| The Flaming Lips – She Don't Use Jelly Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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I don't think the interpretation of the song is nearly as important as the fact that Wayne just rhymed "orange". These guys are always pushing the envelope! PS: You have to be very interesting is "toast" makes you think of genitalia... |
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| Alex Turner – Piledriver Waltz Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| I have yet to figure out this song, and I'm not sure if I will (unless it's some spontaneous epiphany lasting only a few moments), so I'm just going to say this: "Piledriver Waltz" is a beautiful song written with immense emotional depth containing a breadth of understanding, consciously or unconsciously. I'm amazed with this accomplishment and would love the chance to personally thank Alex Turner. | |
| Florence + the Machine – My Boy Builds Coffins Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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First off: this song is amazing to me. When listening to Lungs, this song stood out to me as simply impressive. I can keep playing it and thinking about it and I really wanted to share my ideas with others through a slightly thorough analyses of most every line. “My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails,” -The Coffin-Maker is a man of tradition; hammers and nails, not screws or anything automatic/mechanic. This Coffin-Maker puts time and effort into his work. “He doesn't build ships; he has no use for sails,” -Ships and sails are symbols of voyage, transportation, getting away. The Coffin-Maker knows death is inevitable and there’s no use to run away from it. Why bother trying to? “He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs,” -These are luxury items. They can be seen as materialistic and thus worthless in the long run for they only posses a physical sense without any spiritual substance. They are also for the living. “He can't carve a whistle ‘cause he just doesn't care.” -Note the use of “can’t”. This suggests that the Coffin-Maker is not a happy fellow; he can’t find happiness in all the death he sees. Or, the only thing that brings joy to this man is to make a final resting place (the coffin) for the deceased. “My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor, Kings and queens have all knocked on his door, Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves,” -Nobody can avoid death. Social status, economic status, religious status, it all doesn’t matter. Each on of these groups will eventually die, thus they become equal in death. “They all come to him ‘cause he's so eager to please.” -This further implies that the Coffin-Maker does enjoy his job. He wants to do this, he’s happy with it. “My boy builds coffins he makes them all day,” -With billions of people on Earth there are going to be many dying. Coffin building is not a short process; it can take a while to complete. The Coffin-Maker is very active in his business and suggests that he takes his time (Remember, he’s using hammers and nails. Nothing too fancy). “But it's not just for work and it isn't for play,” -The Coffin-Maker may see this as his “calling”, that he is meant to do this for his purpose in life. This is something he takes serious; it’s not a game to him. It’s real, it’s a job, and he does it a lot. “He's made one for himself, One for me too, One of these days he'll make one for you. For you For you For you” -Once again convening the idea that “on a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.” “My boy builds coffins for better or worse,” -Some people may be better off dying (i.e. those of a sinful nature or someone who struggle for too long in his/her life and will find peace within death), whilst others have possibly “died too soon”. “Some say it’s a blessing, some say it’s a curse,” -Another bittersweet moment, the blessing is the Coffin-Maker is creating the last place an individual will be, a temple, if you will, for their bodies to rest. The curse is that his job is propelled by the death of people. “He fits them together in sunshine or rain,” -Death waits for nothing. It occurs everywhere, every time, and to everyone. “Each one is unique; no two are the same.” -These coffins may represent whom the individual’s life. Most people can easily grasp the idea that no two people are the same, everyone is a unique snowflake. “My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame, That when each one’s been made, he can't see it again, He crafts every one with love and with care, Then it’s thrown in the ground and it just isn’t fair.” -All this hard work, this effort, personalizing each coffin, all for it to just be thrown into the ground! What kind of reward does this artist have? Well, it’s true; no matter what you do in life, you will end up dead. This is an extended metaphor for the richness of life being flushed away at death. “My boy builds coffins he makes them all day, But it's not just for work and it isn't for play, He's made one for himself, One for me too, And one of these days he'll make one for you.” -Sorry, you’ll die. |
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| The White Stripes – Who's a Big Baby? Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| Sounds like The White Stripes are covering Buckethead... | |
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