nothing to fear (fear) And everything I'd ever want (ever want) Is inside of here (of here)" You convince yourself that you don't need to come back to reality. Everything you need in terms of happiness can be found in your drug haze. "Now I just stare into the sun And I see everything I've done I think I could have been someone But I can't stop what has begun" You can't run anymore; you've burnt yourself down to nothing in your dependency, You can't get away, but you're too useless to do anything but look back at your fucked up life and wonder what the hell has happened. "When everything is said and done And there is no place left to run I think I used to be someone Now I just stare into the sun" He use to be someone, but now all he does is stares at his life and wishes things were different. But of course, this likely relates more to my stage in life than Trent's. |
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