| Florence + the Machine – Bird Song Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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| Every Time I Die – Imitation Is the Sincerest Form of Battery Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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The last line everyone loves is from the film 8 1/2 by Fellini. Keith just changed one word. It's better to destroy than to create what's unessential. If you've seen the film this song makes sense. I don't know if Keith based the whole song on the movie though. Also, in some random interview I watched with him he was talking about 8 1/2. |
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| Gorillaz – Every Planet We Reach Is Dead Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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From Gorillaz' autobio, Rise of the Orge Noodle: Every planet we reach is dead. An image of...catching a glimpse of your soul, the battlefield, from above. 'I lost my land.' This is...how d'you put it...An 'unloaded question'. A proposal to question ourselves and our decisions. Russel: There's a Charles Bukowski quote that's goes something like...'If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.' You can kinda hear this sentiment in the line, 'I lost my way, what am I going to do?' Noodle: Sometimes the answers are not available. And sometimes describing the problem is a part of the solution. Murdoc: And sometimes, if you ignore a problem, it'll go away...eventually. It's really just about losing and finding your soul through the decisions and actions you make. The beauty of good song writing though is when you can interpret the song in many ways, which you've all done. It'd odd though how songs are always turned into a love song. That's what most seek for in life. |
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| Every Time I Die – I Been Gone a Long Time Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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This song is for Buffalo. That's what Keith said when they came home last night. Wow, glad I live in this city, hahaha. |
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| Every Time I Die – Wanderlust Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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This is right out of the lyric book: I dropped my conscious and cast another stone. I took to preaching while dancing on the coals. I can't say where I've been and only god knows where I'll be but there must be a place for a wretch like me. Oh, lord knows I'm tired but I won't rest my head until I'm home. And if my hands find themselves another body, well, you can"t blame them for trying to keep warm. Morals are simply a matter of time. And where you lay your heads a question of pride. But, when its said and done, you'll find it in the lines that privilege and wit made me misfortunes child. Can't tell collapse that it needs to slow down. Can't tell death that it shouldn't come around. And when they take my head and put it on a stake I'll know that guilt and disgrace keep the dead men awake. Bartering your vigor for paralyzing love. What have you done? I took the scaffold and laughed until I fell. Girl if you need me, grab another from the well. I can't imagine what hell might have in store but I know once I'm there I won't wander anymore. Oh lord know I'm tired but I won't rest my head until I'm home. And if my hands find themselves another body, well, you can't blame them for trying to keep warm. Oh, lords knows I'm tired but I won't rest my head until I'm home. And if my hands find themselves another body, well, you can't blame them for trying to keep warm. Oh, lord knows I'm weak but I can't clear my head if I'm asleep. Morals are simply a matter of time. And where you lay your heads a question of pride. But when its said and done, you'll find it in the lines that privilege and wit made me misfortunes child. Can't tell collapse that it needs to slow down. Can't tell death that it shouldn't come around. And when they take my head and put it on a stake I'll know that guilt and disgrace keep the dead men awake. We've lived under this dark cloud forever. Waiting for the bad luck to break. Just let me try that one again. With a little more feeling. We've slept at the crossroads together, trying to make an honest mistake. Just let me try that one more time. Without a smile on my face. Another road as empty as every promise is. If life is pointless, then point taken. Say amen. Light another candle, put my body out to sea because your heart is no place for a wretch like me. Another stranger passing, a common dissonance. If life is pointless, then point taken. Say amen. Light another candle, put my body out to sea because your side is no place for a wretch like me. When they unearth these passages, will I appear to be proud? Not if you're listening close enough. Not if you're sounding it out. |
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