| Regina Spektor – Open Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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instead of talking about the lyrics, can i just start off with the way this song SOUNDS. it keeps me on the edge of my seat, as it starts out with that static/wind noise, and i find myself waiting for something, but i have no clue if it will be bad or good. the more regina sings, the louder the echo of her voice gets. the first time she sings "open" it sounds as if she's literally opening a door, but the second time she sings it, it sounds like she's THROWING open a door to a secluded house, letting in the sounds of the outside. when she mentions snow, you can actually hear the sparkle of snow in the background. and then those gasps for air! it's completely unreal. the first time i heard it, i got scared, as if I was the one who needed air, as if I was drowning. and then the song ends with echo regina humming along, as if regina's ghost has taken over or something. i don't think a song has made me feel as uneasy as this one has, and it's honestly the most amazing thing. |
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| Dry The River – No Rest Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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"I used to be a king alone Like Solomon or Rehoboam And in the eaves, the Corvidae Did jealous keep my picture frames And everything did oxidate in place" like norangelsordemons said, he's comparing himself to kings who were alone before they met the loves of their lives. and how he felt at home like that, like corvidae do to eaves. he then asks "did jealous keep my picture frames?" because while he feels like "everything did oxidate in place" he can't help but feel lonely. it's like the saying "if you look up ___ in the dictionary, you'll find my picture" "But then you came, a single cell With astrolabe and carousel And algebra and symmetry And none of this was lost on me And I could see how still I'd been before" enters someone whom he falls madly in love with. they show him "astrolabe and carousel and algebra and symmetry" and unlike before, with anyone else he's come across, he notices it all in this person; "and none of this was lost on me" and he sees how "still" he's been, as in, what he had been missing by being alone. this person brings color and shapes and movement to his normally "still" life. they make him see things differently. "If I don't eat, I don't sleep at all Like limbs in procession, Like so many birds Stampeding like oxen, Our hearts are a herd" he's been alone for so long, he doesn't know how to love. he thinks it's supposed to natural, like eating or sleeping. he thinks it to be be orderly, and that love will follow step by step; "like limbs in procession", "like so many birds stampeding like oxen, our hearts are a herd" but as most of us know, love is chaotic and far from orderly. "I loved you in the bed I loved you in the best way possible I loved you in the bed" i'm thinking, somehow, someway, he got this person into bed, and he thinks he's loving them in "the best way possible". again, he's not all that sure when it comes to "love", but he could probably SHOW how he feels and the only way he thought he could do that was through sex. "Did you see the light in my heart? Did you see the sweat on my brow? Did you see the fear in my heart? Did you see me bleeding out?" the other person took it as just that; sex. they didn't think anything more, but he's begging now, for them to see differently, asking if they saw "the light" in his heart: his love "the sweat on my brow": how hard he was working to make them feel his love. "the fear in my heart" how afraid he was of letting this person see him like that and him "bleeding out", which is, again, him professing his love through physical intimacy. "I loved you in the bed I loved you in the best way possible I loved you in the best way possible I loved you in the best way possible I loved you in the best" here he is, again, sounding the most desperate he's sounded throughout the entire song. he's pleading for them to see that he loved them the only way he knew how, which is, ultimately, the best way he could. |
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