| Faith No More – We Care A Lot Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| It's about famous people dping charity shows. Like live aid. "It's a dirty job, but someones gotta do it" is meant sarcasticly.. | |
| Faith No More – The Jungle Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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...Or it's about sex. The jungle is the womans vagina, and the ones talking is the sperm entering: "The journey onward", "let your spirit go To the full extent of the meaning". It might be a little far festched, but I think it's a pretty cool teory |
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| Faith No More – We Care A Lot Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| The gay things, is a joke him and roddy had going (roddy being bi and all). They also made fun of each others skin-colours. And shut up Mosley was a fucking cool singer. His range is not that impressive, but at least he had humor... and by the way: THIS IS NOT A DEBAT FORUM. SO STOP USING IT AS ONE. It's fucking anoying! | |
| Monster Magnet – 19 Witches Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| I think he is in love with the drugs. He can't control them, and thereby can't control himself, and he likes it that way | |
| Faith No More – The Jungle Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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"Let your spirit go" "That lie within". It's not about 'nam. It's about the music inside, and exploring your soul. The jungle is a metaphor for your own mysterious inner. It can be scary sometimes but: "Where it is always dark and wet and warm To the sacred part."... or it's just about drugs! |
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| Faith No More – The Jungle Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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"Let your spirit go" "That lie within". It's not about 'nam. It's about the music inside, and exploring your soul. The jungle is a metaphor for your own mysterious inner. It can be scary sometimes but: "Where it is always dark and wet and warm To the sacred part."... or it's just about drugs! |
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| Tomahawk – Harelip Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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And now for the tricky part. This is a extremely weird set of lyrics. As it is common for Mike Patton to write in a post-mordern style, I am not surprised. In the case of "Harelip", I think his love of David Lynch (or maybe there way of thinking is just alike) is displayed. To me it is much like the twisted scenes from Twin Peaks with the red room and the dwarf. The song is balanceing between entertainmaent and fear. "Mardi gras on deserted streets", is a good example of this. The absurdness that Patton and Lynch share is shown in the way the main character discripes itself: "The Harelip". A freak of nature, thrown into the deserted streets. Until the setting changes. From one line to the other, "The Harelip" is on an operating table, Seeing the "Fingers and Forceps (operatin tools) over him. "The Harelip is awake during this operation, with only Wine to dull the pain. The second verse is set in the hospital bed, after the surgery. He lies there scared, and they try and make him feel better: "All scars and sweet breads", but the sweet bread is bitter-sweet (I can't think of a better word). The poeple try and cheer him up, but it seems like an alienating display of clowns and baloons, which is more scary than comforting: "lonely vacation, your own Disney parade". First of all it all seems scary because he can hear distant screams from other patients. In my opinion "The Harelip", or the freak of nature, is trying to get the best out of his life, but he feels like he is beeing operated on alive. The scars that this leaves will never heal. There is only the chance that in time, he will be able to ignore it. People try to comfort him, but the situation is to weird and no one can really handle it: "The people dancing, laughing, all for me". The only thing that can dull "the harelips" pain is wine, or maybe drugs or whatever. The main thing is, that there is no help. and if his own pain wasn't enough, he can also see others pain. Which just makes everything worse. |
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| Tomahawk – Harelip Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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First of all, here are the full lyrics: I am the harelip Give me one more kiss We'll have a mardi gras on deserted streets Fingers and forceps Raw meat and muzak The bubbles in the wine keep the nerves dead I was awake all through the surgery The people dancing, laughing, all for me You sewed me up but it will never heal Will I forget then learn to smile some day? Potbellied sick bed All scars and sweet breads A lonely vacation, your own Disney parade It's all that he has Clamped up by Walkmans A midnight waiting room Hear the distant screams I was awake all through the surgery The people dancing, laughing, all for me You sewed me up but it will never heal Will I forget then learn to smile some day |
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