| Waxahatchee – Bathtub Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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this song makes me cry it's someone who can not handle being in a loving relationship and sabotages it by going insane, saying unfair things to sadistically "test" the other person, disallowing any right answer... knowing they're doing it all and being unable to control their emotions "And it's fucked up" "I'm not worth it" "I confuse you" "malice" "guilt" the line that always gets me is "and I lament you're innocent somehow the object of my discontent." she watches herself doing it and hates herself for it. |
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| Waxahatchee – Be Good Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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I don't think it's necessarily platonic. maybe there are slight feelings but they both don't want to act on them because it'll get "messy." which is what's sort of shitty about modern relationships - this big fear of labels and absolutes. and maybe it's positive, because these two characters are obviously very happy with what they're doing. but because she sings "you don't wanna be my boyfriend and I don't wanna be your girl" I'm guessing it's been brought up (or she's at least thinking about it), and feeling unsure. hell, she says "it's unclear now what we intend" in the first line. but the title means the most, I think. "our guards will give way and we'll be good" is a just sort of: okay, things are not well defined, doesn't really matter, we're just happy with this right now. or does it mean they're not currently good, and once they've given in to those creepy, intimate feelings, THEN they'll be good? either way, the simplicity of "be good" in line with the happy, quickly strumming guitar is enough to say that everything is at least All Right. |
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| Animal Collective – Mercury Man Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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(disclaimer: I decided to call the unnamed speaker Avey because Avey is a musical character created by the author who is Dave. pardon.) I think this is Avey lamenting modern communication - how isolated the social world has become. "Everybody talking from their homes," texting and typing and never quite touching, or communicating organically. "It's hard to make my feelings known." The distance between "two human beings" is as vast as the space between planets. Avey isn't entirely hopeless, questioning the definitiveness of emotional distance. Must "mercury" - symbolically, the identifier for one who is not earthbound - be what divides them, or can the distance enforce individuality? Does being the "Mercury Man" necessarily make him so unreachable, or can this difference "slide… off"? Identifying mercury as a critical part of himself, Avey wonders if he can both "feel" and "be like mercury" while still being accepted by somebody so far away. Two definitions of mercury coexist, as the element Hg "slips" and "slides" and is physically felt, but the planet Mercury floats far from home, physically distant. The "love" that has been lost (ie. the human connection) may be gone by means of new and isolating technology, but it's also a result of growing apathy. Avey is "wish[ing]" and "waiting" and wondering "what's to be done?" all the while losing confidence in his ability to act. "I keep calling,/ it feels like there's no one here." So he seems to just give it up as "a mess." He also wonders "is it me?" who is at fault for the loss of "the love." The whole song bubbles with an electronic pulse, like some futuristic world where machines control what would otherwise be soulfully spilt from humans. The lyrics are wrought with tech/computer allusions (Hz, waves, tones, vibes, lines, calls), led by the symbolic telephone. The phone epitomizes the human disconnect; two people can talk to each other, but their conversation has been degraded to its base elements (ie. words). "I keep calling," as a literal phone call or as an attempt to reach out, but "it feels like" (for "feeling" has been designated the desired yet lost ideal) "there's no one here" because no one is. The "we" is lost. "The love" can't be found. But Avey still confidently questions whether it can be found. |
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