| of Montreal – I Was a Landscape in Your Dream Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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I think it's about someone giving up or falling out of love with a self-absorbed someone else. His head, or his own little dream, is expiring as he realizes he's nothing more than the physical embodiment of someone else's dream. This person is in love with the idea of love and misses out on the idea of relationships involving 2 people. She wants a landscape, something she can control, a solid/constant. Quick to label, calculate, categorize. Things that don't involve a 2nd party's feeling. |
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| of Montreal – Don't Ask Me to Explain Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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It's so easy to lie to myself And pretend that I could love you But I can't This song is spot-on homosex love the way I'm seeing it. It's all about not accepting yourself and not wanting to explain... an explanation would force him to accept whatever confusion is going on. The angry sea stays outside the comfy house this way.. If he marries all of his close friends, he can be gay without being gay, yet he'd never be intimate with who he wants, thus the saddening "who will be watching my body when I sleep/who will i believe in?" It's also expressing responsibility. "How will I ever know you enough to love you/if you're hiding who you are?" If he never gets over the shyness, isn't ready to come out, lalala, he can't blame anyone else for not finding love. Pretending to love the people you can't love gets you pretty much nowhere real. |
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| MGMT – Weekend Wars Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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I think this song is interesting because (like so many) it can be interpreted multiple ways. This is why I like lyrics. More people can relate. I want to say that the song is about how easy our generation has it. Beaches aren't quivering from fear of boat wakes (attackers, likely) and we don't have to live like cavemen painting with plants and hunting for food with pointy sticks. Rather than actually needing knives for survival (in most cases) we use them as tools to do less important things like cutting hair and scaring children. We don't really have to do anything for ourselves because someone else, (ancestors and such) has already written battle plans as they've layed the simple sidewalks we trample. And if weekend wars need explaining, it seems like we only have time for partying because of our lifestyles of ease. There's not so much left for us to do, so if we want to, we can turn off our brains, and when things get hard, we can just hop in a car and take off. If it's totally about drugs, I'd pick shrooms. Quivering beaches would probably be representative of any sort of ground and its constant motion in that kind of state. Too lazy to do anything, apmlified everything, and instant writings on sidewalks/walls, check, check, check. Honestly, I hope it's deeper than drugs, and it probably is, but everything seems capable of being a grand metaphor for just about everything else, so it all works. |
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