| Daniel Martin Moore – It's You Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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The following are the official lyrics, as found on Daniel's website: are you not that sycamored place where my thoughts journey and cling a familiar voice in the flutter of silver leaves and the swell of strings is it not you who seeks me out sews goodness and holds me dear who draws me out with pen in hand again with my heart laid bare it's you oh my darling it's you a gentle greeting in the morning let the exodus begin we've left this place nigh on a thousand times and we'll leave it again in the evening that makes you so lovely we'll find a place to be in the swirling music the flurry of castanets you are there with me it's you oh my darling it's you |
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| Mumford & Sons – Lovers' Eyes Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| I would say, "Laura Marling, stop breaking boys' hearts," but good music keeps coming out of it. | |
| Johnny Flynn – Eyeless in Holloway Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| Oh, and actually, the chorus should be "burnt" not "burned." Curse you, variant British spelling! | |
| Johnny Flynn – Eyeless in Holloway Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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The above lyrics are very close. Good job! Here are the correct ones, as transcribed from Johnny's handwritten notes in the vinyl booklet. There's a man at hand There's a way between With the sinking sand And a crooked dream Collared off at the molten age of nine Summoned up for walking down the line They lost eyes in old city streets Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek Filled his boots And he tipped his cap And a root-de-toot With the boss and that Told a girl of the summer by the sea Said to her, "Would you like to go with me?" "When there's time." And the conker drops And the signals changes From a-hard to soft In with changes, always out with time Nothing left but walking down the line They lost eyes in old city streets Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek Drag your looseness through the den And come out less with sporting when Mould to fit and you'd be feeling now She is when and he is always how Then a sweetness and it's sweeter scented And the fury's swimming till the fury's vented And lost in form might be to lost in time What join the dots might be to walk the line They lost eyes in old city streets Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek They lost eyes in old city streets Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek They lost eyes in old city streets Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek |
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| Noah and the Whale – The First Days of Spring Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I'm probably grasping at straws, but these lyrics... "But like a cut down tree, I will rise again And I'll be bigger and stronger than ever before" ... reminded me of Laura Marling's 'Cross Your Fingers': "You'll be reborn, bigger and stronger And less alive" Although they are not uncommon sentiments, I wonder if some of the lyrics in this song are intentionally or unintentionally reminiscent of ex-girlfriend/band-mate Laura Marling's previous song in the same way that she uses "I'd be sad that I never held your hand as you were lowered" in 'Blackberry Stone' (see Noah and the Whale's 'Hold My Hand As I'm Lowered'). It's probably nothing, and I don't really know what Laura's song is even about, but I just thought it interesting how artists may or may not influence each other. P.S. This is one of the most heart-wrenching yet optimistic break-up albums I've ever heard. Brilliance. So, uh, thank you, Laura for the inspiration. I guess. |
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| Johnny Flynn – All The Dogs Lying Down Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Some of Johnny's lyrics are a bit obscure, that's for sure. Here are the correct lyrics to "All The Dogs Are Lying Down," as gleaned from his handwritten notes in the LP. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries Carpets laid, no thought for furniture... All the dogs are lying down All the dogs are lying... All the dogs are lying down All the dogs are lying... As I crept wayward cracking bones The steeple rose, the way unknown. The steeple jarred I set me down And listened to the furnished ground. "She saith soft things," said one who lay - I turned to see the one turn grey! An ash-burnt brim with naught he wept But to the ground my ear had bent. "Say softer things than e'er," saith I The while my horse had run a mile And lying in the black I wept - For ne'er a lad so wayward crept. Listening hard I felt too young - The waywards talk with older tongues... SCREWS ON! SCREWS UP! LEFT DOWN! LIP OUT! Burned by day! Marooned by night! Lost in a battle and found in a fight Creep off ash-stained Jump off, six lanes One left and one gone! None left and I'm gone! I'm gone! I'm gone! I'm gone! I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries Carpets laid, no thought for furniture All the dogs are lying down All the dogs are lying... All the dogs are lying down All the dogs are lying... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This just might be my favorite of his. The pictures he paints and the emotions he inspires are second to none. I think this song is about the passing of things, and of trying to regain them. We find ourselves in an era of tawdry, of apathy. Life is no longer important, no longer meaningful, no longer worth the effort. We might as well give up, pass away, lie down. The singer, however, grasps desperately at the ghosts of the past. It seems he has stumbled into a graveyard, and ear to the ground, overhears (or, at least, imagines) the stories and lives of those who came before. He is filled with sadness for having not been a part of it, and exhilarating freedom for having glimpsed what has been and could be. But it is not to last, for all things must pass away. There's a short story in the LP about discovering an old desolate gypsy caravan, which, I think, explores similar themes. Johnny writes, "This place...filled me with both hope and a deep sadness. The sadness came from the feeling of not being a part of the civilization we had stumbled upon. From missing it... This was a place where the past sat for us, waiting to be unearthed, so we could discover the customs of old. I felt like the carefully constructed chamber in which I lived had just been blown away leaving me as a free-floating entity in space, seeing all history at the same time." But by the end of the story, the narrator has returned to the pervasive monotony of real life, "feeling stuck in [his] young body." Sorry for writing an Epic. Mr. Flynn's work, like any poet's, requires much thought and examination. I'm still working through it... |
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| Mumford & Sons – Sigh No More Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Found Mumford & Sons by way of the impeccable Johnny Flynn. Ah, so much talent.. Anyway, since M&S are drawing from Much Ado About Nothing, I think a few lyric corrections are in order. This first line should read, "Serve God, love me and mend," as it is a direct quote. The missing line after "Sigh no more" is "One foot in sea, one on shore," a line that is also in Shakespeare's "Sigh no more, ladies..." song. That said, I think that this song is about the inconstancy of man (in terms of both the individual and humanity), and how we all desire to be profoundly and selflessly loved despite our tendency to perpetuate the opposite. On one level, I think this is about someone who wants to break a pattern of hurt and is trying to convince the other person that he is able to love purely and unconditionally. On another level, and this is what spoke to me, is the idea that God is love, and he is the answer to our brokenness. He is able to love us in ways beyond what we cannot fathom, and through him, we can learn to love as he loves. |
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