| Neil Halstead – Digging Shelters Lyrics | 4 years ago |
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| James Henry Jr. – Take Me Down Easy Lyrics | 4 years ago |
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| Neil Halstead – Digging Shelters Lyrics | 4 years ago |
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Something seems up with the site's algorithm. Here are the proper lyrics for "Digging Shelters" by Neil Halstead: Computer, what’s the point in this? You do all the thinkin’—where are we? Just diggin’ shelters in the snow— Build a house of dream and domino. Oh no. It’s fallen down. Got my headphones on—I won’t hear a sound. Oh no. It’s all broke down. Eyes out on the road, but no one comes along When you want ‘em to. Let your hair hang long. Yeah, that old north wind is blowin’ through these cracked up walls. And you won’t feel so strong. Voices on the street—yeah, it’s closin’ time again. Computer, what’s the point in this? You do all the thinkin’—where are we? Just buildin’ shelters in the snow— Build a house of dream and domino. Oh no. It’s fallen down. Got my headphones on—I won’t hear a sound. Yeah, it’s all broke down. Eyes out on the road, but no one comes along When you want ‘em to. |
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| James Henry Jr. – Take Me Down Easy Lyrics | 4 years ago |
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It seems I am having trouble with licensing; here are the lyrics as intended for "Take Me Down Easy" by James Henry Jr.: I am a tall tree. I weep like a willow. My scars are hiding; My branches don’t show. Yes, I am a tall tree With roots like a newborn. No wind is blowin’, But over I go. And now I see storm clouds Up in the distance: A terrible omen; A beautiful show. So take me down easy. Take me down easy. Let me land softly Back in your arms. Yes, I can be childish sometimes,— Seem optimistically kind— But that’s ‘cause I can’t go Back down in that hole. ‘Cause there was no sunlight— Just ask my mother. And I treated myself hard. I crumble and fall. So take me down easy. Take me down easy. Let me land softly Back in your arms. Take me down easy. Take me down easy. Let me land softly Back in your arms. Yes, I can sing sad songs; It’s easy to find them. The worst kind of heartbreak Won’t leave you alone. So take me down easy. Take me down easy. Let me land softly Back in your arms. |
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| Sun Kil Moon – Heron Blue Lyrics | 4 years ago |
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Since I am uncertain whether or not I will get around the copyright, I figured I'd post my revised version of the lyrics here: Don't cry, my love—don't cry no more. A crashing sky; a rolling screen; A city drowning; God's black tears— I cannot bear to see. She lay under the midnight moon, Her restless body stirring, Until the magic morning hour: Like poison, it succumbs her. Her baby skin; her old black dress. Her hair—it twists round her necklace; Constricts and chokes like ruthless vines. To sleep, she overtakes her. Her room is painted heron blue, Lit by candlelight and chandelier, And from her headboard, perched so high, A million dreams have passed her. Don't cry, my love—don't cry no more. It overwhelms my breaking heart. A minor swell of violins— I cannot bear to hear them. A mother shepherds her young birds: She fills their mouths and warms their souls 'Til they are strong and good to fly. Away from her,—alone—she'll die. Cradle on quiet, old oak limbs As, heaven blue, her light fails. A breath of soot into her lungs; A life, a journey's end in one. Don't sing that old, sad hymn no more. It resonates inside my soul. It haunts me in my waking dream. I cannot bear to hear it. Don't play those violins no more. Their melancholic overtones— They echo off the floor and walls. I cannot bear to hear them. There are complexities that the above lyrics fail to clarify, such as the dual personality of the speaker (seen in, "To sleep, she overtakes her," "she" and "her" being two different characters). If anyone has any other edits they'd like to make, please feel free to post below. |
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| Ray LaMontagne – Jolene Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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I wish more people would analyze the song instead of delving into the personal. And I wish the analyses that are here would focus more closely on the lyrics. Anyway, I'll try to walk the walk: The opening lines of the song show that, clearly, the speaker has a problem with addiction. He takes cocaine, he smokes cigarettes, and he sells his possessions to fund his cravings. Basically, he's unwell. The line "Lately, my hands, they don't feel like mine" could imply that addiction is something he has not had to deal with before and thus was caused by Jolene leaving him, but, considering the line "I ain't about to go straight" (as well as other lines, which I’ll explore), meaning he's consciously choosing drugs over her, I doubt this is the case. This and the following line depict, rather, a despondency in the speaker over the state of his life, not over the loss of Jolene. The result of this bleak lifestyle is evidenced by the first lines of the chorus ("I found myself lying face down in the ditch/Booze in my hair/Blood on my lips"), and he calls out to Jolene, as others have said, for help. She is the antithesis of his careless life; in a sense, she can help him "go straight." Unfortunately, the speaker sees her only as this: a tool with which to kick his addiction (he compares a woman to a "nine pound hammer" for a man, something I find horrifyingly offensive, by the way). Further disconnect between he and Jolene is illustrated by the line "A picture of you holding a picture of me"; while some could consider this to be metaphorical for a strong sentimental attachment between the two (or, as another said, a reminder that she still thinks of him), I see the picture as symbolizing a shallow, perhaps fantastical, depiction of Jolene for the speaker, and vice-versa. A picture captures what is on the surface, not what is below it. What I find to be a surprisingly lucid self-reflection from the speaker is the line "Still don't know what love means." He realizes that what he and Jolene had was not really love; they instead saw what they wanted to see in each other. Aside from this line, the song, from a strictly lyrical viewpoint, is mostly an expression of the speaker's self-pity (much like "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot, from which I took my username; it's amazing, so check it out). A misconception would be to think the purpose is to communicate the speaker's intense love for and lament over Jolene. From the sheer volume of "I"s used throughout the song, it can be deduced that the speaker is mainly focused on himself: his addiction and, to a lesser extent, his loss (or misinterpretation) of love. |
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