| Hozier – In a Week Lyrics | 11 years ago |
| There is... a melancholy serenity in this song that is absolutely, devastatingly beautiful. The beauty of two lovers caught in eternity, content in one another and content to fade entirely into the greater glory of the forest, seems analogous to course an elderly couple, content to fade away into one another. There's a death-sense in the song, but never a morbid one really, couple that with the instrumentation, and it really does read like lovers at peace, not the heady passion of a new relationship, or even the idolatrous, all consuming devotion so readily apparent in Take Me to Church. No... here is two people at peace with one another, at peace with their end, and even finding joy in that end as they enter it together, at home with and within one another. | |
| Drill Queen – Born Depressed Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| Ha! Always good to be of service, mate. I fear it's an affliction any sentient being who puts some effort into maintaining and cultivating their rationality (instead of just taking it at face value) has to learn to cope with. This song is like bloody penicillin. | |
| Drill Queen – Born Depressed Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| Good God in Heaven, this song is amazing. There's this glorious, almost self-indulgent quality to that means it must be screamed, not sang. Really, how many of us have had those days wherein we feel the iron bars of the cage that is our psyche, where we wonder, if anyone out there is truly sapient, if they truly do have their own deep thoughts, dreams, desires, and fantastic ideas. Then someone goes and does something intolerably stupid, and solipsism seems like the cleaner option. When that moment hits, scream this song and get the bile out of your system, does wonders for ones faith in humanity. | |
| TV on the Radio – Killer Crane Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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"Across the sky Her graces glide Across the sea" "Across creation And over time Her gracious light Escapes its station" "A cold wind blows The day bestows Glum proclamation" "That we found together in time just to say "Sunshine I saw you through the hanging vine All memory of what was mine fading away And as night heals the ground And the moonlight steals the sound I could leave suddenly unafraid" "Could last so long" "The breath that leaves me" "May we find together in time, just to say" |
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| TV on the Radio – Playhouses Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| I love the sort of charged kinetic energy in this song, that sense of rampant, almost wanton sexuality. TVOTR seems to have so many songs that tug at those primal impulses in man. I swear, they play their listeners like instruments. | |
| Knaan – Fire in Freetown Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| This is a truly beautiful song, and definitely one of my favorites that he's done over the years. In case anyone is wondering, sidii hogasha roobka means 'like the falling rain' in Somali. | |
| Coldplay – Viva la Vida Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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wowww... sooo many comments. Glad there are so many as addicted to this song as I am. I don't think there's any real neeed to go int meaning on this one... with this wealth of knowledge spread over all these comments, however I always have this wierd daydream whenever I hear this song. If you're familiar with the book of Revelations, and specifically the scripture at chapter 19 verses 19 and 20: And I saw the wild beast and the kings of the earth and their armies gathered together to wage the war with the one seated on the horse and with his army. 20 And the wild beast was caught, and along with it the false prophet that performed in front of it the signs with which he misled those who received the mark of the wild beast and those who render worship to its image. While still alive, they both were hurled into the fiery lake that burns with sulphur. Lol, as they fall towards their demise I always imagine them singing this song in chorus. Yeah I know its insane, but its amusing none the less. |
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| TV on the Radio – Wolf Like Me Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| Good God I love this song so much. The layer's to it are remarkable and It's one of the first TVOTR songs i just kept playing over an d and over and over again. I mean come on, who can't get into the topic of werewolf sex, that's just a topic to end all topics. I have to agree with Seatbelts much earlier comment. I just FEEL that the song screams about corruption, but not in a necessarily bad way. I for one subscribe to the view that all mankind is inherently bad, myself included. Not so much immoral, more like amoral. We dress ourselves up in all ouf our piety, righteousness, and percieved moral accountability, when were only dressing ourselves in the skins of sheep (yay for Biblical allusions). I just get from this song the kind of insane joy that springs from such a revelation, that's only topped by bringing another person to that revelation as well, as the narrator has done to this girl. Oh so much fun, the howling at the end isn't so much out of despair or sadness, simply something like pure revelry. | |
| TV on the Radio – Halfway Home Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Hmmm... while I understand and to a point agree with the references to this song being about either loss, or death, or about never being able to be with someone again, my twisted little mind keeps bringing me back to a single track. I just can't shake the feeling I get everytime I hear this song. Like a person in your life who you love and carefore, maybe a lover, spouse, or friend, has been diagnosed with a mental ilness of some sort, and both you and they feel that they aren't really crazy. However, they're still being carted off to the insane asylum none the less. I'm not a real fan of line by line analysis, but in this case I can't help myself. The lazy way they turned your head (sort of like the person has been drugged, and now they setting her up on a gurney) Into a rest stop for the dead (The mind of a drugged individual isn't exactly vivid, however the state is temporary, so its only like a rest stop) And did it all in gold and blue and grey (I get the feel of a hospital, you know the lobbies are all bright colors and pretty, while operating and recovery rooms are still colorful, but more mellow like blue, and lastly the mental illnes ward is all shades of white and gray, virtually lifeless) The efforts to allay your dread, (Now she's come to and is trying to calm herself down) In spite of all you knew and said, (She fails, and starts to freak simply because she can't really comprehend her situation and make it a coherent thought.) Were hard to see and harder still to say A comfort plush all laced in lead (I'm really seeing a pill here. A lot of the old time snake oil potions, and cure all alls contained various amounts of lead, so I get the feeling that she's given a medicing she really doesn't need) Was sent to quell your sentiment And keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay (In reallity its just another drug to keep her calmed down and basically lowering all of her defenses.) And when a sudden silhouette Escaped the top-side of your bed(It's like the will slowly fades away over timee, and she's become just another slack jawed ward when before she was a beautiful person with thoughts and a distinct personality, and you just see it all leave her bit by bit.) I knew you'd never ever be the same Is it not me? Am I not folded by your touch? The words you spoke (almost like you're missing the time you spent with her, the conversations you had, and the intellect she demonstrated, and you mourn the fact that you may never have that again) I know too much It's over now And not enough Is it not me? The damage you hold inside your blush? (Perhaps its like the realization that she did have a few problems and she might be better off without you complicating her life.) The load you towed You showed it up It's over now And I'm insane Wild spirits winds from out your chest (Having had dreams spun by psychotropic drugs before, I can't help bu tfeel like these two stanzas are showing the dreams she's having as she lies drugged on her little white bed) Collides with world and wilderness It needs a gentle hand to call it home Now surfs the sun and scales the moon And winds the waistband of her womb All eyes ablaze the day you break your mold (like the proctors who are watching her, waiting to see if she gets 'better' or if she regresses) Is it not me? Am I not culled into your clutch? The words you spoke I know too much We're closer now And said enough Is it not me? Am I not rolled into your crush? The road you choose Unloads control See it take me so Go on throw this stone Into this halfway home. (As those two stanza's build up, followed by these two lines and the resulting crescendo in the song, It's like you've just had enough and you've choosen to take all risks and free her from the institution. When you think of it, mental institutions quite similar to halfway homes. You're 'supposed' to get 'better' whether that actually happens or not is a different story. If you don't 'heal', you stay there, and it becomes another halfway home atwixt life and death. You desire to free her from this. Throwing stones always brings up pictures of shattering glass in my mind." This is honestly just my own crazed interpretation of the song, probably not what TV on the Radio intended to convey, merely the feelings and emotions the song illicits from me. Again I aplogize for the line by line. I had a girl who I'd grown up with commited to an institution. And every time I hear this song I think of her. Hmmm.... perhaps I should go find some stones. |
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