| Skinny Puppy – Killing Game Lyrics | 10 years ago |
| @[gevrik:1596] that's interesting - i'd never heard that from anyone else | |
| Skinny Puppy – Love In Vein Lyrics | 10 years ago |
| @[heltir1723:1595] anyone who has paid attention to interviews and knows what these experiences are like would know it was coke he was banging over 30-40 times a day. This is why he toured with Pigface - to kick H but then he got into shooting coke and caught hepatitis for a little bit. | |
| ohGr – pissage Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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^addendum: i later started hearing "rotting under tarp" along with "on the top" |
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| ohGr – 101 Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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i was previously unaware so many did not know the dialogue for the intro and that half is playing backwards... damn... From 0:00 backwards: ...and i wish forward: oh - my - God what should I say about the world? backwards: the world's a crazy place, full of hills and such, and oil with unleaded initials note: when played in forward, "full of hills and such" sounds a lot like "should i Google myself?" ...and then that "oh - my - God" sounds like "dot - com - oil," LmAo :P forward: chemistry - concrete - oiloiloil - creature'o'black lagoon - yes - no - Ford - Lexus - ...another one/1 |
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| ohGr – 101 Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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101 seems like i am out of touch twisted icy hands detach seeing through this sad jigsaw stitch work cancer working through every saying has its day every plaything goes away eyes excuse what's to abuse in seeing through what's safe to say fascination with the truth doesn't get much closer to those things come in very clear wish ahead course set disappear every stasis minds the truth every detail has it's good flies surrounding pounds of lies and stinking piles of undelight |
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| ohGr – Eyecandy Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Eyes avoid the end before the truth that makes the world inside the paint that looks around this sort of game it looks into the same old thing it seems like it is all a lie I feel like I'm about to die and now I'm looking deep inside and now it may keep me alive Eyecandy what would make the world a better place for you and I Freak sneaks a peak inside the door where things have never grown before into the depths of your intestines and messes infected injects a love into the wildest thing I know and now its way too hard to grow but everything that I will know eyecandy what will make the world a better place for you and I Eyes avoid the end before the truth that makes the world inside the paint that looks around this time again it looks into the color-scape it seems like it is all alive I feel like I'm about to die and now I'm looking deep inside and now it can't keep me alive |
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| ohGr – Eyecandy Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| the "i love reading yr shit! and this is what the devil does" was supposed to go "here" | |
| ohGr – Eyecandy Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| i love reading your shit! lmao this is what the devil does | |
| ohGr – pissage Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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(we have some different spots in our transcriptions) A very interesting reply and for a lot of reasons. in your analogy "purity" would be "truth." the first time i heard it i received the abstract visualization of cocaine being cut to whatever decisive degree and the baby powder being what's really happening right now around us and how the relationship to the volume of misinformation and other deceptions; things pushing towards delusion. i also visualized the curling corners of burning paper money stacking into the sky. the pharmaceutical industry 's win-win system constructed up over time on the very same soil where these veterans of war (as well as the REST of us they equally treat like their "property") sit in and rot in pill-dispensary huddles making bundles for the labs' pill races. i live disabled and have a 13 pill breakfast, 2 needles and 4 IV's and it seems to make me feel more touched by the track. every day i have an unreal amount of daMNed pill bottles sorted out in a row in front of my computer monitor and then even after morning dose i have to do some other shit every 4 hours or so. it's actually exhausting. it's an existence that feels very....well...gross, and i'll never be out of it. that line hits me very personally cuz every moment of every day i seriously do deal with the smell of death from several several medicine bottles and i know some or all of it is me that is what i am smelling die. these patriots have to put up with being stuck in this system and sadly watching a world less free than whenever it was in time they lost whatever they sacrificed in exchange for their current position. freedom has definitely gone toxic. ...also... *the lyric "rotting under tarp" has occurred to me before. I hope I didn't type total shit, I'm buzzed and I have to look at the keyboard very closely to type |
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| ohGr – pissage Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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still walking out backward stalked ass injured trip all over the mould free markets of sunshine violent burns out spattering pulse missing misfortune what's happening yeah it's happening now sitting on the fence all is easy or split when legs don't hold the system folds still stacking it up now your strength is coming from corners that curl accented with perfume the smell of death from the medicine bottle still stinking of deadly wishes from the mouth of our patriots rotting on the top pissing on the edge waiting for the proof sifting the flour thru cut with the truth still stinking our place up what's helpless leaked it out of the way it's feeding on sunshine never give it up never get in the way it's taking the heart of golden burrowing bugs that listen away stinking in a space thinking it's a race waiting for a sleeper pill ***", a drink" (2nd time)*** freedom free dumb-dumb fuckers let the time machine detoxify it |
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| ohGr – Smogharp Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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flight breaks the outer limits fade and inner lights on thin ice, slowing on down, beyond, my eyes like deadly infants with limbs of frequency scream begins i'd like to fall but the infant's mind so blind, so DIMD, forever and minE was gone smelling meek this dies you need not, a devil. HA! say it mother, what if they... something's not quite right, hear me feed the anger, feel what made the midnight sunshine gone away pain, pain go away see again to see the day in what was once a monster stays and sees that nothing lasts forever grey now see me out to sea grey now see me out to see me |
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| ohGr – Timebomb Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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my name is cokey your favorite chokey come on and check me out friendship is fun when you're on the run from everything i'm about some say it's silly some say familiar wanting to be let out i've dealt with billions of your resilience come on and let me out my favorite thrill is there in the end i feel a timebomb ticking closer to my house and you're free to go if you can closer to the way ?i've become? before you were in my heart and if i'm choking while you're still smoking wash what the burnt left out seldom the sum of what i have done will leave you with empty house some say my virus eat at the liars waiting to spit me up i spent your billions taking the chill on come on and let me shout closer to the way ?i've become? before you were in my heart closer to the way i've kept you kept you from my heart |
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| ohGr – Whitevan Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| and, oh, yeah. the subject is shadow government. | |
| ohGr – Whitevan Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| Oh, yeah. and it's "what did you find?" "a white van" What else did you find?" "i'm not color-blind." | |
| ohGr – Whitevan Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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WHITEVAN facing this prospect i settle for today's over-introspection i feast upon decay around me is misfortune my avenue of spades digging all the so-called diggers digging his own grave meet me, mr. indecision watch his machine cave in upon itself then wash wash dinner time then the rinse away the scenes are best from over there out beyond the shade my diggers in their dirty coats the attitude of spades passing the inspection, no, now this is everyday special forces special boots to stomp or comes to play fancy men so over-suited for the final days keep the prints in timely tense wring out the bearing child at bay christen me disaster at least that's what i say into which the thing determines which rate he decays keeping loads of sunshine i love with the job i play digging out this whole shitty world digging it today white world need indication my vindication to know nothing exists opens all to "what" & "if" portions of my emptiness sitting by the open door looking up to take it out settle in to catch the show read situation dead indication feels like a clock i ate ticking in this toxic state ready for an occupant suck it up to sniff the paint sniffing up the weakest link rising from the righteous stink see simulation speak to take a piece of me held by 2 walls of life hope and shame we're burning bright in the palm to brace the rope firmly placed around my throat inching worm upstanding comes and slipping through my finger burns in such seclusion my own intrusion upon my waking state each of us must face their fates crawling wicked crawl some more broken body crayon floor pulling through to face the flaw pushing back you push some more |
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| ohGr – Whitevan Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| THAT is the worst transcription I have ever seen in my LIFE. | |
| Skinny Puppy – Killing Game Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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*act of playing mean changes toys into tools *fools' weapons well presents the killing game *dripping tap-tap temple door *bitter scraping tooth and nail *then pretend nothing, blinds-blinds closed in sanctuary *shards cold glass *tongue lash spewing red tortured animal *places his own foot in its own trap *crazy sharper teeth |
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| Skinny Puppy – Killing Game Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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the killing game is what you do when your lifestyle gets to a point that you're a totally freaked out shut-in, hiding from your freaking window blinds completely paranoid, feeling all the danger around you coming from your own deeds, your environment, all your social contacts, and even the sidewalk traffic and its ambient noise blaring death threats at you through the walls.... it is desperately trying to assert to yourself and your demons that you're holding the 4 walls hostage and not the reverse. there was a point in time where people would pop in like the Candyman to see if i was dead yet and then stir me up with more paranoia and other dirtier, more toxic "killing tools" for me to play with and then they'd come back at some other point to agitate me and observe me slowly killing myself very much to their entertainment. totally like demonic agents sent from some other dimension to facilitate and sustain my suffering as they seemed to feed off it for their own nourishment. |
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| Skinny Puppy – Ugli Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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sacrifice no device way beyond our chemicals something owned nothing earned need to feed the empty hole energy source demonize obligate all to fit inside sacrifice sacrifice oil the ugli chemical all hail to the king for the rest of your life jesus wants to be ugli paranoid criticize quantify the human soul rituals indisposed ? up on the ? ? ? antichrist terrorize thank the ugli chemical jesus wants to be ugli |
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| Skinny Puppy – Dal Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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right right. something to the effect of: "where are you going to go?" Where are you going to run?" "where are you going to hide?" "there is no one like you left." -addendum on dal one not owning up to responsibility for their actions, needs, and debts to the environment sustaining it. a doll running on an unrealistic diet of infinite resources where they're, in all actuality, quickly running out for everyone. consumers who contribute nothing and continuously post date the same phony check for their tab they'll never really pay but only roll out more promises for reconciliation in some undefined future. "dal" is also the first syllable in "doll-ar..." hence, never paid up, never completed, closed off, denying any end to the bill and the impending reality check. one is often surprised when simply asking Ogre the correct line in this or that song... the transcriptions are a very tedious and difficult task. i'm well aware we don't really know a lot of the lyrics, even where lines "sound" obvious, we have been corrected so many times on these things already... it would be arrogant and naive to believe i'm actually right about half the transcription work i've done with Mythmaker and i certainly do not... |
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| Skinny Puppy – Empte Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| seems like a statement that what organized religion has unraveled into has totally debased the deeper meanings and intrinsic value of spirituality for Ogre... | |
| Cursive – Sierra Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| my ex-wife just had me look up these lyrics. i thought it was really cruel...she said she knows it's how i must feel everyday and it's meaningful to me that she considers my feelings about it but it still hurt my feelings. fuck. it's the truth. what can i do? | |
| Skinny Puppy – Hardset Head Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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i like insideoucast's interpretation.... mine is different. simpler, I think. Hardset Head is the experience of having one or more peole in your ear, yacking, making racket, won't leave you alone. all you want is to be in silence with yourself. others intrude due to their misguided compassion. people wont listen when you say that you wanna be alone. you don't wanna talk about anything right now. these benevolent pricks fucking insist. SHUT UP! |
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| Skinny Puppy – Glass Houses Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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fragility of reality tunnel. the ease of "changing your mind." we have freedom of reality within the centimeters of our heads, shut up in the darkness of our domicile sanctuaries. we can walk out of our homes with an entire worldview in place.... only to have reality rain down like "solvent," eating our eyes from our us, the beholders, and all our presumptions of having any pitiful grasp on some clear calculation of any such quantitative and objective measurement, or model of our world and any concept of ultimate truth... smashed into fragile shards |
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| Skinny Puppy – Love In Vein Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| IV cocaine. NOT heroin... | |
| Skinny Puppy – Far Too Frail Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| yeah what he said. white slavery during Reagan administration | |
| Skinny Puppy – Dal Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| it's about not having to take care of yourself at all. total irresponsibility. like a doll | |
| Skinny Puppy – Cult Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| a very sad song. this is what love is like for men. women are mysterious figureheads we surround ourselves around, never questioning their agendas/motivations. we are devoted to whatever insanity they insist and we give them the privilege to flip flop between completely contradictory ideologies. like a cult. irrational, but with a very specific direction. to men, women seem plain crazy. insane. when we encounter a new love, we might find ourselves caught in the illusion that "this one" doesn't have the curse like the rest of her cult, and our naivety makes us their cult. the figurehead of a cult needs no empathy with its human subjects so we are always alone. sometimes more alone than others. all scenarios equally painful when the one you live for refuses to look on you. | |
| Skinny Puppy – Circustance Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| the point of view of someone in a literal hell, describing all the options he can find around him ridiculous, phony, and absurd. an option for transcendence, escape, a way out has made itself available but that appears just as artificial and absurd as the circus where he suffers in the presence. a circus stance. a rejection of the perceived artificiality of prayer and the absurdity of its appearance to the soul who needs it most. | |
| Skinny Puppy – Candle Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| terrors of mortality in an overpopulated world where death still outweighs life | |
| Skinny Puppy – Blue Serge Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| You really think that? Even when Ogre has already published his lyrics and they say "Mine," not "Mind...?" You're seriously still deliberating on the subject? Come on... | |
| The Jesus Lizard – Horse Doctor Man Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| "can't be ready for birth?" "can't be ready for life?" "...death, etc." | |
| The Jesus Lizard – Horse Doctor Man Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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My interpretation of the song concerns sex between two people with a large age gap between them. On the ugliest level (the one my money days Yow was working on)the song describes an adult brutally raping a child. On a lighter level (doubt it's what Yow had in mind) the lyrics remind me of my own experiences with much older or much younger females. These are the things we say to ourselves and sometimes to the other party and it's definitely what I've been thinking while in the act under certain circumstances. I've been told by older women that I couldn't "possibly be ready for..." from their point of view. I vividly remember the girls back in jr high who seemed so naive to the point they were nearly like children to me. I remember the perverted point of view, where I felt so much bigger than them. More powerful and totally in control. That wasn't love-making. It was "hard." It was "cold." In those moments, pinning down my classmates, I absolutely perceived my c*ck a "weapon of war." These people come to us with their ignorance and their innocence expecting their concept of "help" but we really aren't who they think. We're someone else and they only knew our alias. -Rob McCain |
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| Skinny Puppy – Goneja Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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01-10-2010 i feel "Goneja" is about losing touch with one's own past & the cyclic "phasing out" of all the different people, cliques, & moments contained in its segments. a heavy, longing nostalgia for all those incredible people who were swallowed up, erased, or just lost in general during those smokey, surreal, crazy times, & the backdrop of all the fucked up, hazy-eyed, & bizarre people/circumstances that encompassed those special times. |
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| Skinny Puppy – Goneja Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| i feel "Goneja" is about losing touch with our own past & the cyclic "phasing out" of all the different people and moments contained within its segments. heavy, longing nostalgia for those incredible people who were swallowed up, erased, or lost in general during the more surreal & smokey, crazy times, & all the fucked up, hazy-eyed, or simply bizarre people & circumstances that encompassed all of it. | |
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