| Cheap Trick – The Flame Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| Oh heck Chynakatsunflwer, how terrible. It's a cruel twist of fate but you were both lucky to find such love in each other even though you should have had longer. | |
| Cheap Trick – The Flame Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| I'm sorry to hear that. I know it's six years after the events but I hope you all gave him a good send off. I also hope that you're all coping with the loss. Time may heal but of course you never fully get over something like that, you just keep on and learn how to deal with it. Not that I want to be depressing, loss is tragic but an inescapable part of life, as you know. | |
| Cheap Trick – The Flame Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Heh heh! Great post Oldskoolpunker, both tender and, erm, earthy. It is a great song. It sounds superficially like a typical FM power ballad but the boys bring greater subleties and depths to someone else's lyrics and music. Or you can just simply enjoy it straight, it works on different. It should have been a massive hit and made them household names across the world. I wish I'd discovered it earlier in life so it would remind me of being young. |
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| Pink Floyd – Bike Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| all songs have hidden meanings regardless of whether the writer intended them to be there or not. If someone can interpret a song and provide a textual reference to back up their findings, it's fair game. | |
| Pink Floyd – Sorrow Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| The lyrics are good but they are a little verbose and there's something a bit stiff about them. I'm certain Gilmour didn't write them on his own. By his own admission he struggles to come up with lyrics and had a team of writers helping him on Momentary Lapse. | |
| Syd Barrett – Wouldn't you miss me (Dark Globe) Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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"Oh where are you now Pussy willow that smiled on this leaf? When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart My head kissed the ground" Perhaps he's expressing confusion about the loss of something or someone beautiful and delicate in this opening. "When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart My head kissed the ground" In a time of solitude, someone offered him solid, unchanging affection but when it was taken away, he suffered ann emotional collapse and was hurt. "I was half the way down, treading the sand Please, please, lift a hand" Floundering and trying to regain his composure he begs for help. "I'm only a person whose armbands beat On his hands, hang tall Won't you miss me? Wouldn't you miss me at all?" Hmm. This reminds me of when one wears water wings or has a sphygmomanometer cuff on tightly and the pressure makes your hands throb. Hang tall is an odd phrase. Could it be a slangy way of saying "stay strong"? Then, obviously, he's asking, with a quavering sense of doubt, whether this other person cares enough about him to notice his absence or the disappearance of his inner essence. "The poppy birds way" Is he considering the use of opiates to numb his angst? "Swing twigs coffee brands around" A quite thought-disordered line. No idea at all about this one. "Brandish her wand with a feathery tongue" Could this fianally be the help and gentleness that he needs? Perhaps not, the struggling and plea for help comes again with the repeated line... "I was half the way down, treading the sand Please, please, please lift the hand" "I'm only a person with Eskimo chain I tattooed my brain all the way..." An eskimo chain implies a cold, hard restraint. Is he then frightened that he's caused a permanent change to his brain with something? LSD, anxiety, unrequited love? All this 6th form rubbish I've just written goes to prove that one can't use the clumsy 'crossword solving approach to Syd's impressionistic lyrics. The |
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| Vic Chesnutt – Flirted With You All My Life Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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It's brilliant how the song leads you into the assumption that it's a simple boy/girl unrequited love thing, then that chorus hits you and turns it all on it's head. He was a genius songwriter. |
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| Syd Barrett – Octopus Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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In many ways Octopus is the perfect and definitive Syd Barrett lyric. He's pushing the associations of language and the structure of sentences so far out, if they went any further the song would be wreckage. It makes Lewis Caroll look as if he didn't try hard enough to convey the sense of moving through a dream. The grammar and syntax just about hold together and this helps to create an effect that is both thrilling and giddily disorienting Numbers are almost abstracts and objects become unanchored from their usual purpose and function. A gong coughs and clears it's throat, sails respond noisily to the breaking of crockery and a tower becomes a spectral place in which to store wings. A favoured grandparent suddenly appears for no apparent reason in this world of scattered needles and clover honey pots. Nature itself is free to behave in unprecedented ways. A grasshopper forms a musical outfit, a cephalopod becomes a steed, a cheetah weeps and addresses an Antipodean mammal it would not normally encounter. Via a charming homophone, even the sea is capable of reaching and of sight in this strange disarrangement. Only the wind appears to be content to keep it's usual role of moving the leaves in the trees. Surely this is too literal a reading unless it points to Barrett celebrating insanity as a route to joyous freedom. After all, the lunatic is the one laughing at the cautious man who won’t go beyond the border into this tumultuous spectacle. Although it's still frightening, it’s good to be lost in the wood, to stay out of the bag. Please leave us here. But then there could be a simpler reading, one that pertains to a child’s eye view of an old fairground or play area. I wish I hadn't loaned my copy of A Very Irregular Head to an unreliable borrower several years ago. The author came up with some interesting ideas about this song and I seem to remember that his research had led him to discover an Octopus roundabout in a Cambridge park. Maybe it was a ride at a fair recalled by one of Syd’s ex girlfriends. He even made a convincing guess as to what huff the Talbot might mean but I’m damned if I can remember it. Perhaps the best way to experience the song is to take it as an absurdist piece of impressionistic poetry that conveys a mood and attempts to articulate a time of woozy, transcendent euphoria. |
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