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| The Van Pelt – The Speeding Train Lyrics
| 15 years ago
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everything beautiful. small things, you know? finding satisfaction in the chin of your dog or the architecture of a single ceiling. who doesn't stop to watch a train of boxcars go by? when you get to the shade enjoy it, don't dwell with a negative anticipation upon the summer sun lingering above. it's not a malicious entity. without sun you'd have no shade. never let these things go. they're the key to sanity, don't turn to petty insults and the marginalization of other people for your enjoyment. just look around. feels good. |
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| I Wrote Haikus About Cannibalism In Your Yearbook – Untitled 03 Lyrics
| 16 years ago
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meaning(from insert): i was in love once, and i did nothing but think up elaborate ways for us to be together "forever", but that was a long time ago. i was afraid of being alone. suicide is never any sort of answer, not even to complete your fairytale romance...trust me... |
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| I Wrote Haikus About Cannibalism In Your Yearbook – Untitled 06 Lyrics
| 16 years ago
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meaning(from insert): open casket. i could tell they took out his brain because there were leather stitches on his head. he looked so old, and i didn't feel aything until almost 10 years later. it still fucks me up to this day... i never got to meet my dad, now that i'm an adult i only knew him as a child. maybe he will appear to me in a dream or something one day...just to talk..or say hi. that would be nice. |
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| I Wrote Haikus About Cannibalism In Your Yearbook – Untitled 12 Lyrics
| 16 years ago
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meaning(from insert): this song is about finding someone who gives you the confidence to let your guard down and trust them with your said broken mess of a heart. this song is very personal...most of the lines are metaphors and direct references to a past relationship. i don't want to talk about it. |
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| I Wrote Haikus About Cannibalism In Your Yearbook – Untitled 09 Lyrics
| 16 years ago
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meaning(from insert): i have been let down countless times by people i've allowed to become close to me. it hurt me more than anything. i have dealt with loss and betrayal all throughout my life. a few times i wanted to make sure that i would never have to feel that ever again, but i realized that there is always hope and you shouldn't look to ayone for happiness or live your life for the approval of others...inside you are strong enough to overcome anything. your life is in your own hands. |
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| Jawbreaker – Ache Lyrics
| 16 years ago
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change as a variety of escapism. it's a coping mechanism, a life raft. maybe not a subconscious happening, but certainly someone intelligent could lead themselves to believe it's not happening, or rather that it's a natural progression rather than one of, maybe, cowardice. 'just take me, lead me on' - there's a fear of living, what does it even entail to be in complete control of one's own life? living by pre-supposed rules and following someone else's instructions is oh so much easier, despite being a copout. he(not necessarily blake, but i need to give the song a body) doesn't like himself for whatever reason, likely he blames himself for failed past loves. he's more in love with the idea of what was than anyone at the moment. plagued by nostalgia, his regret and longing for the past(it'll never be the same) is almost unbearable. i think we've all been here. |
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| Braid – The Chandelier Swing Lyrics
| 16 years ago
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I'd assume this song's vague nature is intentional, and any attempt to derive a specific meaning or story is fraught with folly. The fluidity allows it to be applicable to a variety of situations across a multitude of lives. That's talented lyricism. For me, it hits fucking hard. It's dreadfully and terribly beautiful. I'm not ready to give up, I'm waiting, and maybe i'm not persistant in my pursuits, but the feeling is. "I think a lot like you, and it's not what it should be". Maybe I'm not going through anything close to the events that inspired this song, but it doesn't matter. It fits. |
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| Rainer Maria – Portland Lyrics
| 16 years ago
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I meant for that to be a comment, rather than a reply. I don't know if I can edit posts. I guess it serves its purpose. |
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| Rainer Maria – Portland Lyrics
| 16 years ago
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And one day, you wake up and the feeling is gone. And it's never coming back. Open wounds turn to scars, constant reminders, but the feeling is no longer pain, it's dull, it has receded into something different. Change. Freed from yourself, and after being a slave, to your heart, stomach, and constant reminders of her, for any length of time, it hits hard. It's not something you willingly relinquish. |
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| Cap'n Jazz – Yes, I Am Talking To You Lyrics
| 16 years ago
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Tim Kinsella's nonsensical musings are all about feelings. I don't think they're meant to mean anything concrete, and in a sense that's a lot more meaningful.
There's a lot of seasonal references. Maybe bitter reminders of bygone summer lovers, how fickle they can be, or fond rememberance. I suppose that's up to individual interpretation. To me, it's all cuddling and puppy love. Being a kid. |
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| Boy Problems – I Swallowed a Bug Lyrics
| 16 years ago
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The effects of following a daily routine, continually, can be numbing. Thoroughly. It's all back to being human in a second when you meet that person or find that thing that really makes you feel alive. Ultimately, those people and things are just as insignificant as everything else, but does it matter in that moment? Not in the least. You and me becoming an us. There's a little hope inside of everyone, yearning for that moment, whether for a fairytale prince or the boy sitting next to you in 7th period physics. |
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