| Motion City Soundtrack – @!#?@! Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| "Say do harassments fill this quest?" That's the best I could get out of that ? part. | |
| Motion City Soundtrack – Worker Bee Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Imo Mark could have done a better job mastering it. The entire album is brickwalled. It still sounds okay regardless. The songs however are pretty good. Different from I Am The Movie, but in a good way. I think the song means that he's been a good slave to society (worker bee) and should be commended for his work. "It went from no good to fucked up and over" means he was a failure from the start and his entire life still went downhill. "Now that my words don't do quite what they used to" could mean his excuses that used to work are starting to fail, which contributes to being "fucked up and over" "Barreling into fresh open wounds, this I was not used to" could mean that he's coming across new problems and he doesn't know what to do. "Now that old wounds are resurfacing too it makes me feel golden it makes me feel good" could mean that his old problems are coming back along with new ones makes him feel complete And I think it's "Gone are the gladhands, black holes, and lions" and "It makes me feel golden, it makes me feel good" |
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| Motion City Soundtrack – Pulp Fiction Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I hear Smoke and mirrors and everything nice I wasn't married to the weekend I was begging on my back end Kamikaze and Miami Vice (?) She shook a few of my favorite things Like cloak and daggers So I see Barry Quin (Not sure at all about this one) I couldn't keep it all together I was spooking in the endzone ArigatÅ! Go-go-gadget arms She only took me for 10,000 yen It's like a bad dream Something from the back of a magazine Black and white and cheaply put together Like a Slasher film I'm torn in opposite directions The plot sucks but the killings are gorgeous Darkened corners at every bend I wasn't sucking down the poison I was working on the QT (I assume it's not "Working on the cutie") Shaky shaky all over the world She tried a cartwheel on every turn The creepy crawlies, the case of revenge I had the martyrs that I bartered from the barons for the bandoliers Karaoke, a feminine flaw I had a feeling this was not the end. It's like a bad dream Something from the back of a magazine Black and white and cheaply put together Like a Slasher film I'm torn in opposite directions The plot sucks but the killings are gorgeous And like a nightmare Covering the tracks that have brought you there Paranoid, frozen in the Heathers (Probably a reference from the movie Heathers, somewhat a slasher film*) Like a slasher film I'm torn in opposite directions The plot sucks but the killings are gorgeous Cave in, cave out, nothing but nervous doubt Waiting for the big bang to get me Cave in, cave out, nothing but nervous doubt Waiting for the big bang to get me Waiting for the big bang to get me Wrapped in plastic We all get the end She had to take it to the majors Couldn't keep it on the down low Silly rabbit, good grief 'til the end Another stiff at the end of the crime It's like a bad dream Something from the back of a magazine Black and white and cheaply put together Like a slasher film I'm torn in opposite directions The plot sucks, but the killings are gorgeous It's like a nightmare Covering the tracks that have brought you there Paranoid, frozen in the Heathers Like a slasher film I'm torn in opposite directions The plot sucks, but the killings are gorgeous Goddamn these killings are gorgeous *And to the people that disagree with Heathers' slasherness, I know. But it's the closest to the lyrics that still makes some sense. |
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| Motion City Soundtrack – The Weakends Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I hear: Quicksand is the color of arms Looseleaf and some liquid fiction Last Rites every friday night Am I weaker with the lights on? High tide tied around the neck The same song everybody's bleeding What makes me so different? The insides work the same You ever fear the dark? Impressions of your future The slightest gravestone whisper The stillness of your heart I feel it growing dark A fever inching deeper A fever inching to the core I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain. I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain. I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain. I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain. Shorelines all around the world Bright lights and some heavy breathing Lipstick and the dagger's kiss Just a figment of a feeling Hands pressed up against the chest Holding out for the big connection Laxed lungs never looked so good It's a junk show all the way As years go crashing by I think of all I've pondered So many minutes squandered So many things undone I'm trying to figure out How many lives I've wasted Waiting for the perfect time to start I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain. I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain. I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain. I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain. I'll kick tomorrow... I'll send the weekends... I'll kick tomorrow... I'll send the weekends... I'll kick tomorrow... I'll send the weekends... I'll kick tomorrow... (fight back at the pouring rain) I'll send the weekends... (fight back at the pouring rain) I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain. I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain. I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain. I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain. |
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