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| Sleater-Kinney – Modern Girl Lyrics
| 8 years ago
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Last comment, I swear: Does anyone else detest that Eddie Vedder covered this song? I don't know why that turned me off do much but boy did it. |
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| Sleater-Kinney – Modern Girl Lyrics
| 8 years ago
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@[chociloni:22230] that is interesting. It gives credence to the theory someone had about the song going thru a girl's life (although the donut part is always kinda huh? Worse than the hunger lyric for me b/c hunger doesn't have to mean starving it could be hunger for bigger, better, faster, cuter, richer, more, more more i.e, consumer culture-bred hunger). It's ironic that the lyrics are almost all in the past tense -excepting, strangely, the one lyric you quoted ;) |
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| Sleater-Kinney – Modern Girl Lyrics
| 8 years ago
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This song reminds me of this other Sleater-Kinney song so much - of course I can't remember the name of it. It's one of the first tracks on their 3rd - 5th album (the same one with milkshake and honey, etc) and has the lyrics "now my inspiration rests between my beauty magazines and my credit card bills.... and for all the ladies out there I wish (something about being more than "a size six" or writing more than "the next marketing bid") now is the time to invent." Modern Girl is the cynical, aloof version of that song, which is the more confessional, and - and the end - hopeful, as it offers a solution. To me they speak of the same political sentiment: advertising, corporations, giving into the ho hum of daily existence so that you maybe don't question as much as you should and let things slide that you never would have before or find yourself "mellowing out" or even just buying into it in your own head so that you lose your own thoughts, feelings, and identity like they want you too. Now your whole life is just a pic of a sunny day. It's like a FB page. What do you do when your former riot grrrl self is now starving to be thin, being complacently happy, and thinking the world is what you see on your tv? YOU INVENT |
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| Sleater-Kinney – The Size Of Our Love Lyrics
| 8 years ago
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@[mockingsmile:22229]
I wish it said when this song came out... But I know it was in 1999 because the first time I heard it I was living it. Maybe it is a metaphor and if it is, it's a realistic one. It's an impossibly devastating and humbling experience (especially at 18, which I was) to have a ring on your finger from the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, who makes you love and believe in yourself more than you ever thought possible simply by seeing yourself through their eyes, who you have tied yourself to body and soul, waste away from cancer. Because it is a box built for two. Because it is your own tumor in a way, no you do not have to feel the pain or go through the treatment or face your own demise, yet your life becomes so about spending every waking second with this person that you can and then watching them sleep, willing time to just stop there. And you fight for a strong heart to be able to take what is most likely coming, to never have a tumor yourself but once you become someone who's heart is buried in a casket, the rest of your life is spent with something inside you that makes you different from other people, that makes everyone else fall short in your eyes, unworthy of your love. Also, the ring on the finger, turning blue, I'll die in this room... etc It is scary. I remember about a week before he died I went to a party. Because I couldn't take it anymore that night and wanted to feel "normal" and had told him I did it because I was scared and he said "how do you think I feel?!?" It can be suffocating. But you do it to yourself. And of course, a side note, if I had to do it all over again, the only thing I would have done different is realized I was in love with him sooner. And maybe had the guts to go too. Nothing good has happened since '99. That's the "I'll die in this room if you die in this room" bit. My family put me on suicide watch. I didn't want to die I just wanted to be with him. I gave it a home and this song gave it a voice. It was the only time in my life I did not write a single word - poetry, prose, anything - and I am a writer by profession and design - for months. This song was the only voice I had. If it's a metaphor, so be it. But it helped me immeasurably. |
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