| AFI – Exsanguination Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| vampires are often thought to not have reflections. i bet they think their reflections seem much dimmer now. | |
| Against Me! – The Politics of Starving Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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These lyrics sounds right to em.... It's time for some real world politics Economics, history, math and English. Born and raised and bred walking a thin line, Between lost and succeeding and don't ever care about. The rules aren't changing it if you really tell it like it is Threats always been there, terror always happens. For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said. All we have are these pictures of us. If it doesn't matter now, then it never really did, And without this, we might as well be dead. They're all black and white people, And that doesn't have anything to do with us. After all these years its still an arms race, After all these years they still don't fucking get it. Lives and cultures matter more than capitalist interest. It's the FBI. Its' the CIA. It's the ATF. It's the IMF, NBC,CBS. Fuck you. For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said. All we have are these pictures of us. If it doesn't matter now, then it never really did. And without this, we might as well be dead. When you are so hungry that you'd believe anything. Well, they're selling you the politics of starving. And what the fuck does that really mean to us? |
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| Frightened Rabbit – The Modern Leper Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| this sums it up perfectly. | |
| Frightened Rabbit – Living in Colour Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| i think cyberghost is on to something, but if you view the lyrics in a more abstract way without attaching them to any specific event i think the song becomes much more powerful. he was passed out on the street but in a metaphoric sense; he was giving up on his life, on himself, and this modern madonna came and saved him and "heals him back to life" as cyber said. nice job :) | |
| Frightened Rabbit – Living in Colour Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Though i dreamt with a rapid eye By day i hope to rapidly die And have my organs laid on ice Gave to somebody thatll treat them right And as the night started swallowing You put the blood to my blue lips Forced the life through still veins Filled my heart with red again best lyrics on the album in my opinion. somewhat self-referential to scott's past hardships. he used to want to die, to have his organs (midnight ORGAN fight) laid on ice (probably a sex thing), but at the end of midnight organ fight, he "thinks he'll save suicide for another year." hanging on to hope eventually led to reaffirmation that life is a beautiful thing. his heart was filled again. very powerful images of blood coursing through veins, blue lips turning red with life. like many people on here, i feel like my life has closely followed the tone of frightened rabbit's cds. sing the greys came out when i was in my turbulent teens and its apathetic tone reflected my outlook at the time. i went through a fairly tough breakup right as midnight organ fight came out and it perfectly summed up my feelings about the heartbreak, the meaningless rebound flings afterwards, and the feelings of despair i felt. i fell in love with my best friend and she loves me back, and what do you know, winter of mixed drinks comes out and is full of hope and promise and maturity. i fucking love this band. |
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| Frightened Rabbit – The Wrestle Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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lyrics form the cd book: the crumpled ocean is no boat trip, dark water stole my clothing. a shape stirs beneath me, a pulse pounds along bloodstreams, the first bite marks the beginning of the clotheless wrestle with the clotheless animal. bare those teeth to me please, man eater you can see all of me, naked with fear this is the test i left land for, to grip flesh and pull muscle in the vice clinch of the struggle i can't give in to the weight of the clotheless wrestle with the clotheless animal. my enemy please stay close to me, i've no breath left, you cold breath thief the last gasp from a burst lung, the fight fathers a weak son the last taste of salt in my mouth my skin breaks, with no sound i'm torn limb from limb there is bone, there is gristle and spit in the clotheless wrestle with the clotheless animal |
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| Frightened Rabbit – Foot Shooter Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| it's about how he gets drunk and says things he doesn't mean to someone, probably a girl, but really could be anyone. so this song is written like when he's sober as a warning to the person not to take it personally, not to believe anything the singer says when they are drunk, to "thicken your skin" as he starts to "shoot myself in the foot again" by saying/doing these things. it might be that he gets drunk while out with his lady friend and starts shit with another guy (hence the line "say whatever i think, say it at him!") and eventually this turns into saying things he doesn't mean to her. i dunno. great song though. | |
| Frightened Rabbit – The Loneliness and the Scream Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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lyrics from the cd book: Can you hear the road from this place? Can you hear footsteps, voices? Can you see the blood on my sleeve? I have fallen in the forest Did you hear me? In the loneliness oh the loneliness and the scream to prove to everyone that I exist in the loneliness oh the loneliness and the scream to bring the blood to the front of my face again Am I here? Of course I am, yes All I need is a hand to drag me out again It wasn't me, I didn't dig this ditch I was walking for weeks before I fell in To the loneliness oh the loneliness and the scream to prove to everyone that I exist in the loneliness oh the loneliness and the scream to fill a thousand black balloons with air We fall down, find God just to lose it again glue the community together we were hammering it I fell down, found love but I can't lose it again But now our communal heart beats miles from here. |
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| Frightened Rabbit – Things Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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lyrics from cd book: here is the evidence of human existence, a splitting binbag next to damp boxes, i cannot find a name for them, they hardly show that i have lived. and the dust it settles on these things, displays my age again, like a new skin made from old skin, that has barely been lived in. i didn't need these things, i didn't need them, pointless artifact from a mediocre past, so i shed my clothes, i shed my flesh, down to the bone and burned the rest. i didn't need these things, i didn't need them, took them all to bits, turned them outside in, and i left them on the floor, and ran for dear life through the door the useless objects, the gathered storm of shit, a dim and silent shedful of your life's supplies. when all you need's a coffin and your Sunday best, to smarten up the end. and at the front gate what reward awaits? one bit of loaf from a holy ghost, an eternity of suffering the company of all those Christian men. i didn't need these things, i didn't need them, pointless artifact from a mediocre past, so i shed my clothes, i shed my flesh, down to the bone and burned the rest. i didn't need these things, i didn't need them, took them all ot bits, turned them outside in, and i left them on the floor, and ran for dear life through the door. i'll never need these things, i'll never need them, it's just you i need, you my human heat, for the things are only things and nothin brings me like you bring me. i'll never need these things i'll never need them, never going back, so let's drop the past, and we'll leave it on the floor and run for dear life through the door. |
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