| Stone Sour – Through Glass Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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I just watched the video on YouTube and I realized what it was. Through glass, through a lens. In a photograph! I'm looking at you through the glass Don't know how much time has passed All I know is that it feels like forever He's looking at photographs of loved ones, perhaps those who've passed away or have long abandoned him because of his alcohol habit. He's remembering them, but it feels like it was so long ago. They remind him of a better time of his life, it reminds him of home. |
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| Stone Sour – Through Glass Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Setting aside alcoholism, I really connected this and Say You'll Haunt Me together. Through Glass makes me think of somebody who feels separated from somebody they love. I think there's an undercurrent of a pregnancy: "When something like a soul becomes initialized And folded up like paper dolls and little notes" When you pair it with Say You'll Haunt Me, it screams double suicide, with a tinge of infanticide depending on where you think life begins. |
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| Atreyu – Gallows Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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This is easily one of my favorite songs by Atreyu (I've been a loyal fan since Suicide Notes and Butterfly Kisses). I imagine that our two favorite singers are speaking to each other in this song. It seems these are two sides of an internal monologue. The individual's (Id, perhaps?) is trying to be honest with himself and he is trying to get over his hang-ups, but is simultaneously berating him for feeling that way. The phrases "Don't think we don't see your scars? Are you afraid of who you are?" may be spoken from the perspective of the Super-Ego adopting the attitude, "don't be a whiny bitch, just walk it off". While that may be the useful front to put up for social interactions, the Super-Ego and Id are in conflict, meanwhile the Ego has to find a way to come to terms with these two conflicting feelings. |
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| Placebo – English Summer Rain Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| I think this song is about being at any time in your life where you're stuck in a rut. I remember listening to this when I thought I was addicted to pot. I listen to the song now, where I'm separated from my vice of choice, and it reverberates for me almost exactly the same way. Stuck in the mud, so to speak, and the rain keeps coming down. It's not going to be pretty if you don't get out before it floods. | |
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