| John Cale – Gideon's Bible Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I do wish John's songs meant more than they at least appear; however, the imagery takes a listener down roads he's never been to from the innocent guide of song. John Cale's native language is Welsh, and he plays with the sounds of English words to benefit his poetry: ...grand old mother greedy...the cotton ship upon the carpet...Throttling children callously, a messy day with Clancy...Struck eye first against the wall of China under fire... But John is also more aware of European history (Asian here as well) and has a great love for classic art and literature. There may be more here than I and many people would ever know. |
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| They Might Be Giants – Till My Head Falls Off Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Too much knowledge makes a mind go mad. The pills could take that nagging headache away, but why was it so important how many there were? It just was. This is the story of a strong-willed man taking a leap to do what he feels is right, but he know the outcome will not be good for him. He grows more and more nervous as the time comes closer to fire his pistol, whether to the PTA, the Senate, or the world. The anxiety from knowing what he knows is killing him though and making him lose memories and confidence. He has become paranoid that he will be taken away before he gets a chance to speak. But he cannot see clearly anymore, and we can't tell if what he has to say is right or wrong, all that matters is that he still has his endless drive. But will its effect be positive or negative? Will he even have his chance? On a side note, as someone with ADHD and high anxiety, this is like a theme song for me. :P |
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| Radiohead – Videotape Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Not taking tenses in mind, this was a beautiful scene of a dead soul who lived his life unhappy but now could see that things really were beautiful. The echoed moans come in, overlapping. Past moaning in his life, all the needless dread and worry. Also add in the image of the lost souls must like himself coming in behind him from the darkness to take him with them. And as they do, he watches the memories continue to unfold, tears in his eyes--though tears of happiness, now finally appreciating the best times in his life before the lights go out forever. But with tenses in mind, the man is not dead. Not yet. This is an actual videotape. A collection of old memories. Family life. Good times. And he's made his final realization. Same tears of happiness, but he has his final moments ahead of him. Depression cuts deep. Symbolism in an artistic mind can turn frightening. How appropriate he feels that the final clip of this video collage was for him to record his last thoughts. He knew how tomorrow his thoughts would change again and he would lose this purity as it's buried by sleep and unrelated thoughts and more pointless frustrations. A final good-bye and thank-you before he leaves on his high note, knowing that by doing so, it will be the devil's hand that takes him in the end. But how was it ever different in life? |
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| Pearl Jam – Tremor Christ Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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An argument from nothing turned vicious. Those little things he never knew conflicted with the little things he grew to accept as the way things "oughtta be". Betrayal from the love he cared for, his sad angel, found him renouncing love forever, walking in the street without looking (what does it matter). He was in his cloud, voices coming in to say it's all a lie, there's nothing but chains in love, she was a burden and now you're free. But he did love her. Something in his memory remained unbeaten and true, something from his youth, when things could be pure. You didn't need any reasons to be happy. You just needed faith. And that's why times were so happy. Ah, to reclaim that happiness again. But how? Let it go. Just believe. |
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