| Toad the Wet Sprocket – Silo Lullaby Lyrics | 1 year ago |
| @[superheroboy:50095] nothing ever dies on the internet. Imagine this: getting your first upvote on a post that’s only 22 years old. Better late than never! I have seen it all. Cheers! | |
| Toad the Wet Sprocket – Silo Lullaby Lyrics | 1 year ago |
| I believe superheroboy is correct. The handcuffs are not a metaphor - he’s in a darkened control room of a missile silo (hence “silo” lullaby), shackled to the console, the room illuminated by nothing but the big green “launch” button, and he’s thinking over what he’s going to do: push it. He seems like he’s done with the world, tired of struggles for so called “freedom”, and is resigned to “winning” the war to end all wars (destroying the world) and that he will “see you with the rest of them in hell”. I love this song - like much of toad, it is not what it first appears to be. Sounds like a sweet lullaby but it’s actually a big f-you to the world. Sad but also darkly hilarious. | |
| Tool – Pushit Lyrics | 2 years ago |
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@[joshthack:48021] Well put. The thing I like best about Tool is their sense of humor. They’ve got this habit of doing some real serious existential pondering……..then they make a recipe for some sort of baked goods (with hashish in them) sound like a Nazi rally, ominously yelling out “And no eggs!!!”. Add to that that “die eier” could mean “the eggs” but is also slang for “testicles”, making the song title “The balls of Satan”. I mean, if that isn’t subversive, absurdist humor I dunno what is. I’ve heard the recipe is for something known as “Maynard’s magic cookies”, but that may just as easily be an inane internet rumor/urban legend. Ah yes, the beauty and mystery of the comments section in a thread 21 years old, which no one will ever read……a little lonely patch of digital ground on a dusty server farm somewhere in a farmland of our own Midwest….and as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. And I begged, “Angel of the lord, what *are* these tortured screams?” And the angel said unto me, “These are the cries of the *carrots*, the cries of the carrots! You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day, and to them, it is the *holocaust*. And I sprang from my bed, drenched in sweat, like the tears of one thousand *terrified* brothers, and I roared, “Hear me now! I have seen the *light*! They have a *life*! They *have* a consciousness! Damn you! *Let* the rabbits wear classes! Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank ya Jesus. See? Hilarious. And those little people out there? They were yours too….. |
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| Tool – Pushit Lyrics | 2 years ago |
| @[th1980:48020] I agree! So much of Aenima was about revolving and purging oneself of negative thoughts & emotions: Aenima = anima + enema. Anima, like “animate”, the energy which gives a body life, and we all know what an enema is. So it’s about giving oneself a metaphysical enema to clean the shit out of the thing that animates your body. Deep shit. In both senses ;). One of my favorite Tool songs. | |
| Imogen Heap – First Train Home Lyrics | 2 years ago |
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@[Wild:48019] Child: a little snippet is missing above. Here it is- I want to get on with getting on with things **I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen, and love someone**, but can’t do any of that here, can I? I love Imogen so much. I’ve listened to her so long and read everything, watched every performance & interview….and something about her lyrics is so quirky and personal, I feel like I know her. I know I don’t really, but she just seems very accessible and oddly familiar. Maybe because I’ve met quite a few brainy, quirky, artistic women who remind me of her and her of them……go ahead and laugh, but I gave my youngest daughter “Imogen” as a middle name (wasn’t gonna curse her for life with my weirdo choice for a *first* name). Partly in honor of my favorite female musician, and partly because I’m British in descent and I just liked the name. Music for life!!! |
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