| Arcade Fire – The Suburbs Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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People seem to be taking the imagery of a "suburban war" and "the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall" too literally and running with it. The lyrics about the war and bombs falling is about the xenophobic mentality of people who live in suburbs about other "part[s] of town." The same theme comes up later in the album many times. The bit about the walls falling is imagery from the dreams that are referred to. Kids running and playing in the yards of a suburb while all the houses and walls that keep the big bad world out collapse around them. "We were already bored." With life in the suburbs. So they leave the safety and security of the suburbs to find anything else. "They meant nothing at all." The world isn't as scary as your parents make it out to be. "So can you understand why I want a daughter while I'm still young?" He wants to show her the beauty he found in the world outside the suburbs before he loses the "feeling" he had when he discovered it. He's longing for the sense of security he had growing up as he gets older, in a world that is rapidly becoming self centered and impersonal. "Before the damage is done." (We Used to Wait) This album really has to be interpreted as a whole. |
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| Arcade Fire – The Suburbs Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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This reads: You always seemed so sure That one day we would fight In a suburban world Your part of town gets minor So you're standin' on the opposite shore But I think the lyric is: You always seemed so sure That one day we'd be fightin' In a suburban war Your part of town against mine I saw you standin' on the opposite shore |
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| Incubus – Blood on the Ground Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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I don't wanna talk to you anymore I'm afraid of what I might say I bite my tongue every time you come around 'Cause blood in my mouth beats Blood on the ground Hand over my heart I swear I've tried everything I could within all my power Two weeks and one hour I've slaved And now I've got nothing to show Oh if only you'd grow taller than a brick wall From now on, gonna start holding my breath When you come around And you flex that fake grin 'Cause something inside me has said more than twice That breathing less air beats breathing you in, oh! I don't wanna talk to you anymore I'm afraid of what I might say I bite my tongue every time you come around 'Cause blood in my mouth beats Blood on the ground Hand over my mouth, I'm earning the right to my silence In quiet discerning between ego and timing Good judgment is once again proving to me That it's still worth it's weight in gold From now on I'm gonna be so much more wary When you start to speak and my warm blood starts to boil Seeing you is like pulling teeth And hearing your voice is like chewing tin foil, hard! I don't wanna talk to you anymore I'm afraid of what I might say I bite my tongue every time you come around 'Cause blood in my mouth beats Blood on the ground High fives to better judgment By saying less today, I will gain more, gain more Low twos to you my, my fickle friend You, you, you who brought the art of silent war I don't wanna talk to you anymore I'm afraid of what I might say I bite my tongue every time you come around 'Cause blood in my mouth beats Blood on the ground |
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