| Pomegranates – 50's Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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I hear this one quite a bit differently. You are my dreams I can't believe. You ((had)) one wish that you set free. All things ((they)) pass beneath your breath. All things ((they)) find purpose in death. ((because you are all)) [x16] (So come on baby you are all that I want, so come on baby) You are so beautiful [x4] All things ((they)) pass beneath your breath All things ((they)) find purpose in death ((because you are all)) [x16] |
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| Electric President – Ether Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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In my download this song is called "It's like a heartbeat, only it isn't" but whatever... Anyway here: Then I fall asleep again And by myself I'm wondering A forest made of skeletons Of people I once knew And all their spines are perfectly aligned Like cold power lines ... at the end I hear "or a fork's silver tines" Which makes sens to me, because a fork's tines are the stabby bits that make the for functional, and they are perfectly aligned, got me? |
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| Pomegranates – The Bellhop Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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I played this song for a friend of mine and he said it sounded like they were talking about celebrities. With that idea in mind, I see it like this: (Since I am born of modern man I find it hard to take a stand For the laws of gravity that demonstrate you're just like me.) -This part seems to be talking about the speaker being frustrated with people idolizing celebrities and other people in power, when he sees them as being just like everyone else. Still affected by the laws of gravity and such. (Everyone I've ever met is so in love with wet cement, And hands and feet pressed into it of all the people they will never know.) -This seems like a reference to the Chinese Theater and all the hand prints of stars in the cement. The tourists putting their hands into them and being so in love with people they'll probably never know on a personal level. (Our skin will rot and decompose and we will become one of those Where all the worms have made their homes, But all our names will be in stone. "Oh no!") -We're all going to die. Rich and famous or not. Kind of an odd parallel with the names in stone on a grave and the hand prints in the cement. (Though I am afraid, I will be alone for a while. and yes I am afraid that I will be alone for a while.) -Not too sure here, maybe the speaker's fear of being shut out for not idolizing the same people everyone else idolizes. All in all, this is probably my favorite song by Pomegranates. It's real catchy. |
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