| Astronautalis – Meet Me Here Later Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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From the lyrics provided with the album (and thank you for admitting you don't necessarily have the right lyrics): Baptized and salt skinned with bitten lipped Smiles I pass by all lost in the sketchy lead Lines of bread crumbs retraced for the rest of the ride Bathed in the moonlight of perfect American nights Funny ride, lovely night, song sets the pace Young lovers sing along through touched face True love waits in shallow waters under darkened skies Preying on handcuffed hands of solid plans and blacked out eyes We're killing cowboys left and right again with guilty little trips and recycled cans (Gimme whiskey lips and dirty hands) Everyone's got a ribbon all of a sudden and a soapbox to stand Starry-eyed and shitfaces on their plans, let's call the super models And your favorite bands, ask them all just exactly what they've got planned (to save us from our own impeding doom) They were, baptized and salt skinned with bitten lipped smiles, all lost in (all lost in)... "Oh God, how you grow, oh God how you grow." Meet me here later and we'll make out They were broke bone and paint chipped With bitten lip (bitten lip) smiles and soft heads "Oh Lord, how you shine, oh Lord how you shine." Meet me here later and we'll make out The last ones roll bowling balls right down 3rd street Doing donuts through the front lawns, keg in back seat Paint stained pants, gas huff, make out, and bleed Mr. Mouthful of bugs has pockets packed with popcorn seeds It cost me nothing, the assholes all obsessed with spelling, sweaty Out of breath from yelling, chase them up and down the ceiling, Fuck your bleeding heart Take another twenty, buddy, all we need is murder money Czek swore I'd laugh at anything |
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| Astronautalis – Oceanwalk Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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This song is about him teaching himself how to rap while walking his dog (a soft-coated wheaten terrier named Dolly) through "the mean streets of Atlantic Beach, Florida." Straight from the man's mouth. |
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| Astronautalis – Barrel Jumping (A Man of Letters) Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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One change I would make to this for certain would be to the line "Your lovliness" I really think it goes "You love the mess? I'll give you one that you'll never forget." As in a mess of himself after riding a barrel off of Niagara Falls. In the end, he survives the fall (no big bang, no big mess), which I think mimics thinking you'll never get over someone, and then slowly learning to live with things. |
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| Butthole Surfers – The Lord Is a Monkey Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Deeper meaning or no, it's the premise of the song. It doesn't make sense, it's not really supposed to make sense or to be considered depply, I agree. But it also has a loose storyline that shouldn't be denied. |
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| Butthole Surfers – My Brother's Wife Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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And he has not done his brother's wife. He has accidentally walked in on his brother's wife topless. All he can say is "...I really must be off." He would rather not be sexually attracted to his brother's wife. This leads me to imagine a situation where the man is not attracted to his brother's wife, really, but hasn't had sex in a long time. The first breasts he sees in ages are his brother's wife's. "Not my brother's wife's breasts" Any breasts but those. |
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| Butthole Surfers – My Brother's Wife Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I am king of my dominion. I share the secrets of the clout. Jesus, the clown? Really? |
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| Butthole Surfers – Thermador Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Haha. Everybody know freedom. Frito's are delicious, though, so I approve. There's so much wrong with these lyrics, but I'm too tired. Tomorrow, tomorrow. |
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| Butthole Surfers – Cough Syrup Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Also, the finishing verses are beautiful. I heard that his brother is a viking, he like to solve a problem with a gun I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter, I'd like to sail a ship into the sun I know that your mother is a martyr, I heard she's got connections with the mob I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter, I'd like to see the wood curl up and burn If you don't get it after that much, you don't get it. |
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| Butthole Surfers – Cough Syrup Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Third BS song that I've re-done tonight: She played for the Angels I played for the Tribe The summer had been stolen And the bases were all loaded There was big money on the line Big money all the time Yeah, there was big money on the line Well, I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my mail alone I was in the kitchen The year was in the fall A friend of mine had told me that there weren't no point in moanin No there weren't no point at all There was big fire in the hall, yeah There weren't no points at all Well I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my mail alone And I can't talk so I guess I got nothing to say I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away Lock stock and barrel All the dogs were gone and feral And the car ran like a broken percolator His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the yard There was big money on the line And I heard that his brother was a viking He liked to solve a problem with a gun If you wanna know the facts you gotta teach em how to act And I hate cough syrup, don't you? I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter I'd like to sail a ship into the sun If you wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Booth And I hate cough syrup, don't you? I know that your mother is a martyr I heard she's got connections with the mob If you wanna learn to fight you gotta drink up all the light And I hate cough syrup, don't you? I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter I'd like to see the wood curl up and burn If you wanna touch the sky you must be prepared to die And I hate cough syrup, don't you? I hate cough syrup and I hate the food in Europe And I hate cough syrup, it's true If you wanna know the truth, you gotta dig up Johnny Booth And I hate cough syrup, don't you? I hate cough syrup, it's true. The song is about things that suck that you can't avoid. Such as cough syrup. "I can't walk, so I guess I'm gonna stay at home." "A friend of mine had told me that there ain't no point in moanin." "If you wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Booth" alludes to John Wilkes Booth, who shot a great president, which is something we can't change. The food in Europe sucks, but if you want to enjoy Europe, you've got to eat. People who think that Butthole Surfers' lyrics don't make sense are retarded, they're all some of the most blatant lyrics I've ever heard. He mumbles. That's all. Try listening harder, every song is really easy to understand if you pay attention. |
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| Butthole Surfers – Ah Ha Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| Also, it's clearly about being stuck in a dead end rut that seems busy but holds nothing. He's got no good stories to the point where he can't remember what goes where in a good story (hence the second verse) and he doesn't want to die that way. | |
| Butthole Surfers – Ah Ha Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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These lyrics are shamefully wrong as well. Closest I can figure (Not perfect) are: Hello Monday Seems like Friday happened just the other day Tuesday fades to Friday morning Then it started up again What will I do? Month is through Nothing seems to change I guess I'll have to wait for Friday To turn into another day Turn into another day Turn into another day, now I'm not tired but I'm caught in runnin round, and I dunno In and out and runnin round and I dunno Hello no one How will I be doing nothing til tomorrow? Something told me nowhere called To tell me nothing will be home Somehow could not find the words That can be used to fill my story Guess you'll have to fake the rest Because it might be rather boring Yeah, it might be rather boring Might be rather boring to you Could it be an atrophy Of memories Or loss of face as Many years I can't recall Situation's all that weighs here Perhaps I should be happy with The many things I can't remember Battle through the solitude Yet another lonely winter Yet another lonely winter Yet another lonely winter Half the time I called it right and I dunno In and out and (runnin round?) and I dunno Always dealin never fighting, I dunno Is this living worth dying? I dunno I know he mumbles, but is it really that hard to listen to the song? |
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| Butthole Surfers – The Lord Is a Monkey Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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These lyrics are wrong, and so the meaning is lost. From what I've gathered (I won't deny it's tough to understand) the real lyrics go as follows: Ahh, the Lord is a monkey Thanksgiving's comin on the Fourth of July In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye Well she come from out west on a nickel worth of gas She's got her mind on her money and her dope up her ass Outside of Phoenix had a gimme, broke down Burned her crack and bought a rig, she was outta that town Ohh Well she was a Hare Krishna in the (Ashram Bare?) She was sellin “Good as God,” had her funky ass hair She put food in my mouth and she threw me in the bed Where she cut off my balls and she sewed em to my head Now she's headin back east in a '67 caddy Got her mind on her money and her dope for her daddy Uh Well I met her on the street where she beat me like a fool Then she got me accepted to an Ivy League school Well I real did good but it's kickin my ass I lost 38 pounds and my eye turned to glass Well she's lookin pretty good first week of July She's got her dope up her ass and a needle in her eye. Thanksgiving's comin on the Fourth of July In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye Well she came from out west on a nickel worth of gas Got her mind on her money and her dope up her ass It's about meeting a drug dealing girl who got him hooked on something new. Hence, Thanksgiving in the middle of summer. She's got the best stuff, and she's smuggling it (up her ass) across the country, west to east. The internet always disappoints on Butthole Surfer lyrics. |
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