| Fleet Foxes – White Winter Hymnal Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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I'm thinking it's about wolves. It's like some creepy merge of cheerful child-like tune with dark, gory lyrics cleverly hidden to sound like something innocent and playful. I was following the pack- pack of wolves, running in the woods All covered in their coats- coats of fur With scarves of red tied round their throats- wolves go for the neck to kill, this is perhaps a symbolic reference of that To keep their little heads from falling in the snow- more morbid references And I turn round and there you go And Michael you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in summertime- blood gushing all over the white snow, and what a perfect metaphor. |
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| Elvis Perkins in Dearland – Shampoo Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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The lyrics are- Sweep up, little sweeper boy It's you who's got the wig on here Sweep up, little sweeper boy, sweep up Yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow Yellow is the color of the sun And black is the color of A strangled rainbow That's the color of my lung Black is the color of my true love's arrow That's the color of a human's blood You got a shot o-o-o-of shampoo Though it was made thirty years ago Yeah, you still got a shot o-o-o-of shampoo Though you were made twenty years ago Speak up, little sweeper boy They are hard of hearing Anything that anyone has to say Well, I say Yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow Yellow like the color of the sun And, black is the color of A strangled rainbow Just the color of my lung Black is the color of my true love's arrow Exactly the color of my blood But I don't want to die H-h-h-however dark tomorrow may be Above me a perfect square of sky You are worth your weight in gold, you are worth your weight in sorrow, baby Though you will never know why |
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| The Shins – Australia Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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This is a song about life's depressing lack of meaning juxtaposed with the general idea of religion and heaven. It basically asks the questions "What are we and what happens when we die?" with a tendency towards there being no after life, and us being no more than flesh and bone. Born to multiply- we are nothing more than animals evolved Born to gaze into night skies- all we can ever do is wonder what goes on in the universe and why we're here. All you want is one more Saturday- we are kept low by our primal nature and society, our minds dormant to the possibility of the meaninglessness of our existence. Well look here...- Work work work until you die, thinking that one day you'll be rewarded with an afterlife, while you're actually only working to provide for those richer and more powerful. You come in doing Cartwheels- birth, with its craziness, baby crying, etc We all crawl out..- death. We all die alone, crawling. And your shape- our primal nature rules us, even when our mind does not wish to comply. Damned to be one of us- be an atheist, or one that does not believe in societal structure. The Dodo's conundrum- to be a bird but not to fly. Faced with the realization that there might be a difference between the premise of being a human with a soul, and reality. Felt like I could just fly but...- Heaven or faith were not there for him. A doutone on the wall- perhaps a wall painting of a church Selfless full..- Jesus Never dreamt of such sterile hands- either clean of unable to produce anything, perhaps a comment on how useless our minds are in their inability to escape our mortality. Keep them folded..- raise your hands for a prayer, begging for scraps of meaning, or a miracle, from a higher being. Holding you down with the tips...- referring to god, Jesus, or the rich and powerful who run society. Will you be pulled from the ocean- a possible reference to evolution, asking the question "will you just end up being the result of some amoebas evolving?" Or just a minute too late- the idea of mortality, perhaps. Or changed by a potion..- the idea of fairy tales to juxtapose the idea of evolution. You'll be damned to pining through the window...- will you choose fantasy over reality? Will you choose to ignore your own mortality like any normal Joe, or embrace the idea that life is finite? If you want out, get out now, because once you realize how empty life is without faith, you will simply be old. Been alone since you were twenty one..- the playing at being an adult, a part of society, while beginning to realize the futility of it all. Dare to be one of us- again, dare to be out of society or an atheist. The android's conundrum- to be alive but not to live, that is to go through the motions but not to be truly alive. Felt like I could just die...- even after realizing life's futility, our survival instincts are stronger than our brains. Watching the lantern dim..- mortality. So give me your hand..- death, or the comprehension of a concept that is hard to swallow, or the last attempt at an eternal life. |
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