| T. Rex – Ballrooms Of Mars Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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This poetry has one simple explantion. It's an anti-war song. Mars => the god of War. Dancing => Fighting Ballrooms of Mars => Battlefields Witn my comments on the lyrics between brackets. you gonna look fine be primed for dancing [in your uniform with your battle gears] you're gonna trip and glide all on the trembling plane [that carry you to the battlefields of a foreign country] your diamond hands will be stacked with roses and wind and cars and people of the past I'll call you thing just when the moon sings and place your face in stone upon the hills of stars [all iconic images of the return of the war hero] and gripped in the arms of the changeless madman we'll dance our lives away in the ballrooms of mars [The crazyness on the battlefields has not change throughout History] you talk about day i'm talking 'bout night time when the monsters call out the names of men [Not about the mediatized crazyness in daylight but about the hidden crazy face of those who plan who are going to die the next day] bob dylan knows and i bet alan freed did [Dylan anti-war R&R hero, Freed anti-racial segregation R&R hero] there are things in night that better not to behold [That's why they are not mediatized] you dance with your lizard leather boots on [Maybe refering to the special ops officers who used to add personal distinctive features to their uniforms] and pull the strings that change the faces of men [Maybe refering to booby traps like the Claymore] you diamond browed hag you're a gutter-gaunt gangster [Maybe reference to their dealings with the drug lords for military intelligence] john lennon knows your name and i've seen his. [Lennon anti-war R&R hero, the inspiration for this song] |
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| Bob Dylan – Like a Rolling Stone Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| I think it's about finding in himself things of his human reality. Like the Edie Sedwick story. Rich girl educated to spit on the poors with psychiatric problems hit the Big City hoping to be a star. Get addicted to Big Lifestyle and screwed-up. Lose it all and end ups in the street maybe looking for comfort and friendship in the mystery tramp. Dylan that could have live like a star but was living like a tramp. I think Dylan learned then he was not sorry for her. He was just asking himself if she had learn a lesson from the experience. | |
| Bob Dylan – Like a Rolling Stone Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| Forget about him Wendy, he hasn't been laid for a while and he's taking it on you. I'm french speaking and I've understood everything you wrote. Just like the consumer that can't say what's the taste of the stuff in the bottle because the label has been translate from korean by an automaton. No wonder he has no opinion on the meaning of the lyrics. | |
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