| Electric President – Ether Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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I think it sounds like a world at war and the narration focus itself on this platoon. First part talks about the daft politicians up there, trying to work things out with their speeches while soldiers are dying out there, as if they matter (we're not your sons); Second stanza tells us about a group of fresh soldiers wading off to battle, sun-burnt and all (or it could imply a nuclear blast), and suddenly the machine guns and artillery shred them into pieces as they scuttled for cover; Third stanza pictures the battle at hand, still with heavy resistance (The things beneath my floorboards fly, might imply bullets scattering near him), almost won as they cornered the enemy in (I'll never let them out); Forth stanza is probably this soldier having woke up from the two stanzas as a recurring nightmare. Finally slept again, had nightmares of walking through fields of dead civilians and soldiers, examining them for familiar faces. Fifth stanza describes the first moments they got air-dropped into the field, and they all had to make comfortable in foreign homes; Sixth stanza is significant in describing all the money channeled into financing the war. While this particular platoon of soldiers are littered with injury (sometimes I hear "the lead in our guts" actually), but they're now hard boiled from previous conflicts; Small part after this is self explanatory: no matter how many died, it is still about winning the war. Ether here might be literal chemical, or Plato's aether, both probably used to denote courage. Last stanza goes back to the time of the airlift, before they were dropped into the battlefield, with emotions attached to the moment. The song is good because it is left to a wide range of interpretations. |
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| Electric President – Insomnia Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Somehow, I'd associate it with an adult ranging within parenthood, somewhere during mid-life crisis. All moments of ambitions gone, the persona scribbles down memoirs while waiting on their headache; the wind echoing in the empty rooms where the children once were in. The moon had lost its significance as an object of mystery. The persona reflects on the world today; How the studious try too hard, how the elderly reach resolution and how the immature still remain oblivious. The persona was suddenly reminded of their grownup children out there, but failed to get in touch with them; then resolve it by hoping them the best. Then finally, the persona attempts to reach resolution with themselves, evaluating their life that moment. They realize they've done most of what they could do in life incompleted, end it with "So... ?" as they continue lying awake. |
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