| The Dillinger Escape Plan – Lurch Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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Correct lyrics from lyric... sheet. I don't know your name From my window Do you lust for fame or forgiveness? Well I'll give you everything you want Well I'll give you everything you need You won't be perfect so best to freeze you in this state Go on home You shouldn't be walking around on this day Now you've stuffed your throat You've walked on your burial ground Oh you'll draw the crowd With honey porcelain skin and crystal baby blues Your picture in my pocket I'm obsessed with you Oh sweety there's no sense in crying You're above them all Barricade the door You can hold my hand for comfort when you fall You wear your skin so fresh Your smell intoxicates Little starlet |
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| The Dillinger Escape Plan – Milk Lizard Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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I should've had my pre-order by now... ordered the CD/shirt package three weeks ago and I still don't have the damn thing. Fuckin' postal service. And Relapse for not shipping it out until Monday. That aside... the actual lyrics make me think this song was meant to be Setting Fire to Sleeping Giants part 2. |
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| The Dillinger Escape Plan – Fix Your Face Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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Yes, there are. Try these. you want a fiction you can’t have alive but you can’t walk writhing around on the floor you won’t be the world’s tomb it’s too late because you never look around you’re like a deer in the headlights baby queen of delusion you will never learn compassion start a fire and you can never put it out you’re burning up in the flames you started I want to see you face down because I know that you play that part so well oh don’t wait the casket is open ready for the funeral but we are still moving on ready to celebrate there will be no comeback no coming back for any one of us now don’t you realize there is nowhere you can hide where I’m from there is never a rest for the hunted no way you and I will ever be done we’re never apart whatever you’re doing she will always cross your mind yeah you were young and now you’ll pay the price for her pray for her |
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| Horse the Band – I Think We Are Both Suffering from the Same Crushing Metaphysical Crisis Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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How small are we compared to space and time? And was anyone else reminded of Parodius? |
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| Horse the Band – His Purple Majesty Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| "His purple majesty" has to be one of the greatest names I've heard for a penis. | |
| The Dillinger Escape Plan – The Perfect Design Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| Savior... there are plenty of other vocalists that don't have the privilege of being as insane as Mike Patton. Guess they're shit too, eh? =/ | |
| The Dillinger Escape Plan – Crutch Field Tongs Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| Update... Crutchfield is a consumer electronics corporation. So... "Crutch Field Tongs" becomes "Consumer Electronic Gripping Devices." I don't get it. | |
| The Locust – Armless and Overactive/Invented Organs Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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"...they went from cocaine to Rogaine. And you know something? They're still counting grams, only now it's fat grams." - George Carlin Everyone loves baby boomers. |
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| The Screamers – 122 Hours Of Fear Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| 122 hours is the amount of time usually required for a master's degree. At the moment, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the song. | |
| The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower – Circuit Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| The rise of the fashion clones. | |
| The Dillinger Escape Plan – Panasonic Youth Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Anyone else think the title has anything to do with Sonic Youth? | |
| The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower – For Marcus Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Marcus Wayman's suicide. | |
| The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower – Johnny, You're All Grown Up Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Stop living in the past and get on with your life. | |
| The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower – Comeback 1968 Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Elvis impersonators are getting old. | |
| The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower – Attached To The Hip Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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OK, the lyrics should be... I left something inside One crime A gift that never dies I left something inside Please forget everything I just said Pick a poison to change your mind Nothing holds lies better Than the bourgeiosie The flavor to compete against Your favorite enemy Keeping up with the Joneses. A new fad pops up, and shazam, suburban American floods the scene. |
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| The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower – Attached To The Hip Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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OK, the lyrics should be... I left something inside One crime A gift that never dies I left something inside Please forget everything I just said Pick a poison to change your mind Nothing holds lies better |
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| Fear Before – Drowning The Old Hag Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| David Marion's "old hag" syndrome. Kinda like sleep paralysis. Not sure whether or not it's metaphorical. Probably about God. | |
| Fear Before – Dog Sized Bird Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Dog sized bird = vulture. Have your fun while you can, but your time's coming. |
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| Fear Before – Complete The Utter Confusion… Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Fuck Jehovah's Witnesses. | |
| Fear Before – Absolute Future Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| The band's realization that their points will be shunned by listeners. | |
| Fear Before – A Gift For Fiction Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Religious people (especially Christians) death-centered life and inability to admit the lack of evidence for the existence of their god. | |
| The Dillinger Escape Plan – 43% Burnt Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Just to shed some light on the title... 43 is the number of times Danny says "red rum" before Jack starts breaking into the apartment in The Shining. Yeah, Dimitri's pissed. |
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| The Dillinger Escape Plan – Clip The Apex... Accept Instruction Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| The musical reincarnation of Columbine. | |
| Prize Fighter Inferno – Our Darling Daughter You Are, Little Cecillia Marie Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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c0h33d... you're a rather well-informed chap. Where'd you get this information? |
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| Secret Lives of The Freemasons – Less Tude, More Dude Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Methinks this song may have something to do with the religious right. Just a hunch. More people should know about this band. They're not getting the whoring they need. Yeah. |
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| The Blood Brothers – Beautiful Horses Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Jordan Blilie Pets the Wild Horse's Mane...? | |
| The Blood Brothers – Johnny Ripper Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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... Stevie Ray Henderson? I didn't notice that in the song title. |
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| Fear Before – Law Of Averages Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Muslim extremists' belief that the 9/11 attacks would get them into Heaven. | |
| The Blood Brothers – Laser Life Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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These are the correct lyrics from the booklet. Enjoy. Oh, Team Machine! I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream. We watch crabs and lobsters eat a dead cop's throat And stuff our mouths with gutted stereos. Oh, Team Machine! Every single piano I've ever met in my life Never sounded as good as melted Casio keys Burning in a sea that sings out in 3-D. Oh, that Laser Rain kept me up all night again Scratching at the window like a bright colored beast, Cursing at the dawn like an adulterous priest. Shake your hands (Like they're full of feathers!) Shake your wings (Like they're laced with sound!) Shake your skin (Like a scrambled TV!) Gnash your teeth like a flamingo swarm. I think my night unplugged its life. Digital sunrise! Digital sunset! Oh, Team Machine! The world's got no end and it's got no beginning. Now I'm coughing up maracas and tambourines, Looking over cliffs of eternity. Shake your hands (Like they're full of disaster!) Shake your wings (Like they're painted with tar!) Shake your skin (Like it's sewn with insects!) Gnash your teeth like an exploding car. And if your night unplugs its life Blame it on the Laser Rain. And if your life unplugs its eyes Blame it on the Laser Rain. Because you can't blame the sun, it's been bought and sold To a day that's never dawning. And you can't blame the sky, it collapsed twelve times; Now it's buried in a digital coffin. So you climb out to your windowsill As the drum machines laugh to themselves. As for the meaning... We rely on computers and technology to guide us through our daily lives. Americans in the 17th century, however, did not. Of course, they were religious lunatics who believed that Nebraska was a witch, but anyway... |
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| The Dear Hunter – The Inquiry of Ms.Terri Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Ms. Terri = Mystery...? Maybe. |
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| The Locust – The Perils Of Believing In Round Squares Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Religion is not truth. It is comfort, and nothing more. | |
| The Number Twelve Looks Like You – Texas Dolly Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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The heightened willingness for risk that comes with consecutive wins in casino games. And as for the title: "Texas Dolly" is the nickname of Poker player Doyle Brunson, the first person to earn $1 million by playing Poker. |
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| The Number Twelve Looks Like You – Like a Cat Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Emo kids claiming individuality when they're only conforming to another standard. | |
| The Number Twelve Looks Like You – Category Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Does anyone else think of drug addiction? ("vacuuming dirt into your pipes", "folded into a fetal position", etc.) That's all I can take from this one. |
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| The Receiving End Of Sirens – Broadcast Quality Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Does anyone else think of Martha Stewart when they hear this song? ...Maybe I'm a bit touched. Sounds like the way people are judged on the quality of their outward appearances (which would explain the title, their "broadcast quality"). The guy doesn't feel like resisting and "lays his arms to rest." His "subordinate coordinates," or his true identity, has been lost thanks to the girl's deceptive "web." Someone elaborate. I don't feel like typing any more. |
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| The Bled – You Know Whose Seatbelt Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| I don't even know why these lyrics are posted. These are the lyrics to Dale Earnhardt's Seatbelt. "You Know Who's Seatbelt" is the censored title for the CD case; it's Dale Earnhardt's Seatbelt in the lyrics book, sort of like "Stop the Car" and "Stop the Fuckin' Car" by Circa Survive. Same concept. It's all outward censorship, except this one tries to mask more of a chronological controversy than a universal one. | |
| The Bled – Millionaires Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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To me, it has two possible meanings: religion and money. Most likely money. The basic premise is that supreme dominion is, and always will be, in the hands of the rich: "This is ours to love and take apart at will." "These woven webs conceal the blueprints from me" is James' lament of how things are changing solely to meet the expectations of the rich. Basically, that they've masked the original beauty ("blueprints") of things with "woven webs" and "wires." "Sometimes we kill the lights/Pretend that we survived/We're never gonna die" Dying here is probably metaphorical. When the current millionaires pass out of existence, there will always be more to take their place, and the cycle of corporate ruin will persist. Phew. You can tell I'm bored. |
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| The Bled – I Don't Keep With Liars Anymore Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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I really can't believe there are no comments on this song. "I Don't Keep With Liars Anymore." Sounds like someone's converting to Atheism/Agnosticism. I'm pretty sure James is saying that religion is a lie. He seems to be mostly pissed at the fact that the churches are non-profit organizations (they don't have to pay taxes, but they make money from tithes) and/or hypocrites who only have "faith" to keep themselves comfortable and readily controllable. He also suggests that upon a close examination of the Bible, major contradictions and logical fallacies are evident (the "bloody sword" of religion, so to speak). That's all I got from it. Maybe it's something to do with Adolf Bush. Someone else want to comment? |
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| The Bled – House of Suffering (Bad Brains cover) Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Oops, I meant Bad Brains. | |
| The Bled – House of Suffering (Bad Brains cover) Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Yeah, this is originally by Machine Head. Might want to throw that somewhere in there. | |
| The Bled – Guttershark Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Sounds like it's referring to Jesus a lot. That and religion's "bloody glove." That's all I can come up with. | |
| The Dillinger Escape Plan – Unretrofied Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Line-by-line interpre-transla-fantasti-splendi-meaning-gasm! Woohoo! ... Anyway... Is the can half diseased or is the disease half canned - Refers to the capricious nature of trends/fads. Is the man half machine or is the machine half man - Are we emotionless or just faking our emotions? I'll just fake it in the end - I don't want to think for myself; I'll just copy someone else. Just save it for a new song and leave dead in the end - I'll hide my true self until there is no "me" anymore. I live for the masses. Time is wasted in the end - I could have had all this time to be myself, but I chose to be someone else. Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again - I'll end up in a coffin and I'll be more dead than I was when I lost my identity. Now they're looting our holes until there is nothing left - My identity has been entirely compromised by fads. Callous intentions it seems, coward's invention at best - (People actually advocate these fads, meant to keep people under a subtle form of control, because the higher-ups are scared to think what might happen if people suddenly started thinking.) We're all dead - No one really owns their own personalities anymore. Jesus can't play the music 'cause he's nailed to the cross - (Because of Jesus' eventful death, many people gave their identity to God, making religion probably the most popular and lasting fad.) And over gnawed off feet I find I can't walk - My ability to think for myself has been completely destroyed, and I am now just a member of the American machine. |
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| The Dillinger Escape Plan – Hollywood Squares Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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OK, first of all, I have to say that whoever this keith guy is obviously has no taste for artful expression. Miss Machine is the best thing to come out of New Jersey's collective sphincter. Period. Anyway, onto the meaning: anyone ever seen Wonder Showzen season one on MTV2? Episode 2 has a scene where Chauncey plays Paper-Rock-Scissors against God for the fate of the earth. That makes me think this song is about religion and the uselessness of prayer. God is the "lucky penny," "lion tamer," and "4-leaf contraceptive." Prayer is basically based on a fifty-fifty system of luck. No matter what superstition you choose, your prayers are going to be "answered" at about the same rate. Plus, prayer completely defies the so-called "divine plan." So really, prayer is "going nowhere." If you want more information on this stuff, listen to "You Are All Diseased" by George Carlin. Funny guy. |
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| The Dillinger Escape Plan – The Mullet Burden Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Wow... first comment in almost four years... fuck. I saw TDEP last night at a tiny record store and they played this song in the middle of the set. As soon as the woman's scream played, the audience (there was only a miniature pit) were looking around like "Dude, WTF." Craziness. As for the meaning... the title seems to be referring to being treated as a social exile (which is the burden of having a mullet, one must say). The song itself is about people who threaten suicide just for the attention. It basically says, "As long as long as you're going to say it, then do it. I want to see if you have the balls. Or the vagina. I don't know. You're just fucking yourself over either way." There. I did it. You bunch of slackers. |
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| The Dillinger Escape Plan – Weekend Sex Change Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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I think this song is about how crack babies are really percussion instruments with coffee in their diapers. And the lyrics are wrong. They should be |
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| Neon Blonde – Cherries in Slow Motion Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Anyone remember the movie "Grease"? Just a thought, but "Danny" could be a reference to that Danny. | |
| The Fall of Troy – Mouths Like Sidewinder Missiles Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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The title just seems to scream "oral sex" at me. That's all I can figure out. |
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| Chiodos – The Words 'Best Friend' Become Redefined Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Umm... I may be wrong, but I think this song is about pneumonia. | |
| Thrice – Carol Of The Bells Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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This is a cover of a Ukrainian Christmas folk song. So... how about some lyrical interpretations? Personally, I think it's about how, although they seem innocent enough, the multitudes of door-to-door salesmen around Christmastime destroy the spirit of the holiday. Sound valid? |
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| The Knack – My Sharona Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| There was a time at which I avoided this song like the plague. Now, thanks to The Number 12 Looks Like You (great band), this song makes me want to eat some fruit, drop my pants, and join the Navy. Thanks Number 12! | |
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