| Aesop Rock – Daylight Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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These are the correct lyrics. Yyo... Put one up for shackle-me not clean logic procreation I did not invent the wheel, I was the crooked spoke adjacent While the triple-sixers' lassos keep angels roped in the basement I walk the block with a halo and a stick pokin' your patience. Y'all catch a 30 second flash visual Dirty cooperative med platoon, bloom, head-trip split ridiculous Fathom the splicing of first generation fuck-up with trickle-down anti-hero smack-- Crackin'! I pace me game for zero hour completion greetin' splash Duke of early retirement, pick a dream, American nightmare hoggin' the screen --I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in If you'd stop followin' me 'round the jungle gym. Now it's Honor and I spell it with the H I stole from Heritage Merit crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teaming resonance I promise: temperance towards breed with a leaning conscious See, the creed acts sense responsive, but my sports supports the wattage, and I'm sleeping now! (Wow!) Yeah, the settlers laugh, You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash! You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags into rags! You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs! You won't be laughing! And I'll hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed So I triple knot 'em and forgot 'em. This origami dream is beautiful, but man, those wings'll never leave the ground without a feather and a lottery ticket, Now settle down. All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way, All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way. (2x) (Yes, yes, y'all, and ya don't stop, keep on, to the break of dawn) (4x) --Slacker bounded intimate tabloid headline with a pulse Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time engulfed, divvy crumbs for the better souls With seven deadly stains, adhere the blame to crystal conscience, The result's a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished. Ok, link me to activism chain, activate street sweep Plug deteriorating xenobit Pendragon I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men (Alley gospel) Sinking yer Lincoln-Log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle --I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the badge dream sparkle in my brick wall windows Another thick installment of one night in Gotham without the wretched "Houston we have a problem --Attached to the festive batch of city goblins" Who split holiday freak on a box-cut cinema high road bellow Head gripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus We're all feeling crimes congregating at pamper for bickering Life's not a bitch! Life is a beautiful woman You only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy. Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess. Kiss the speaker wire; Peter Pacifism pagan thresh hold Stomach full of halo kibbles Wings span cast black upon vigils Here to duck hunt ticker tape vision and pick apart the pixels I got a friend of polar nature, and it's all peace When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast (Metal Captain) This cat is asking if I've seen his bit of lost passion I told him yeah, but only when I pedaled past him. All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way, All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way. (2x) (Yes, yes, y'all, and ya don't stop, keep on, to the break of dawn) (4x) |
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| Buck 65 – Blood Of A Young Wolf Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Song seems really personal to me. Not exactly sure what B65 was trying to say. If I could sum up what the song means to me in a few lines it would be these : "I ain't got no culture, nothin', dirty words, but that don't count" "I remember pretty faces so severe & lyrical I'm talkin' Amelia Earhart, Neko Case or Frida Kahlo All alone the way it should be, I don't even need a shadow" "Broken fingers, goin' nowhere fast & screeching to hault All that work for nothing, oh, whipping boy. It's all my fault" "Really boring modern music, really boring modern girl Get me out of here I'm drowning, I don't like this modern world Anti-intellect & marketing. Pretty-pretty. Who needs talent? Crying eyes we're so out-numbered, fight for the right to remain silent But what do I know? Who am I? My two left feet my big dumb face I'd do the same if I had the chance. Cheat the system, rig the race It's all one big misunderstanding, inside out I turn my coat" To me it seems like a song about holding onto to hope vs an outlook on life becoming ever bleaker. |
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| Say Anything – Every Man Has His Molly Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Well, I agree with most so far, but I have another take on the song. Most of the rest of the album is filled with commentary on the music industry, and modern society. In that context, I think this song is a 'stab' at the "emo" scene, and how most songs' lyrical content revolves around the singer's current 20-something girlfriend.(coughDashboardcough) "Molly Connolly just broke up with me over the revealing nature of the songs" Some lines in the song seem a little too self-pitying for something I think Max would write un-sarcastically. He seems to be much more tasteful when writing about his pain (see Chia-like I shall grow) "Kill myself thinking about..." "Molly Connolly ruined my life..." The bit about merch money is him speaking as the 'emo' singer, essentially saying "buy our shit, I'm giving you exactly what you want to hear, another break-up song" Just my two cents. If Max says otherwise in interviews or the album booklet (lost mine years ago) so be it. I just always heard this song as a satire on the "emo" "scene" (yes I quoted those two words separately on purpose) |
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| Cradle of Filth – Saffron's Curse Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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Well, I kind of get both theories from the lyrics. The whole first half of the song, up until the second slow part (after the underdog day sunrise part) I think is about her being in a mental ward and suicidal and eventually killing herself and the Devil coming to her and buying her soul and all that, but as soon as the "I splintered her coffin part" comes in, almost every line after that paints an image of Dani Filth inside his dead girlfriends tomb going insane himself with the thought and sight of her dead. " I wished her back but the dead adored Her" that part definately has to come from a living mortal being, because if it were any creature in hell they would be one of the dead and that line wouldn't make sense. But it's the very last verse that gets me on the necrophilia part. To grant Her lows a remedy And mine desire's wish To taste thereof of Heaven's scent As sick and twisted as it is For Her corset laced with arsenic Hides snake curves within Her midst Whilst Her halo of white lies supplies Her temple to what God forbids This part definately makes me think of what would be going through this man's head as he's preparing to make love to his g/f's corpse. "To taste thereof of heaven's scent, as sick and twisted as it is." He feels that by doing this he will somehow get closer to a superhuman power. This these lyrics are pretty darned confusing, but it's a damned awesome song. Awesome CD too, CoF is fawkin' metal. |
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| The Black Dahlia Murder – Elder Misanthropy Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| This song gives me the image of some ageless undead warrior who is condemned to walk the earth for all eternity. I'm not sure what it's about exactly, but everytime I listen to it I just get the picture in my head of a 7 foot zombie-like creature with a giant sword slaying humans. Fawkin' rad! | |
| Thursday – For The Workforce, Drowning Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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I love this song, but somebody really should correct those lyrics. Falling from the top floor YOUR LUNGS FILL LIKE PARACHUTES and NINE TO FIVE! NINE TO FIVE! not lack of time |
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| Thursday – For The Workforce, Drowning Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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I love this song, but somebody really should correct those lyrics. Falling from the top floor YOUR LUNGS FILL LIKE PARACHUTES and NINE TO FIVE! NINE TO FIVE! not lack of time |
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| From Autumn to Ashes – Take Her To The Music Store Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Genres destroy music. If you like it you like it, if you don't you don't. No need for bashing. Why do you people waste your time bitching about things you will never have any power over? Grow up Kids Music IS Emotion. Musicians rule.Especially if you're in Bare Knuckle Boxing (that's my band) |
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| From Autumn to Ashes – Short Stories With Tragic Endings Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| This song is great. I'm not much of a fan of their new CD though. And all you emo bashers out there, I'm sorry us "emo-kids" don't express ourselves in the same macho-man ways as everybody else. Do you have anything better to do than bash on kids who you know are too smart to retaliate? Grow up. | |
| Incubus – Battlestar Scralatchtica Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| The bassline to this song grooves so fucking hard. Dirk rules. | |
| Incubus – Smokin The Herb Again Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| This song owns me. Time to pack one. | |
| Tristania – A Sequel Of Decay Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| This song is so beautiful it brings me to tears. | |
| Tristania – December Elegy Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| Tristania is my fucking God. Vibeke is a vocal genius. | |
| Tristania – December Elegy Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| Tristania is my fucking God. Vibeke is a vocal genius. | |
| Skycamefalling – To Forever Embrace The Sun Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| This song owns, but 10.21 is better. | |
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