| The Replacements – Bastards Of Young Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest And visit their graves on holidays at best The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand After I had kids, I came to realize that this is about the truest thing ever written. Great work, Westerberg. |
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| The Refreshments – Nada Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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This is a really well written (and well performed) song that captures a feeling of expectant emptiness through three visual narratives. First, there's "the storm down in Mexico" that is approaching. Initially he hears the thunder, then sees the lightning and feels the wind. Finally, he feels the raindrops as the storm arrives. Second, there's the metaphor of the truck. He initially notices that "the speedometer doesn't work," but the truck works well enough to "leave the boarder far behind." He fuels up and keeps going, but eventually the truck runs out of gas. Is that when he started walking through the desert? The third motif is the walk in the desert. This one actually seems to be running in reverse. Starting out on a walk through the desert, one would notice lizards and rattlesnakes. You'd probably be less apt to notice little natural wonders after forgetting your shoes, getting caked with dust and disappearing into the tumbleweeds, especially if you've been sipping tequila the whole time. So what does it all mean? Nada, apparently. There ain't no moral to these stories at all, and in fact they're all lies. (Also note that if anyone actually found themselves shoeless and wasted in the middle of a desert thunderstorm after abandoning the sketchy vehicle that they apparently drunk-drove all the way from Mexico, their chance of survival would be pretty limited.) Be that as it may, the imagery, the desperation in Roger's voice, the plodding pace of the song, and Brian's lonely guitar hooks all work together to to create a feeling of earnest longing for something (in the soul, it seems) that just HAS TO exist out there somewhere but has yet to "come alive." Detractors might point out that just about every other Gen X white guy musician working in the early '90s covered the same territory, but even if the Refreshments didn't break any new thematic ground with this song, they still did it beautifully. |
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| CHVRCHES – The Mother We Share Lyrics | 11 years ago |
| I don't think this song is necessarily about interpersonal relationships, as most seem to believe. For some reason I think it's about political divorce. At first I thought it referring to Scottish nationalism, with "the mother we share" as the English language, but it could just as well about the UK leaving the EU with the "mother" being shared history/christianity. The line "you put your head in my hands / it's a souviner" seems vaguely threatening, like a reference to decapitation. | |
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