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Frontwards Lyrics
I am the only one
Searching for you And if I get caught Then the search is through And the stories you hear You know they never add up I hear the natives fussin' At the data chart Be quiet, the weather's On the night news Painted homes, plastic combs Stolen rooms, or the alloy of chrome Well I've got style Miles and miles So much style that it's wasting So much style that it's wasting So much style that it's wasting Now she's the only one Who always inhales Paris is stale And it's war if we fail And in the migrant hotels They never sleep, they never will Their souls are crumblin' Like a dirt-clod hold Your cigarette cuts to the inside Empty homes, plastic combs Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome Well I've got style Miles and miles So much style that it's leaving This pattern's torn and we're weaving This pattern's torn and we'll weave it... |
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05-17-2004
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03-08-2005
Probably my favorite Pavement song... Like many of their early songs though, it's pretty hard to say what it is actually about. To me it appears to be a song about unrequited love...
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03-24-2005
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04-14-2005
yeah, my favorite thing ever. i don't know why this never made it onto one of the albums.
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07-12-2005
Anyways this song is about moving on, progressing past mistakes and negative emotions, and bad circumstances around you.
Start with the chorus: Empty homes, plastic combs, stolen rims are they alloy or chrome?
This is a snapshot of daily life, and one thats not very attractive. Using cheap plastic combs, empty abandoned houses, someone's rims got stolen.. were they alloy or chrome?
"Be quiet the weather's on the night news" Parents yelling at kids while they watch monotonous weather reports. Who hasn't experienced these things?
The rest of the lyrics echo this sentiment: migrant workers who slave away at cheap labor, souls are crumbling, in the way a dirt clod crumbles in a firm grasp, I like that simile btw ^_^. And the famous "I've got style" lines. SM says them as if its a burden, trying to have style, miles and miles... i take it almost as if he is tired of trying to have style; of trying to establish himself, and so the skills he does have are wasted.
The fabric (his life) is torn ( hard times) but theres the hope of weaving something beautiful regardless, we are all still weaving it out.
In the live version at Brixton Academy Sm says before they play: "Frontwords in the name of this song, it's about moving forward.... obviously" The live version is quite good as well.
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12-08-2007
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03-27-2008
Ripping on the middle class coming from someone who's from a fairly affluent family. come across as sarcastic I think,.
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12-06-2008
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09-27-2009
Like a dirt clod. Hold
Your cigarette cupped to the inside.
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