| Gnarls Barkley – Blind Mary Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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"Seriously, stop lighting up joints when they play this song live. You're embarrassing yourselves and pissing other people off." Pissing people off or pissing YOU off? How do you know Cee-lo doesn't smoke? "Blind Mary is anyone who can love unconditionally and that's a rare quality" I love this statement, because it can back up the people who view it as a song about marijuana. Something doesn't have to be a person to love it. And there IS such things as dual meanings. I will take this song as about love period. I love Mary too, and I love LOVE. I agree with Cee-Lo. Unconditional love IS a rare quality, but its Oh so lovely. |
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| Gnarls Barkley – Blind Mary Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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"Seriously, stop lighting up joints when they play this song live. You're embarrassing yourselves and pissing other people off." Pissing people off or pissing YOU off? How do you know Cee-lo doesn't smoke? "Blind Mary is anyone who can love unconditionally and that's a rare quality" I love this statement, because it can back up the people who view it as a song about marijuana. Something doesn't have to be a person to love it. And there IS such things as dual meanings. I will take this song as about love period. I love Mary too, and I love LOVE. I agree with Cee-Lo. Unconditional love IS a rare quality, but its Oh so lovely. |
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| Agalloch – You Were But A Ghost In My Arms Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm. Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall... Amber nectar, misery ichor, Cascading in streams of hallowed form. For each stain, a forsaken shadow. You are the lugubrious spirit, Etched in the oak of wonder. You are the sullen voice and the silent storm. Each night I lay, awakened by her shivering silent voice, From the shapes in the corridor walls. It pierces the solitude, Like that of a distant scream, In the pitch black forest of my delusion... With each passing day, A deeper grave... Why did you leave me to die? Why did you abandon me? Why did you walk away, And leave me bitterly yearning? Her haunting, contorted despair was etched into the wood's grain. Though fire rages within me, No fire burns fiercer than her desire. The shape whispers my name... I, damn this oak. I, damn her sorrow. I, damn these oaken corridors, That bear the ghosts of those I've thrown away. Though tempted I am to caress her texture divine And taste her pain sweet, Sweet like brandy wine. I must burn these halls, These corridors, And silence her shrill tormenting voice, Forever... Like snowfall, you cried a silent storm. Your tears stain this dust in my hands. But from this ashen gray, her voice, Whispers my name... You were the lugubrious spirit, Who haunted the oak of wonder. You were the geist that warned, This frozen silent storm. You were but a ghost in my arms. |
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| Agalloch – You Were But A Ghost In My Arms Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| I think I got it. I was NEVER able to interpret a song in my life. I think this song is about fog. Im very excited to think this but heres my theory. "Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm." Fog isnt loud like a thunderstorm, its silent like snowfall. "your tears. . .oaken wall" Im gonna guess the moisture from the fog is leaving moss, possibly. The amber nectar is sap, my guess. some of the other lyrics could of just been thrown in there for the music or the flow but lastly. you were but a ghost in my arms. You cant catch fog, its un-catch-able. :) | |
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