| Cold War Kids – Avalanche in B Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| I think this song is about death. WHITE'S ALL I SEE- when you die you "go into the light," SNOW PACKS LIKE CEMENT I CAN STAND- when you're dead you dont feel like your falling, or being pushed down, like you cant stand up straight, you're downtrodden, REMAIN CALM WHILE RESCUE MAKES PLANS- remain calm while the doctors are working/ or wait until God figures out where you will go (heaven/hell). I'm not quite sure if i'm right, but it sounds good to me. this is an odd song, i was listening to it one day, and my dad walked into my house and asked "who is dying in here?" I was deeply offended, now whenever he comes over i play Cold War Kids's songs i think he'll like! | |
| Cold War Kids – Expensive Tastes Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Strings Attached Fake eyelashes Broke apart the piggy bank For petty cash sensitive sister Blush and don't stare Watch the children squabbling In the square Tip my hat Low windows Once i saw you naked There was nothing to show Piano place And out of tempo Of all the girls in her class she's the most refined I'd like to be there In the morning When you wake up Maybe pipe dreams, But come Easter We could pack up I'd like to be there In the morning When you wake up Maybe pipe dreams, But come Easter We could pack up (Whaooo Whaooo) I'd like to show up At your doorstep WEARING THE WINTER TIE MY NEIGHBOR TIED And meet your family, Compliment cokking Drink the beer that your uncle's a-brewing Flat out refuse to take that job Just because i'm poor don't mean i can't be a snob Strawberry hair Fair, freckled skin Waiting like a creep outside cotillion Shy expression Shawl on her shoulders Bought this house with money That your grandfather stole Much too young, save imagination Ruin an elegant girls reputation I'd like to be there In the morning When you wake up Maybe pipe dreams, But come Easter We could pack up (Whaooo, Whaooo) And when they ask me My occupation I'm a-praying and working on my patience I GOT NO PREFERENCE Politic party Her aunt's taking away my car keys Mass lets out Rolling smokes for trade Drink my weight in coffee At the penny arcade Rows of shoes Shelves of jewlery Mama's dying her hair in the vanity Daddy's watch too tight Try silver spoon for size Harder than a needle through a camel's eye Folks gather around the table Find thier place Boy, if that girl don't have expensive tastes! THESE ARE THE LYRICS! I HAVE LISTENED TO THIS SONG A MILLION TIMES! |
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