| Queensrÿche – Open Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| This isn't a drug song, especially within the context of the album, which is about soul-searching and unity with one's fellow man. | |
| Queensrÿche – Great Divide Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| I think Geoff Tate was wrapped up in the patriotic fervor that a lot of Americans were after the 9/11 attacks, which explains why the chorus sounds kind of sappy for a Queensryche song. The message doesn't sound very deviant from the album or from Queensryche's work as a whole. It says that there's a lot of hope for us as a people, but we need to set aside our differences, which are spawned from ignorance. We have to grow, learn, and respect one another if we're going to make it in this world. | |
| Queensrÿche – Desert Dance Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| While this could be about the Burning Man, remember that this album involves a lot of soul-searching - both of the self and of society - and that a lot of the themes are bigger than just one material subject. I don't think this is about drugs; this is not a band that talks about drugs that much at all. A 'higher consciousness' might be a change in perception that causes us to see the world in a far better way, a new paradigm - this higher consciousness is more lasting than any drugs out there. | |
| Queensrÿche – Falling Behind Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| The world is going to be there tomorrow, no matter what problems are going on today, so why tarnish today with problems? It just gets tired and awful, and it would be way better if we could all put our problems behind us and not worry about falling behind a rival. | |
| Queensrÿche – Art Of Life Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| The Art of Life is apparently doing what you can to the fullest extent with what you have. We can only go as far as we can without rushing and faltering as long as we know our limits and exercise a degree of restraint. | |
| Queensrÿche – Blood Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Queensryche doesn't just do little things. Even if this is about Little Bighorn, there are way bigger things this song has to do with. This has to do with any massacre, metaphorical or physical. Any government that lies to its people, any government that kills its own is despicable. Additionally, this song appears to be told from the point of view of a group of survivors. In the face of a government that did nothing or did the wrong thing, the survivors did what they could, even though it might not have been the most right thing either. All in all, it shows how a government has to care for its people and pay attention to them instead of deluding them "for their own good." |
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| Queensrÿche – Tribe Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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"We're the same tribe." That pretty much sums this song up. It's a song about how we're all part of the human race and how we need to recognize that before our conflicts tear the world apart. |
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| They Might Be Giants – Upside Down Frown Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| This is a song about a person who feels sympathy to his wife/significant other, but even though he feels what she does, he has difficulty expressing it, difficulty showing it on his face. | |
| Héroes del Silencio – La Espuma De Venus Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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English speakers rejoice! The lyrics in English are as follows: Off guard, close to my lips harvest mouth, carnation breasts, curves of honey, corner of voices and knives of saliva. I swam naked on your swell now that the boat is sinking and only you can save me. And you doubt my doubts of my rituals, of my ruins. Between always and never I swam naked on your swell the foam of venus, the slender fruits that wanted to milk the dowser searching for water Fiction is and will be my own reality. Artists of sin I learned by heart the geography of your sugar and steel centre. Venus foam, I swam naked on your swell immaterial perfume shelter and beginning the vertical howling as an answer to your prodigies. Fiction is and will be my own reality. With the unworn disguise of diving into the ephemeral fiction is and will be the only reality. Like "Opio," this one seems pretty obvious. Sounds like it's about sex, orgasming, etc. |
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| Héroes del Silencio – Opio Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Lyrics for those who speak English: Opium is the flower of laziness, until I become only existence. The smoke of milk, like lowing cattle, slowly spreading the flavour of the universe. The one who does nothing fears nothing and from the terrestrial you will know the heavens a dark entitlement to what is delightful, will be a dream or a lie. The most trivial things become fundamental, eliminating patterns of chance. As if the wind is stirred without encouragement listen to my song's disclosures. Opium is the flower of laziness, until I become only existence. The smoke of milk, like lowing cattle, slowly spreading the flavour of the universe. Huddled in a lair like a besieged animal, worn out by tiredness and the weight of my eyelids. The most trivial things become fundamental, eliminating patterns of chance. As if the wind is stirred without encouragement listen to my song's disclosures. Splinters of air, indecipherable arcanum. In my garden of delights I belong to the breeze. I inhale the fog that floats in the Ganges, the oil of incense will be our consolation. This song is more transparent than glass, especially when you consider the song itself is named "Opium." In case you're a complete dolt, this song is about - what else? - opium and its effects. If this song turns out to be an allegory, I apologize, but I'm pretty sure this song doesn't take much analysis. |
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| Héroes del Silencio – Morir Todavía Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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The lyrics for English speakers: The smallest thing is a mystery and the sacred so simple. The weeping of the nopales behind the hussar of death. when the coyote knocked on your door, howling unwelcome notes, the shadows snatched away the dreams of the just. You can't shut away the sun under a bell. You can't delay the appointed hour. One of these days could be your last battle and we, the larvae, grow up, and we are not able to fit through the lock. The heart going through a tunnel, dark as a wreck, dying yet and not after searching without a remedy. You can't shut away the sun under a bell. You can't delay the appointed hour. The labyrinth of the dream where the demons of memory are lost. By the way, a "nopal" (pluralized "nopales" in line 3) is a pear, especially a prickly pear, like on a cactus. Sounds like a song about death and the inevitability thereof. |
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| Héroes del Silencio – Días De Borrasca Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Lyrics for the English speakers out there: The innocent get lynched to the rhythm of calumny. In the odyssey of rancour, the great inquisitor and the shrouded man, the shrouded man. In the sure, sure shelter of loneliness the crown is achieved after victory. That will not be the story of my generation. Pleasure is an abyss, the orgasm a relief against the farce farce of control of older people. As if that moment could be the first of the rest of our lives. Stormy days, eve of splendour. When the future is improbable and to think is not enough and when that which in theory cannot be, has happened ... As if that moment could be the first of the rest of our lives. Stormy days, eve of splendour. Sounds like a rebellion against the establishment, that what worked for previous generations will not work for this one. |
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| Héroes del Silencio – La Chispa Adecuada Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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The lyrics for English speakers: The words were wasps and the streets were like dunes and I'm expecting your arrival. In a coffin I guard your touch and a crown, with your hair tangled wishing to find an infinite rainbow. My hands that are still bones and your belly that tastes like bread, the cathedral is your body. Your were summer and a thousand torments, me a lion who smiles at the walls which I've repainted in the same colour. I can't distinguish between kisses and putting down roots. I can't distinguish between the complex and the simple. And you are now on my list of promises to forget everything burns if you use the right spark. The fire that was sometimes your own, but the ashes were always another's white sperm sliding through the spine. We are already much older and more honest, but so what if we look upon the "lagoon" that is called eternal absence. I can't distinguish between kisses and putting down roots. I can't distinguish between the complex and the simple. And you are now on my list of promises to forget everything burns if you use the right spark. Seems to me like the speaker is breaking off a relationship, but looking over the comments, there appears to be quite a bit of disagreement over the meaning. |
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| Héroes del Silencio – Para Siempre Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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For you English speakers: You don't have to impress me nor follow my way. I'm going to alight here on the edge of the present where the man chokes writes his last will in black chilli. The grief of being with you is the alchemy of my poison. Defeat is not an option and there are no excuses: Forever seems like a long time to me. Forever, nothing is forever ... The influence of the anger and the impulse of the tongue I don't have all my life and yet there are still boxes which hold surprises. Defeat is not an option and there are no excuses: Forever seems like a long time to me. I will come with a bitter mouth and a defeated heart ... Forever, nothing is forever ... Hope this helps some people. |
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| Héroes del Silencio – En Brazos De La Fiebre Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Lyrics for the English speakers: With the arms of fever that still embrace my forehead I've had a better thought and I'll untie the snakes of vanity. To listen is paradise and fear is a thief from whom I keep no regrets and the pain is a rehersal of death. And in the film of a drop my wings get broken. And amongst other things they don't write with illuminating ink. Paradise becomes hell and then complains. And who is doing anything about it? Born in ruins of my tastebuds the nonsense of chaos defeated me with words of praise. And in the film of a drop my wings get broken. And amongst other things they don't write with illuminating ink. Paradise becomes hell and then complains. And who is doing anything about it? Hope this helps some people out. |
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| Héroes del Silencio – Iberia Sumergida Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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For you English speakers out there: I awoke with tightly clenched fists and the insolent rage of my youth Ingenuousness absolves us from our mistakes and allows everyone to contribute what they know. They made you bread and there we consumed you, vengeance is a useless piece of junk. This is my place and this is my thorn. Iberia submerged in these clandestine rumours. You formulate questions with a seed of an answer and I know your way by heart. I do not believe in the rationality and the proprietary embrace, without an exit. Now that you suffer from insomnia you would like to die from "siesta". This is my place and this is my thorn. Iberia submerged in these clandestine rumours. Not much of an idea what the lyrics mean, hopefully these will help someone. |
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| Héroes del Silencio – Deshacer El Mundo Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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For the English speakers listening to this: Start just because and finish don't know when the blue gives me sky and the iris the changes. The heavenly bodies are no further away than the men I deal with. I repeat the other voices which feel like my own and they enclose my body with murmur of rough seas. I told you not to look back because the sky doesn't belong to you, and we have to start slowly to unmake the world. The breath of the earth and its peaceful calm, the shadow of twilight that is a shaking hand. The music reveals secrets which are now inside me. In the end and after all we are not so different. An oasis in the desert where patience is left. I told you not to look back because the sky doesn't belong to you, and we have to start slowly to unmake the world. Put me out of reach of a universal yawn. We'll see each other in exile or in a prison cell. Put me out of the comfort of my personal history. I am a predatory bird: look at my wings! I told you not to look back because the sky doesn't belong to you, and we have to start slowly to unmake the world. Not quite sure what the song means, though. |
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