| Woodkid – Iron Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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I always imagine a soldier on Napoleon's campaign of Russia. Especially the quintet version. It has a dirge-like quality "I'm riding up the heights of shame. I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest - I'm ready for the fight, and fate." I take as the fact that the Russians used scorched earth tactics that frustrated the French. Napoleon's troops wanted them to stop a engage. But the Russians only lured them further into Russia. "I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste, Of the blood on my lips, again" He wants to fight, or is freezing to death. "This steady (deadly?) burst of snow is burning my hands, I'm frozen to the bones, I am. A million mile from home, I'm walking away, I can't remind your eyes, your face" - Because the French were caught in the Russian winter, most if not all of the horses died as did many of the soldiers. I feel that the soldier dies during marching. I think the last line is his last thought. |
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| Guster – Satellite Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| I sing it to my son as a lullaby. Except we change the out of reach bit to Maybe you will always be, just a little bit like me. He will orbit me for a little while! ;) | |
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