| The Magnetic Fields – Everything Is One Big Christmas Tree Lyrics | 11 years ago |
| @[artslut:705] Until I checked here, I had understood Stephin to be saying "Santie" as in "Santie - Claus". Listening again, there's definitely a pronounced "d" in there, but I still feel he's using Sandy in place of Santa - perhaps a childish mispronunciation? Longing for some real-life significant individual who feels as far away as the north pole when you're lonely at a christmas celebration? | |
| Savages – Shut Up Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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Okay; I edited these very incorrect lyrics soon after they were first posted, but for some reason Songmeanings doesn't respect efforts to edit incorrect lyrics and has been sporadically ignoring changes but accrediting editors nonetheless. That's silly. Below are the correct lyrics, copied directly from the Savages website, including the opening which is an excerpt from the John Cassavetes film 'Opening Night'. *** "Come on in, I have the bar set up! How about a drink?" "No, thank you." "Oh come on, loosen up a little! Have a drink." "No thank you. I don't want one." "Sit down. Should we call room service? You're not hungry?" "No, thank you," "How old are you, really? I'm trying to be patient? How old are you? I'm 65. How old are you?" TOO MANY TO CONVINCE TOO MANY TO HIRE AND NOTHING YOU EVER OWN THE WORLD’S A DEAD SORRY HOLE AND I’M COLD, AND I’M COLD AND I'M COLD, AND I’M STUBBORN I’M SICK TO KEEP IT OPEN WIDE AND SPEAKING WORDS TO THE BLIND SPEAKING WORDS, TO THE BLIND SPEAKING WORDS, TO THE BLIND AND THE SOUL OF THE PURE AND THE EYES OF THE LOVER AND THE ONE WHO TRULY SAW YOUR SOUL AND THE ONE WHO TRULY SAW YOUR SOUL I’M THE ONE, WHO TRULY SAW YOUR SOUL I’M THE ONE, WHO TRULY SAW YOUR SOUL AND IF YOU TELL ME TO SHUT UP AND IF YOU TELL ME TO SHUT IT DID YOU TELL ME TO SHUT UP OH IF YOU TELL ME TO SHUT IT I’LL SHUT IT NOW YOUNG, JUST BORN FRAGILE AND TREMBLING SOUL YOU HOLD IT TO THE LIGHT THAT POURS DOWN THE MOON AT NIGHT YOU KEPT ON HOLDING IT YOU KEPT ON HOLDING IT IT WAS A DANGEROUS THING TO DO BUT YOU DID IT WHEN NO ONE KNEW WHEN THE EYES WERE CLOSED AND THE PEOPLE ASLEEP NOT AN ANIMAL NOT A HUMAN NOT A SOUL NOT A SOUL AND IF YOU TELL ME TO SHUT UP AND IF YOU TELL ME TO SHUT IT DID YOU TELL ME TO SHUT UP OH IF YOU TELL ME TO SHUT IT I SHUT IT NOW I AM A BREAKER OF OCEAN LEADEN LIKE A BULLET TO THE SUN I AM A BREAKER OF OCEAN LEADEN LIKE A BULLET TO THE SUN, TO THE SUN, TO THE SUN… |
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| The Knife – Lasagna Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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Jeez, "pleasedontlaugh"! Hmm. I gotta say that one hurt. I know, of course, that it's foolish of me, or any other listener of The Knife to take your comment personally. However, there's something about condemning the vacuity of these and other lyrics that makes me feel invalidated; these words and the way they are arranged, are things I enjoy largely due to my taste, but also because I feel myself in them. It is of course self-flattery to say I occupy words written by artists I've never met, but I can at least recognize their cadence, poetic device, and attachment to certain lyrical and musical trends as something that I too would try to express. Some of the worst moments of my life have been times when I've tried to convey my feeling to those who had no patience for my expression. It sucks going to bed knowing that no matter how many times you could rephrase something, your feelings will always lie beyond the threshold of your audience, and you have to give up. The cleverness of the Knife, to me, has a great deal to do with eliciting empathy in a way that is natural, but unexpected. The mundane and disarming memories of a lost friend cooking, running, and living are inevitably inter-cut with the desperate, dashed hopes that could have saved them. The "beats" suit the feeling. The chords of the verses come out with a melancholy nostalgia, but as soon as the word "waited" is dropped, a false past is made and the chords try in futility to reach a major progression again. The coda, where the speaker speaks presumably about how she copes with the loss, can't get anywhere major either. She can't turn up satisfying answers, finding only that what is lost is lost, a realization met with a descending cry. It's not my will to contrive a false empathy for those who don't find these lyrics meaningful, but you certainly provided my with an excellent chance for reflection, so thanks! Enjoy what you do. |
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