| The Cure – Push Lyrics | 1 year ago |
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There is also a recording of the show at Cleveland Music Hall in 1985, where the intro to this song goes like this: - Okay. This song's all about being a gurlmmm... - A girl?! - Oh, god, sorry, did I say 'gurl'? This is called 'Push'! |
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| The Cure – Push Lyrics | 1 year ago |
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- Okay. This song's all about being a gurlmmm... - A girl?! - Oh, god, sorry, did I say 'gurl'? This is called 'Push'! (c) Robert Smith of The Cure, 1985, Cleveland Music Hall Live |
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| Placebo – Lady Of The Flowers Lyrics | 1 year ago |
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He is a man with gender dysphoria. She is a woman that comes to him in his fantasies. He wears her clothes and spends the afternoon masturbating (probably to a mirror image). This is an act of objectification. - "He gets inside to stare at her" (Cure - Push) And it lasts for hous, it lasts for days... this masquerade, that he enjoys. And he's slowly realising that she's taking over. She's the more vulnerable one, she's open with her emotions, hence "wearing tears on her blouse" as in "wear one's heart on one's sleeve". She buries him deep behind the eye of her mind, taking the key and becoming the real frontman of their body and soul. - "Does the body rule the mind Or does the mind rule the body? I don't know" (Smiths - Still Ill) They were both confused and wrecked with self doubt, but the one with hypnotic gaze is winning. She's bigger than him. - "Oh smear this man across the walls Its the only way to be But I've stayed away too long this time And I've got too big to fit this time" (Cure - Push) |
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| The Cure – Seventeen Seconds Lyrics | 5 years ago |
| @[roblawhon2:29023] wow, what a surprisingly useful snippet of information condemned to rot trapped inside an otherwise useless hateful bull-crap of a commentary | |
| R.E.M. – Losing My Religion Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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You are not like me. What I will have to go through. Is long past behind you. Oh. No. I've said too much. I set it up. I am alone. In the centre of your room. But you're not here. And I'm losing my affection. Like you already did. But I can't do it. Inside I am still lit. But there's no alarm to hit. I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try. Every whisper Of every waking hour I'm choosing what's to say to you. Trying to see if you still have your interest. Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool. Wishing that you would have listened. To my words of misery. Consider this, consider this The biggest hint that I could give. Consider this The slip that brought me To my knees failed What if all these fantasies Come flailing around They don't set it at ease. I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try But that was just a dream That was just a dream I am alone. In the centre of your room. But you're not here. And I'm losing my affection. Like you already did. But I can't do it. Inside I am still lit. But there's no alarm to hit. I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try But that was just a dream, try, cry, Why try to make you feel it? This love has ain't no meaning If you are cold And I am not You were all I could hold That was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream Dream |
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| DIIV – Doused Lyrics | 8 years ago |
| I think it's about suicide. | |
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