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| R.E.M. – The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight Lyrics
| 10 years ago
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@[trowe:1778] Wow, I can't believe anyone is buying this load of hooey. Michael has always been (a) a private person who doesn't make friends easily and (b) very secretive about his lyrics, intending them to be interpreted differently by everyone who listens. The thought that he would open up to someone he just met is utterly, utterly ridiculous. But good job getting someone to believe you. I guess. |
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| R.E.M. – Final Straw Lyrics
| 11 years ago
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It's clear from the time period and Michael's statements that this song was a warning against overreacting to 9/11 and taking our revenge on the wrong people. Unfortunately, this warning was ignored with consequences we are still feeling more than a decade later.
I reconnected to this song in the wake of the CIA torture report and Cheney's disgusting defense of the 'tactics' used. It is obvious to anyone with half a brain that the torture had far more to do with revenge and punishment than it did with any intelligence gathering. "Final Straw" can easily be applied even in 2014. In fact, the protest is still spot on. |
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| Arcade Fire – Deep Blue Lyrics
| 11 years ago
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I don't think you're being nitpicky - in fact I think you've struck upon the genius of this song. Kasparov defeated Deep Blue in 1996 (3.5 - 2.5). Deep Blue won the rematch a year later. What Win Butler, et al, are lamenting is not the moment when the human lost. They are lamenting the moment when loss became inevitable. Not the defeat, but the promise of defeat. Brilliant. |
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| Vampire Weekend – Ya Hey Lyrics
| 11 years ago
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To be honest, I'm not sure how anyone could read this as "Ezra's adoration for God's unfailing ... love". On this song and elsewhere on the album, his doubts are everywhere. I look at the album as an expression of his inner conflict of believe vs. non-belief, and it certainly seems by the end of the album that he has landed on the side of non-belief.
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| Loudon Wainwright III – New Paint Lyrics
| 12 years ago
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This is one of my favorite Loudon songs, but it strikes me as terribly bittersweet. He was maybe about 25 when he wrote it, but he was already lamenting his lost youth. (Imagine how he much feel by now!) But I must admit I too lament the innocent days of 16, when happiness meant a stolen kiss in the doorway. |
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