| Christopher Cross – Ride Like the Wind Lyrics | 2 years ago |
| This song fits in well with what I readily keep available, which I refer to as my “Mexico Money”. You never know... | |
| Tool – Die Eier Von Satan Lyrics | 5 years ago |
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@[Makoe:30064] I agree with your interpretation except for the focus being on the band. They usually have a larger philosophical picture in mind. As such, I see it as a larger statement of not judging a book by its cover and digging deeper before you apply judgement. Use your analytical skills not just an unthinking emotional snap judgement. Even in messages that sound bad, there could be something more there. Look deeper. Again, I think we agree on the general concept. I just think the focus isn’t intended for the band itself. Think wider. They are not so self centered to care so much about your perception of themselves. Rather, they want to be your Tool to rethink the ways you process the larger world. |
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| James Brown – It's a Man's Man's Man's World Lyrics | 5 years ago |
| I know some women who hate this song....truth hurts, especially when you feed yourself an alternatie reality and all that comes crashing down with just a few verses. They’d just laugh at it if it wasn’t true. | |
| Manfred Mann – I Came For You Lyrics | 5 years ago |
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First of all if you’re young you may not know that this was first written and performed by Bruce Springsteen. You can not hear this song with anybody born at least in the seventies or earlier without them bringing that up every time. Then there’s always a strongly expressed opinion about who’s version is better. It’s uncanny how predictable this is every time. I love Bruce and his music. His channel is one of my five presets on my radio’s home screen. He’s a voice of America, an original, and a great writer and musician. But never was it so evident that he has things to say, which to him (at least in this song) are more important than the music itself. On this song he was a novelist poet trying to force a book into a song. He had way too many words in it. To further mutilate this song, Bruce’s singing style is mismatched for it. Bruce has a heavy throat and a thick slower tongue. His attempt to spit out all of the words he wrote was disfunctional at best. Think Johnny Cash singing We Didn’t Start The Fire. Manfred Mann cut some words out (with the result still being heavy on lyrics). This made the singing mechanically smoother and let the listener’s mind slow down from the frantic spewing of details. They sped up the music and lyrics as necessary to say all that, and that created a more defined melody to it. Then they used a more appropriate vocalist for this type of song. They accomplished more than a cover. It’s a whole different song, in my opinion, a better song. This was a very forgivable growing pain for Bruce. Many artists start out something that doesn’t really fit them in the beginning. I laugh looking and/or listening to James Brown’s early crooner attempts. He took a while to cut loose and become The Godfather who invented his own style. Pink Floyd was random noise before they found a way to be both different AND construct coherent (amazing) songs. Bruce wasn’t nearly as far off as those examples. He was half rock and half folk from the very beginning. He just needed some fine tuning. If he didn’t write it we wouldn’t have this version. And though this is a better sounding, technically functioning version, which is great to hear, the meaning is even better, and that’s all Bruce. Here’s the meaning I get from it: There’s a girl who’s had her heart broken (wounded deep in battle), who has retreated from the world (eyes shining vacancy), and that’s why (to see (the real) her you got to look hard). There’s a guy who sees through that and wants to love her, and he’s willing to do the work (like a soldier undaunted), but the most she’ll give back is a metaphorical card (with her regards), as if to say the princess is not here, thank you for your inquiry, regards, the attendant. He pleads telling her that her depression (blue walls) won’t allow her to see he loves her and he’s not trying to hurt her. He’s not trying to just drain himself in her, he (came for so much more). He came for her. He’s trying to save her before she’s completely dead inside (crawl into my ambulance. Your pulse is getting weak). The only way to save yourself is to allow yourself to come back out of there (reveal yourself all to me now, while you’ve got the strength to speak). The alternative is the nut house (Bellevue). And nobody can make you, and doctors can’t help you (if only you could ask)(your heart holds your fate). He realizes she’s not just going to come out and open herself to him. He’s going to have to fight through her walls of protection and meet her more than half way through any openings available (I’ve broken all your windows and I rammed through all your doors. Who am I to ask you to fight my wars). You just sit tight, I’m coming, because...I came for you. I’m a middle aged straight man’s man, but that right there is love. Love that every broken hearted person secretly hopes and deep down knows is their only possible saving grace. Sadly it usually never comes. And the truth is, he may not be successful to save her, but regardless of the result the attempt is a truly valiant display of love. Thank you Bruce for these words and thoughts. Thank you Manfred Mann for making it better to listen to. |
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| Bob Seger – Fine Memory Lyrics | 5 years ago |
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Everything ends but... I know I’m going to take it with me. |
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| Mark Knopfler – Coyote Lyrics | 6 years ago |
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What? Really? There should be no confusion about these lyrics. At least not to me, a guy with over 1,000 HP in his car. The coyote is the cops. I am the road runner. The first part describes what car enthusiast call a "sleeper" A fast car that you couldn't tell by looking at it. Mine wouldn't qualify as a sleeper but you wouldn't expect it or any street car to have as much power as it does, so in that respect I can relate -- "Don't let a little road dust put you off You can't judge a book Well you know that stuff There's a tear in my upholstery And a hole in my shoe" Then he speaks to how he knows the cops' tactics and that they do catch others...but not him. And that's without trying cause, he's just out running errands on a daily drive --- "You can't catch me coyote Though there may be blood on the tracks There may be some bridges burning Behind our backs But I got my laundry on the backseat And an itinerary too" Then, after he dusted them, he knows they'll call in for reinforcements, other cars or perhaps the occasional helicopter (yep, been there and escaped). Even that has failed in the past, and the road runner would like more of a challenge this time -- "Now I'm a speck on your horizon Getting smaller fast An ambush wouldn't be surprising I hope it's better than your last" And Alas, they fail to get him again -- " Once again the roadrunner Leaves the coyote in the dirt You've got another plan of action But we all know it ain't never gonna work" At that point there's nothing more to do but gloat -- "Once again the roadrunner Leaves the coyote in the dirt You've got another plan of action But we all know it ain't never gonna work It must be hard having dog dreams That never come true And don't you just wish that you could Make half of the speed I do" And on the occasion I do get a ticket, I hire a lawyer and take it to the limit. They usually settle for a "exhibition driving" offense, which is a $100 fine and no points, and doesn't show on your record to raise your insurance (who has no idea of the power of my car). That outcome also pisses the cops off and for me it's just another win to play this song to, smoke a stogie and rejoice in my gloating. Better luck next time in your government issue slowmobile Pig...um, I mean Coyote. Don't you just wish you could make half of the speed I do? People used to root for us (a la Crazy Larry Dirty Mary, Vanishing Point, etc.), now they call us assholes, because they prefer to stare at computers all day, and think we should respect those government sanctioned citizen killers. They probably still think you (Mark) doing it is cool, but call in on me on their cell phones and try to record me from their Prius. We're a dying breed. Won't matter in a decade or so. They'll all be lemmings in electric, self-driving cars. I'll have to move somewhere else. Ironically the cops need us, and when we're gone, at least all of the coyotes will be out of a job... Thanks for understanding Mark. You rockers with unlimited car money usually share my passion. |
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| The Firm – Satisfaction Guaranteed Lyrics | 6 years ago |
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I remember this song had such meaning to me from my turbulent youth (clouds above me), and still does. I was here and there and had no direction...but I was going just as fast as I could go. That's like half of the lyrics. The other topic is about a girl. Not much more to say about that. Of course if your life is like that, you are going to have interesting relationships. While there is a period in most young mens' youth that could easily identify with these feelings. Well, at least before they were all staying in their parents' basements until 30 and not getting a drivers license or a life... I feel it can, and likely was about the musicians who made it. They often live that turbulent kind of life all of their days. The rest of us just get boring and conventional. Awesome song in sound and meaning. |
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| John Lennon – Imagine Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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This song is often played in areas of large people. As I look around and see all of those people singing along like they really feel the words, and swaying like they feel a brotherhood with the message, I think to myself.....HOW DARE THEY PRETEND! They are often religious, greedy, political, flag wavers. In another setting, they are likely calling people with this vision worthless, communist, hippies. You shouldn't get to play it both ways. Declare a philosophy and if you believe it you should have the integrity to espouse it at all times. Leave this song for the ones who are not like you. I hope someday you won't join us, so that it can actually have meaning....unless you are going to stand up and denounce your usual way of thinking and truly join us. |
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| Tool – The Patient Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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The chaos of music is the chaos that the young man puts her through, and every now and then she stops and thinks....a moment of clarity.....why should I keep putting up with this. Then she breathes deeply and decides to keep being patient for her patient. I think the only reason so many don't see it as the tired, frustrated woman is, most of the people who listen to this are the emotional males, who are so self-absorbed they can't see it being about her, they see it about themselves instead, and all that THEY are going through. Of course. It just goes to prove my points. Keep listening and let them be a TOOL for your growth. The recurrent theme in most TOOL songs is a soul sucking frustration from dealing with the shit hole of a world we live in due to the self absorbed assholes. When that's how you feel, like I do, you hate them with every fiber. When you hate them that much, you start to look at yourself and try to make sure you are not one of them. That self-analyzation, leads to awareness, leads to empathy, leads to growth. Keep listening. As you age, experience, and reanalyze, you will see it differently, not just as your own self-centered drama. |
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| Tool – The Patient Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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The prior post says that this is a song about somebody contemplating suicide. That poster also states that Maynard more often speaks to himself than others. I couldn't disagree more on either account. Other songs have clearly noted Maynard's disdain for suicide. He wouldn't write this song, as a sympathetic understanding for the desire. See Outsider - A Perfect Circle, among others. "Suicidal Imbecile", "Narcissistic Drama Queen". These are not words of sympathy for those contemplating leaving. But this song does give sympathy to the one being tested. And the Patient is somebody else - the vampire. The poster has totally ignored the fact that there are two subjects in this song as he wants it to be about suicide. I can only guess why he wants that to be the meaning. Perhaps he's one of the young men I speak of in my original post.... And to the second point. Maynard has told us they are trying to be our TOOL, to help us through this life. What kind of a TOOL would they be if they didn't speak to us, and just spoke mainly to themselves? I'm sorry for you that you haven't yet understood the band or it's songs, but yet don't realize your blindness. Keep working. That's what life is about. Nobody finds enlightenment without work and reconsideration of all things. If TOOL gives you some meaning you can hang on to and find value in, great. Keep listening. Perhaps you will find what Maynard has, some peace in this world through all of the ugliness he has had to express. He has admitted he has healed some and though this may mean a demise to TOOL we should be grateful, as this means there may be some hope for the rest of us. Sounds like you need it. Keep listening. Perhaps you can, "Crucify the ego, before it's far too late" - TOOL Reflection. |
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| Tori Amos – The Beekeeper Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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I think she described her meaning in this song very clearly in the post that quotes her words on it. Sometimes even her explanation leaves you with more questions than the song itself did. But not this time. It seems pretty straightforward. Prior to reading those words, I always thought she was referring to all of us as bees. Busy little lives, busy working and making honey, doing what bees do, etc. And the Beekeeper is the angel of death that comes to us all to collect us. Somebody thought the Beekeeper was God. From any angle I can see, I really don't think so, but there are no thought police here. Almost all of the major religions depict God as having Angels that do his work, especially to collect us, or guide us, or give us messages, etc. That same poster thought that Michael was referring to her father. I'm pretty sure Michael was referring to Archangel Michael (whom I thought was the Beekeeper in this song). He is referred to as a prince among angels and has been attributed many tasks, not least of which is defeating Satan. A couple among them was to care for and heal the sick. Another is to blow the trumpet that wakes the dead (sleeping) back to life at the time of revelation. I believe she was appealing to him to spare the life of her mother (heal her) or bring her back to life if need be (raise her from the dead), and if he had to come back with a bee, take her instead of her mother. Michael (The Beekeeper) just said to her not to worry, he'll be taking her too...in time. That same person said she thinks Tori is peeking in her window to write directly to her. Her whole post shows the magic of Tori. The poster was wrong about Tori's meaning in these words, but even though they were on two different meanings, this poster thought that Tori was writing the meaning that was most specific to the poster's situation. The way Tori writes, she leaves it open for you to take your meaning and feel like she gave it to you. It feels personal to us all, ironically in a meaning that we concluded, not Tori. But she let's us have that by her skillful lyrics with deep meaning, that are somehow simultaneously undefined. To accomplish both of those in the same words is the ultimate goal of song writing. Tori is among the very best at it. |
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| Tori Amos – Little Amsterdam Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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This is a song about racism in a southern U.S. town, where you have to know which side you're on. In other words, you're white and that's understood to be against the brown man, and by against, she doesn't mean in bed. If you don't know that, you're confused and we need to take you out to the range (where they try to educate her with probably something like Tupac targets or real brown men getting shot at). But she is Little Amsterdam. Pretty much anything goes in Amsterdam. That's how she gets that name. She's out of place in Hicksville, where illiterate, uneducated, lazy white men try to find their power/pride in their color of their skin and control of minorities and women. She's screwing the sheriff for protection of the brown man she loves. She built a bridge. Bridges are a sign of peace to unite one side with the other. So are olives (branches). Olives in this case are her tits. She's not getting any pleasure out of sex with the sheriff, so her olives are cold pressed. After that it's a little unclear. Somebody was killed. I don't know if it was Little Amsterdam or her brown man or both or the sheriff or someone else. And I'm not sure who did the killing. Those lines can all be taken different ways. Little Amsterdam shut down today. They buried her with a butter bean bouquet. - This could mean she shut down because she's dead or she shut down her emotions and screwing people to protect her man, or she doesn't act like she's in Amsterdam anymore and has conformed to the white southern ways. And the Sheriff now can't ride away like he said into the sunset - Either he's the one that's shot or he is in prison because he shot the brown man, or somebody else shot the brown man and he is getting the blame for it. And I won't say that he shouldna pay but Momma, it wasn't my bullet - Well this could be the sheriff saying the brown man got what he ultimately deserved, if it was the brown man who was the one who was shot. He only restrained from giving him what he deserved because he was being bribed by Little Amsterdam's goodies, but always believed that he should pay for having that white woman. But he's telling Little Amsterdam, otherwise referred to as Momma, that it wasn't his bullet, i.e. he held up to his end of their bargain. OR, perhaps the sheriff was shot, and Little Amsterdam is saying he deserved to get shot, but it wasn't her bullet. OR, somebody came after the brown man and Little Amsterdam shot that guy, then maybe she got shot. Lots of possibilities in a situation like that. And often in small southern towns the wrong person gets blamed for a crime. It wasn't my bullet... A more interesting take (and sadder) is Little Amsterdam's spirit and fight was broken, and she had to give up her brown man, and she eventually caved from the pressure, into marrying a white man. This shut her emotions down and her performance of acting like it was Amsterdam. She didn't die, but was in effect buried by a butter bean (color of a white man) bouquet (marriage). And the sheriff not being able to ride off into the sunset, could be, he won't be killing the brown man now (followed by the riding off into the sunset as old western movies did after the killing was over). This could explain the round and a round and a round I go...This time for keeps. The possibilities in a situation like this are endless and as usual Tori does her outstanding writing to both give you the story and to make it your own. Love her. |
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| Tool – The Patient Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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I recognized this song as young men being the vampire. No more, but for a while I was. I have to say, I never physically abused my wife, but mentally, I did. I made her take my shit, just to prove she loved me. Reminds me of the Pink Floyd lyrics, "I'd make her prove her love for me. I'd take all that I could take. And I'd push her to the limit, just to see if she would break." This song is about most young relationships, because I've seen so many like that. I think of it as being sung from a young woman's point of view. She is putting up with a young man. If you didn't realize it yet, nobody is more emotional and insecure, and harder to deal with than a young man. As usual TOOL is dealing with the realities of everyday life struggles. Young men, especially those who weren't raised in the best manner, are scarred to a degree (but aren't we all), and struggling to become what they think is a strong man. Because of that, they are abusive and controlling to their young girlfriends or wives. And God knows why, way more often than not, the young women take it. They see inside of the want-to-be-tough guy, and see that he is hurting, and his abuse is a symptom of his pain, and they are going to heal him. Because God knows after he abuses her, he's going to be Mr. nice guy again and give her that loving embrace to see her through. Every now and then they just get sick of the same old cycle and a groan of tedium escapes them....startling the fearful. The fearful would of course be the young man himself, or his family who hopes that the good woman is going to stick by him and help him dig out of his pathetic existence, make a civilized human being out of him, and of course lighten their burden from him. Maybe even a judge who sees that he has a chance because he has a good woman who may straighten him out. Even though she's tired of it all, what does she say after her groans....I'm going to wait it out. But then she may walk away....and she still may. But she keeps taking it because this sick man who needs her help is her.....Patient. Blood sucking bastard. Grow up and start giving back what you've taken. Treat her like she deserves. We all see you for what you are. A weak little boy trying to pretend to be a man, who is more emo than a teenage girl. |
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| Tool – Parabola Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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I know TOOL writes songs about enlightenment and their art involves the third eye, and heavenly images and writes songs that focus on spiritual growth. But sometimes I think people over elevate the lyrics, to believe that they only focus on a magical realm of enlightenment. That's too simplistic. The beauty and truth in their writing is that they are us. They are human, and in order to elevate yourself you must do it through dealing and mastering (as much as possible) the human world. You are thinking that their every thought has to be above this world, and in reality they are telling you that the beauty and enlightenment you seek is not in a magical fairyland, it is right here, within you, within the world. Just open your eyes and soul and see it. I think their lives, are not alien to ours. They eat, sleep, get annoyed by others, have done drugs, have sex and feel love, and they write about these things as well as a place of enlightenment to be found on the other side of them. In fact, every enlightened song they write that deals with enlightenment, deals first with working through the struggles of this world. To me, Parabol and Parabola are love songs. They are referring to the act of making love. Sex can be a filthy thing, if you treat it like a physical release into the first thing you find, like driving a rusty nail down another needy hole, just satisfying our physical need. But if you realize it can be something much more, you can feed not only your physical hunger, but your spiritual needs, it can be a holy experience. There are no magical fairy tales, there is only the truth that is available to us. Find your holiness inside of yourself. Love is a beautiful holiness that you must first find inside of yourself. If you find someone who can find that same beautiful holiness inside of their self, and they share it with you, together you make more holiness in your union, than is possible by just yourselves individually. That spiritual union of two becoming more than their separate selves, unlocking the soul from the body somehow, is a holy gift. If you are truly making love, you can lose yourself in it. You would not be concerned about who or what came before that precious moment or anything else. All of that would be the furthest thing from your mind. The current experience is so great, you are totally enveloped by it. How many other things can you say that about. "This holy REALITY. This holy experience." Again, the enlightenment you seek is within you. - This is not a reference to some out of this world magical place. It is real. It is here and now, but it is holy. They are always trying to tell you that. They are trying to be your tool to help guide you to find your own way through this world. The anger felt in so many of their songs is the fact that we often don't seek the holiness, we usually shit on it. This place, earth, this existence could be so much more, but we give into being shitheads and make it a hell on earth instead. "Choosing to be here in this body. This body holding me." (He is speaking of his lover who is in her (or maybe his) body (not his own), that is holding (in a loving embrace) "me" (his own). And she is choosing to be there (in body and spirit, to give love). Obviously her body is there, but why he says she's choosing to be there is because she's choosing to be there totally, on a higher spiritually loving level, prepared to pull her soul out of her body to entwine with his soul. It's amazing that in this world filled with evil you can find that. And that's why he says a line like, "choosing to be here", which otherwise would be a mundane indicator of location. But he means so much more by it. You can see how this line relates to the other about not being aware of anything else. You wouldn't be if you were truly "choosing to be here". There's a bit of a clever play on words....like they do all the time. This body, sometimes is referring to him and sometimes is referring to the other person's body. That's why it repeats. He introduces her body holding him, inside of his body holding him. "Be my reminder that I am not alone" Pretty self explanatory don't you think. It goes to my point that this is something shared with somebody else, not a song of just SELF enlightenment, but finding it WITH somebody else, which is even more "magical" if you will. His real self, his spiritual self, is not unreachable or untouchable locked inside of his own body. For this holy experience somebody is truly able to touch his soul inside of his body. He has been reached there and now realizes he is not isolated alone in there. "in this body. This body holding me" He is speaking of his own body now. The physical vessel that is holding his real self, his spiritual self. He speaks of it objectively because he knows he is much more than that physical shell that just holds the real him. "feeling eternal. All this pain is an illusion". While there is no magical fairyland that is going to dump magical holiness upon you, there is a holiness to be found and felt. It is within yourself. And somehow, for some reason, there is something holy about making love that bares your soul like nothing else does, to someone else's, and them to you. And when you are touching souls like that, intertwining souls, it lets you know, that you can come out of that physical shell of yours, that you can be touched inside of it. That you are not locked in there alone. That it is possible to not just hold hands, but hold another's soul. And when you realize that, you realize that you are not locked in your body, you are able to be reached, then you realize that you are not alone. It is possible to escape all of this pain in the world, at least during that holy experience. To be able to experience that is "a holy gift". And when you experience this out of body experience, if you hadn't already known, then at that point you realize that we are more than the body, that "we are eternal" and once you realize that, then you realize "all this pain is an illusion". It's amazing that when I refer to this as a love song, people think I'm crazy. Then I get sad for them, because if they can't understand it, maybe they've never felt it. I must admit that I'm in my 40s and some of what TOOL writes, must be lived to be fully felt or understood. I don't mean to downplay a younger person's existence. It's like they say with blues. You have to have felt them to play them well. Someone who's been lucky enough to never really live a hard life, truly wouldn't understand or feel the depth of the blues. The anger they express from the frustration that others bring to their lives, must be experienced to understand. The damage it does to you and the low places it takes to you must be felt to understand. The realization that they have taken control of your life and made you an angry, unhappy person and the weak desperation of that, is something you must go through to feel. Finding a path out of that, finding your own peace, growth and higher level is also something that must be experienced to understand. It's not a moment of enlightenment and I'm there instantly "Praise Jesus" - LOL. Instead, it's a tough journey of learning. They take on the endeavor of trying to be your tool to help you get there. I mentioned my age, because I don't think it's possible to get to the end without having gone through all of the rest of it. So perhaps it helps to be a little more experienced to fully understand them. It's not about age, it's about the journey. Forgive me because I know I've stepped out of and beyond just this song this comment is attached to. As clear as this seems to be a love song to me, I realize, that's just me. Maybe it's also Maynard, maybe not. Maybe it's just me finding that in his words. Maybe the truth of this song is something different to someone else, but no less of a truth. Just thought I'd share my truth I found in these words and music. |
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| U2 – Stuck in a Moment You Can't Get Out Of Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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Ok, I know Bono is Mr. Christian and all, and he would not like what this song means to me, but here it goes. Some words mean different things to other people than they mean to you. I was once trying to describe my thoughts on Jesus. On how he was just another David Koresh or James Jones. They all three had people believing they were God. They had followers who would die for them. They were so bought into the lie, that there was no way out of it. When it was finally crashing down around them, they could either admit they were just regular men, or go down with the egotistical lie. They all chose to go down in death with the lie, than to admit the truth. So when they fall to death, its like, "Look at you now", and when they can't admit the truth, its "You got yourself stuck in a moment, and you can't get out of it". The person I was explaining this to, started with the premise that anyone who wasn't the son of God (God himself) would just say so, to spare their own life. I conveniently brought about the other two. It's undeniable that the ego that feeds into that whole story would choose death before the truth that they're just a fraud. When you think about it, if he was in control of it all, wouldn't Jesus just be committing suicide? Isn't that supposed to be the unforgiveable sin? If somebody were to choose it, and let's say for a sacrificial reason, like getting their family the life insurance money that they may need for health care or a myriad of other needs, wouldn't that be the most Christ like thing one could do? What purpose would that serve for Jesus anyway. Basically the fable goes, God hated our wicked selves so much that he wanted to just kill the whole lot of us. Jesus, (who didn't exist yet) said no, I like them. God said I'll tell you what. If you go down and become human, and get tortured and killed, I'll let them live. A lot of the Bible is sick shit that doesn't make sense. "The ways of God are beyond human understanding", Damn straight. That's just sadistic shit right there. So now every time I hear this song, that's what it means to me. Another egotistical God want to be, ran that shit into a dead end. He got himself stuck in a moment with no where to take it but death. He can't get out of it. |
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