| The National – All the Wine Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| ps. I too think it's hanging shit on the morale majority big time. It's working a number of ways, isn't it? The wine could be altar wine - and this paradoxical selfish greedy thing 'christians' seem to have going nowadays. There sure are a lot of peeps out there not getting one lousy sip as they keep it all to themselves. | |
| The National – All the Wine Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Is being a birthday candle in a circle of black girls just an extension of being a perfect american god from california? I thought about this for a while and just thought, well, that'd be a great place to be. He's the centre of everything, he's kind of the world. The cavalcade even has to take a detour for him! Only as it should be for the National of course. |
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| The National – Brainy Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| oh bravo pfinarrle. That reading of the American dictionary is priceless. 'Water under it' must mean she's lying her arse off somehow, surely? It sounds that way. | |
| The National – Son Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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I started seriously listening to this song after my Mum died. So could be biased and/or deranged in my intepretation! I think it's a song about someone who's died who's still looking out for the girl still alive. It reminds me of the six gram puff out that I reckon really does happen when when someone dies...the opposite of birth. Or birth on the other side. Who knows. But weight turning to sunlight is beautiful, and really resonates. I think also - and really this could be my personal experience and bias - is the girl still inside the world is wasting her time on bloody chic lit (insert vomit noise...and it's a chick writing), which is so vacuous and reductivist (of women I reckon...but I won't get started!). Their beauty tips, their banality, stupid emaciated hips. At any rate, it was a gift to me when I was grieving. On the note so much front - a gift I mean - and just 'cause I go like the clappers on a keyboard and am on a roll now, it always made me remember my ex, when one of his mates was hanging it on his home made sissy jumper, asking over and over if his Mum had made it, when he said she couldn't knit. The why not retort was, 'because her arms have rotted off'. Anyway, so when Matt asks, 'so how are the arms of your mother' - up there in heaven, meeting her again, I always think of that. Just thought I'd share. :-) |
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| The National – Pay for Me Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| I reckon it's the 'cockpit' doesn't turn around. Kinda literal I know. I've thought it was the story of a guy who's been visiting his girlfriend, who's not that into him anymore, he's hanging around the hotel room while the actors - his girlfriend's preferred company nowadays (remembering the days when he was in the in group) and she's palmed him off back from whence he came, Business Class 'cause she's rich now. He's getting shitfaced up there, wishing his buddy would pick up the bloody 'phone so he doesn't have to feel so lonely, somewhere over Spain. | |
| The National – Mr. November Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| ps. blue blood is a reference I reckon to how the poms are such toff lovers. They're the new toff, even for the toffs. And it's my bet (never having been there of course) that boys from Ohio ain't no toffs. Funny. | |
| The National – Mr. November Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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When I listen to this song I think it's another one penned on the road. I mean, how amazing for these smart nerdy guys have been plunged into this parallel universe where Obama's got his arms around them and everyone fcuking loves them....to be so fated everywhere they go. The crowds are screaming in Tokyo and Singapore and all across Europe and the States and down here in Australia, we're screaming we're word perfect. It must be surreal. I think he's out in the green room, in his best clothes, hearing his name called. They're playing London and it's November and yeah, he's the great white hope. I think these poet musos really are the great white hope, by the way. Like, who else would it be? Our politicians? I guffaw. |
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| The National – Sorrow Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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This song is gorgeous, and one for all the kids I think for whom sorrow found them way too young. I also think it's really light hearted, or self depreciating. I love how a lot of these alt american bands talk in their songs about life on the road - they're writing it as they do it I guess. Like Okerville River and the song where he's singing as the girl he's left behind in some shit town somewhere. Anyway, the way I take 'sorry they put me on the bill' is like an chargrin-y kind of apology for being such a melancholy bastard up on stage. As if we care. They're the real great white hope, these guys. |
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| The National – Runaway Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Cheers Mulisch, after reading all the other comments I thought I was going mad with my climate change interpretation, but I thought the same. Still this guy's a poet of the highest order leaving so much room for you to go off where you will what with double and sometimes I suspect even triple meanings. I took it - the references to being led to the flood especially - as a environmental protest song, and the raw sadness and anger is for all of humanity, on its way to being fully fcuked. But then again, I watch a lot of scary documentaries about this sort of shit. |
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