| Nana Grizol – Tiny Rainbows Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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amazing song. to me, it says we are our collective experiences. as people enter and leave our lives, they impact us, for better or worse, and we carry that with us. or in the words of the song, we start off as one single color and as people influence us, we take on their colors (and become tiny rainbows). |
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| Cursive – The Martyr Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Just my view on the song, but there seems to be two central characters, the martyr, and the angel. I think the first two verses draw a definite corollary between the martyr and Jesus just from some of the word choices "And so it's begun This is year one The birth of a child In the form of a man" "On a lonely messiah Now he drinks with the lepers" as well as the references to angels, crosses, etc. The martyr sees himself as this saintly character, suffering all these injustices, when in fact he's a drunkard who brings it upon himself. This time, he's lost his "better half" (the limb), but still feels like he's not to blame; it's the "nine to five." The last verse is from the significant other (the angel) telling him to write a song about her, casting himself as the wronged person; that is after all how he is successful. |
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| Defiance, Ohio – Calling Old Friends Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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I identify with this song so much. Just graduated from college and my two best friends and I all went separate ways. Now I commute an hour to work and am trying to figure out my life, unsuccessfully. "find ourselves alone ever since the day were born, so we seek someone to sew sutures in the places where we're torn" such a poignant line. |
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| Astronautalis – Barrel Jumping (A Man of Letters) Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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This song is beautiful, incredibly vivid in description, and open to being interpreted a number of ways. I see it on the surface as a description of a man killing himself by going over the falls in a barrel, but also as a metaphor for the death of a relationship that is seen as one-sided. in regards to the end of the song: there's nothing left but a mess of splinters, flailing limbs, the water sounds just like the record's end. Just like the record's end. Just like the record's end. There's no big bang there's no big mess, there's no big parade no big cheques. It's not about him coming to terms with his death/the death of the relationship, or learning to live with things, just a description of the end. Quiet, insignificant, unnoticed by the outside world. All that's left in the end is a small mess that gets swept away in the swirling waters. |
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