| Lisa Hannigan – Funeral Suit Lyrics | 5 years ago |
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"'The characters in this song — well, one of them is me, and the other is my partner, and it was very early on in our relationship, and at that sort of moment when you're not really sure how you're going to sort of come together and make sense of the slightly messy romantic roads leading to that point. I remember being in London, and he came to meet me in this little flat and he had just come from a funeral and so it's really just about that very small moment, that slightly pivotal moment of not knowing where things might go.....Listening to that song now, it really takes me back to that little flat in Bermondsey and that feeling of being so sort of tender and slightly unsure. It's this very small, beautiful moment for me that was slightly at a crossroads in my life. That song sort of marks that crossroads where you do sort of make a choice, and for me, it is a pure love song." - Lisa Hannigan on 'Funeral Suit', NPR Weekend Edition Sunday |
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| Wild Beasts – All The King's Men Lyrics | 5 years ago |
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"It's like a bawdy joke—this idea of this small-town lothario being a woman-hater. It's being aware of that nastier edge of sexuality, knowing what people do, and realizing that these old guys who go on like this might not actually like women very much. You know, there are the towns listed at the beginning of the song—Shipley, which is a small mill town, and Roedean is actually the best girls' school in England—and they're these places where guys show up in their Range Rovers and sharp suits in order to wine and dine girls who are 15 or 20 years their younger. The song is supposed to be funny, and yet, at the same time, it's not funny at all." - Tom Fleming in a 2010 interview |
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| Snow Patrol – Fallen Empires Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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You called my name in the dark Called me back to the start The condensation is building tension A stubborn silence is formed Around our bodies it's warm The cool wet grasses as summer passes Frightened under attack Fallen flat on my back Arms and legs I’m too scared to beg You haunt me most when it's light The thought of you don’t sit right I need the darkness a death grip embrace Raising cities to dust Faces dripping in lust Fallen empires and raging bush fires All your words confounded Secret lives bound and hid Living backwards in tangled back woods You ruined everything right So good I can’t see the light From my cave I can see the wave Fallen empires and raging bush fires Source:http://www.snowpatrol.com/discography/default.aspx?pid=3064 |
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| Tired Pony – Get on the road Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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I think it's "Begins the strays through the dust bowl" |
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| Tired Pony – Dead American Writers Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| I interpreted it as, "You are the smoking gun, the throne, the years." | |
| Tired Pony – The Good Book Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Maybe, "Cause I can still see some swinging marks." "And the ten years became a noise" :) |
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| Tired Pony – Pieces Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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I think it's "When they open you're asleep" "The enemy is in there with you right now" Amazing song. The last line brings chills. o.O |
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