| Voxtrot – Future Pt. 1 Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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"Hey, this is the future And we don't grow up like that Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails And we scratch to the bottle when we need" For this part, I always thought the last line went "and we scratch to the bottom of meaning" It sounds pretty close, and makes more sense to me. But it's probably just another case of misheard lyrics! |
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| Voxtrot – Four Long Days Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Here's my interpretation! In the first stanza, the author refers to the protagonist’s pure beginnings, before his fall through the four long days. The character is stuck for four days in a town he does not belong to, and as an “innocent,” probably spoiled and pampered kid, he pretends to know about misery when he vacations, as if his life were so horrible as to need a vacation, or find a need to complain about it. However, he has never felt the “cold sun beating down” his backs, as those with true hardships have to face. It's also interesting that he refers to the sun as cold. Through the contrast he portrays the sun as not only constant and oppressive, but relentless and cold. The character watches T.V., lives the good life and flirts with fate, perhaps a reference to women, drugs, or just the overall carelessness he approaches life with. I'm honestly not quite sure what "you shouldn't cry you're willing and able" refers to, though maybe it's Voxtrot's way of saying "quit whining about your own problems, you haven't even felt the cold sun beating down on you yet" In the 4th, climactic stanza, the character seems to be in a confrontation with a cop, perhaps over his drug problems, evinced through his staredown, where Voxtrot shows that the main character has now gotten more than he bargained for. Still, the character is about to face trouble, but has yet to feel the cold sun beating down, a reoccurring theme. At a certain point, the character seems to plead with the cop, that he can’t understand what having a house and three young children to support, as he is (from my interpretation) probably a single bachelor. By the time he shouts “please please forgive me for what I’ve done,” the character has killed the cop or something else equally egregious. In the next stanza, the character is either going home or is riding in a police car to the jail. During the ride over, he thinks of his home, the sweet life, that he can no longer return to because of his actions. Finally, Voxtrot reflects back on the beginning of the four long days, when he was bored in the vacation house’s living room with an ugly drug fix that killed his, and others’ days. This vice eventually led to the confrontation, the characters incarceration, and the hot sun begins to beat down on the main character, as he begins to cry. Alternatively, the hot sun might just be financial problems setting in, as his drug problem spirals out of control. This is just my opinion of course, but I think the 4th stanza was jarring enough to warrant such an interpretation. |
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| Voxtrot – Four Long Days Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Here's what I think the lyrics say Lights are fading, the feeling is back This is the closest thing to disaster Keep on fading, snow white into black The kind of thing you laugh about after And we were stuck, stacking misery Four long days, in an ugly town We pretend to know about misery And never felt the cold sun beating down But you will soon Watching TV, and flirting with fate He drank my cold soul under the table Fame and fever, to risk and relay You shouldn't cry you're willing and able I have locked, an ugly image here Avoiding the cop, in an ugly stare And staring back, it's what you bargained for You never felt the cold sun beating down But you will soon You have this family to support One house and three young children, biting at your hands I don't pretend to understand But listen, listen, listen, I, I, I , I, I Have never liked that look in your eyes And I, I, I, I, I Am still shouting "please, please, forgive me for what I've done" What have I done? Why is this taking so long? The love is cold but The engine is warm I think of home, I think of the sweet life Of sweat and sunshine, and sandals and shorts We had the field mice on the hi-fi We got bored, in our own living room So we got stuck with an ugly fix That kills your days, and makes you forget a lot And then you feel the hot sun beating down, and you start to cry |
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