| Lady GaGa – Bad Romance Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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When she sings, "I want your design." she's saying that she wants the guy's sperm. As you know, sperm contains DNA, the template and "design" of all life. |
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| Imogen Heap – Aha! Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Eat, sleep, And breathe that you're full of the stuff Go bag it, tie it up tight Wheat-meat-dairy-free, t-total happy-clappy So happy clappy high on life You should try it, you know Go on while no one's looking Imogen begins by musing on her general indignation towards hypocrites–in a rather cheeky fashion–by making innuendos towards the proverb "You're full of shit." In addition, she eggs on the person by tempting them with the probability of remaining unseen. In context: "Eat, sleep, breathe that you're full of that stuff[you're full of shit]" Aha! Gotcha Now! Caught you red-handed in a biscuit tin... Cost you to keep me quiet (Ah....) Here, Imogen literally catches someone going against their word. As she said in her video, this verse is directly related to her friend which stoutly claimed to avoid wheat, meat, and dairy; yet, Imogen saw her eating a biscuit with wheat in it. Golden boy boots, pocket pedal stool Picking sharp smart moves Plastic, tin can, paper separator Busy bee wave, wave save the planet flag But sneaky in suburbia... Aha! Candid Camera! Hook, line and sinker for a 4-wheel drive! Cost you to keep me quiet... Keep me quiet (Keep me quiet) Imogen employs her disdain for fallible politicians in this catchy verse–in particular, those who are devilishly opportune and advocate environmental conservation, but, go against their policies by driving gas-guzzlers. Nicest, sweetest, upmost in everythingest, So charming, very charming Well read, can play the fool No one's ill at ease and put their Deepest Swiss bank trust in you No one saw it coming... Aaaha! Aaaaaaha! Aaaaaaaaaha! You killed a man....! ...Cost you to keep me quiet (Laa-aaa-laa) La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la, La-la-la La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la La-la-la-la la The song crescendos to this wonderful high in which Imogen criticizes a wolf–sly man–wearing a bunny's mask–"so charming, very charming. Well read, can play the fool." Imogen, being the intelligent person who she is, most likely referenced some historical body or a recent hoodwinking here. Lastly, the song ends with a bang on the piano. This bang has a lot implication to it as it encompasses the intended meaning of the song. Imogen specifically said that she took the piano out of the song because it allowed it to breathe. However, she conspicuously made the piano notable. As such, I think the intended meaning of this song is that WE ARE ALL HYPOCRITES; regardless of the fact that we seem to catch other people in the act more than ourselves. Hope you enjoyed! I love this song to bits! :) |
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| Imogen Heap – Little Bird Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| That sounds completely feasible. It's awesome to see the other thoughts on this song; here's hoping to see more soon! | |
| Imogen Heap – Little Bird Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| Mmmm, I think you're on the dime in reference to that one. Is that an english proverb, by the way? | |
| Imogen Heap – Little Bird Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| Haha, I'm glad you can relate to my interpretation, however, yours is more correct in the overall scheme of things. :) As lovebox said, mine's a tad literal, hehe. | |
| Imogen Heap – Little Bird Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| as she connotes* | |
| Imogen Heap – Little Bird Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Before I get to the meaning I just want to get to some prelude: Imogen Heap's parents separated when she was 12. One can infer that her parent's had been conflicted for years prior. In short, I feel that this song is from the perspective of Imogen Heap as a child; during the years prior to the divorce of her parents, when they were so conflicted. Little bird, little bird, little bird, what d'ya hear? The clink of morning cheers Orange juice, concentrate Crossword puzzles start to grate One across 4 letter word it's just not sitting Imogen describes a typical morning in the Heap household. At the end of the verse Imogen mentions that a 4-letter word isn't fitting quite well. I may be going out on a ledge when I say this, but I think that the word she's referring to is the word "good," or something equal in length and meaning. Little bird, little bird, little bird, what do you see? A picture perfect scene Two tone lawns are manicured The garden's wearing haute couture It's hiding something It's trying too hard The first chorus shows that Imogen's surroundings are esthetically perfect. "May be too perfect!" as the connotes in the 5th and 6th lines. This indicates fishy behavior that isn't in accordance with the visuals in her life. Little bird, little bird, little bird, where are they now? Daytime TV. lounge A carriage clock, a mantelpiece A family wiped up j-cloth cleaned Unsaid, festers In the throws of the sofa Imogen is curious of her parent's whereabouts. Imogen continues to elaborate on the incredulous aesthetics. She states that the family photo is "clean", but, only because of the j-cloth that did so. Imogen becomes increasingly festered because she's being kept away from the problems that her parents are going through; she knows something is going on, but wishes she knew more! Little bird, little bird, little bird, how are you feeling? Like help in quarantine Pearly white touch down smile Absent creases round the eyes Tell tale, hard sell, we smell rats in the kitchen Imogen states that the "little bird" is helping her while she's in quarantine. Also, she iterates the fact that smiles(possible of the whole family) are faux, as they lack creases around the eyes of their displayers. (Look in the mirror, smile softly, notice the lack of creases, then, smile big and wide, to the point that your eyes have creases around them:) Later, Imogen asks her parents to inform her of what's going on, it's apparently a "hard sell". Her parents, in their benevolent attempt to shield their daughter, make-up the excuse, "WE SMELL RATS IN THE KITCHEN!" and run off to investigate the purported reason to run off from the inquisition. Little bird, little bird, little bird what can we do? Think tank, think rescue Simon says, Etch-a-Sketch Some encoded message only he would get Quickly now 'Cause this is not how it ends! She continues conversing with the little bird, asking, what can be done? She considers failing completely or, being rescued. As she continues, one of her parents, amid a game of Simon says, has told her to draw something completely out of her knowledge with her etch-a-sketch(which Imogen loves to play with). Her parents just want to keep her busy and safeguarded from their arguments. At the end of the verse, Imogen grows increasing flustered by her unknowingness and the task which her father has told her to complete. As for the last verse, I really don't want to divulge my interpretation, because I feel it to be the most heartfelt and saddening verse. I would love for everyone to have their own meaning for it, and, their own explications of this song. Let me know what you think! |
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| Imogen Heap – Little Bird Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| Just a note, lyrically, this song is probably one of the strongest on the album. Though, relatively few will be able to interpret it in a heartfelt manner. | |
| Imogen Heap – Little Bird Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Ah yes! I forgot that part! It's on a rather reclusive area of the page of the booklet. haha. |
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| Imogen Heap – Little Bird Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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The correct lyrics according to the album booklet: Little bird, little bird, little bird, what d'ya hear? The clink of morning cheers Orange juice, concentrate Crossword puzzles start to grate One across 4 letter word it's just not sitting Little bird, little bird, little bird, what do you see? A picture perfect scene Two tone lawns are manicured The garden's wearing haute couture It's trying to hard Little bird, little bird, little bird, where are they now? Daytime TV. lounge A carriage clock, a mantelpiece A family wiped up j-cloth cleaned Unsaid, festers In the throws of the sofa Little bird, little bird, little bird, how are you feeling? Like help in quarantine Pearly white touch down smile Absent creases round the eyes Tell tale, hard sell, we smell rats in the kitchen Little bird, little bird, little bird what can we do? Think tank, think rescue Simon says, Etch-a-Sketch Some encoded message only he would get Quickly now 'Cause this is not how it ends! Little bird, little bird, little bird Well I've got one more question And I swear I'll let it rest |
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| Imogen Heap – Canvas Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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The lyrics are incorrect. It should be: Slow heart Dark way Down Love Black Canvas revolve within, You understand Fragile, Earth-way Cracks in the temperature, Keep it cool to give The more you look, the less you see, so close your eyes and start to breathe, you said yourself, this wasn't easy |
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| Chris Garneau – Fireflies Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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| Chris Garneau – Fireflies Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Chris Garneau is talking to a friend who is discovering that he's indeed not straight but in fact, gay. Chris is telling him that this experience of self-discovery isn't an easy one: It's not easy, so take it slow. You're coming up. You're coming round the bend. You're my good friend. Best friend. And you're coming up, you're coming round the bend Whilst his friend is on this journey of self-discovery he begins to make friends with "fireflies." Now, I'm almost sure that the fireflies symbolize prostitutes: you can find them easily during the night hours but during the day hours they're not nearly as easy to find. Then, Chris debunks the honesty of the prostitutes. Chris seams a bit worried about his friend and wants him to elaborate on his actions: You're making friends with the fireflies. I can't say that that comes as a surprise. But the things they say are not what they seem, So you've been called to tell us what they mean. Yes, you've been called to tell us what they mean. Chris states that the whole plot is systematic and empirical. Chris seems to hint heavily at the fact that he may have have previously experimented with prostitutes--in the chorus he says that it doesn't come as a surprise.... Chris is giving advice to his friend because he knows where he faulted in the same sort of situation and doesn't want his friend to make those same faults. Again, he debunks their veracity by saying he's smarter then them after he quotes the prostitute: It's a plot though, I told you so. I'm wising up. I'm wising up to them. They say, "My good friends. Best friends." But I'm wising up. I'm wising up to them. Same thing here, except, Chris acknowledges the fact that when the prostitutes are gone, the sexual lust and the addiction to sex and the addiction to prostitutes still resonates. You're making friends with the fireflies. You know when they die their light stays alive. And the things they say are not what they seem, So you've been called to tell us what they mean. Yes, you've been called to tell us what they mean. That's basically the song's meaning for me! I hope that many more of you can connect to this song and possibly to my rendition of the song's connotations. |
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