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Evil S I yes to find a shore,
A beach that doesn't quiver anymore,
Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much
Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love
Christ is cursed of faders and maders
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn't use computers anymore
It's difficult to win unless you're bored,
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars
Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona
It might take a hundred years to grow an arm
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and light and love
I'm a curse and I'm a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There's a reason I don't win,
I don't know how to begin
A beach that doesn't quiver anymore,
Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much
Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love
Christ is cursed of faders and maders
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn't use computers anymore
It's difficult to win unless you're bored,
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars
Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona
It might take a hundred years to grow an arm
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and light and love
I'm a curse and I'm a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There's a reason I don't win,
I don't know how to begin
Lyrics submitted by seldomburn
Track duration: 04:11
"Weekend Wars" as written by Andrew Vanwyngarden Ben Goldwasser
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Or paint or write or try to make a change''
''I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much''
A individual with ideas, hopes and dreams became on of the 'normal' people, an average joe, not really a leader but a follower. 'Shoot a gun to kill my lunch', not an animal but 'lunch' not caring about lesser creatures.
It also sounds like people just living for the weekend.
''Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car''
Planning your night out, 'mental mystics' sounds like stereotypical hippies :)
Also this song sort of talks about using religion 'christ', to keep everyone calm.
It sort of makes me think of people who don't do very much in the way of change, or only work jobs that really do no difference overall, and they are left with a crisis of who they are and if they matter,
''I'm a curse and I'm a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There's a reason I don't win,
I don't know how to begin''
If they have ever used drugs, of course that will color their entire world-view, whether they mean for it to influence their music or not, it does. I giggle a little when people say "but they say The Handshake isn't about drugs!" Yeah, the Beatles swore that "Lucy in the Sky" wasn't about acid, too. It's obviously referencing a selling out experience as well.
It's a mark of true genius when a writer can make a song with two or even three or four meanings, all of which fit.
"Where we could crush some plants to paint my walls
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars"
This is about drug use. Crushing up plants is a reference to breaking apart marijuana.
It is saying that fighting for an awesome weekend is no longer necessary, so why not smoke a bowl and chill out. This reminds me of when drugs stopped being exciting and started to become necesary.
"Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much"
This verse is talking about the point when doing drugs or living a certain way just becomes so routine. When you become a prisoner to your own life. You stop caring or thinking about what is actually going on, you just act mindlessly and go about life without a thought.
"I'm a curse and I'm a sound
When I open up my mouth
There's a reason I don't win
I don't know how to begin"
This person has realized that "fighting the weekend wars" is a miserable way of life. But they don't know how to get out of it.
This is a fantastic song, it always reminds me of high school.
The singer is comparing his present situation as a civilized man (working and pursuing $ all week and fighting with his girlfriend/wife all weekend) with the situation of a savage (who is too lazy to bathe, paint, or write, or do anything productive). “A beast that doesn’t quiver anymore” has to be a Shakespearean reference to sex (i.e. the beast with two backs) that doesn’t quiver anymore because the couple is constantly fighting. As the singer is considering the savage’s lifestyle, he repeatedly demonstrates caveman thinking to describe his present-day situation: “Crush some plants to paint my walls,” “Shoot a gun to kill my lunch.”
On his commute to work he describes his present-day city as a savage would see it. “Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk” are street signs like “Don’t Walk.” Anyone living in NYC could tell you that “mental mystics in a twisted metal car” are people crowded in a subway car.
This debate heightens when the singer reminds us that he makes a living as a musician. Though, this occupation is again described as a savage would regard it, “Tried to amplify the sound of light and love.” The only way to prevent the weekend wars seems to be embracing that savage lifestyle. However, then “they couldn’t use computers anymore.”
Eventually the singer addresses his wife/girlfriend directly. She’s the “twisted diamond heart” because of her coldness and because she wants a diamond ring. He stands his ground and threatens to leave her for Arizona. He insists that he’s proud of his current situation, “I’m the weekend warrior” and his predictions are his music which is the only thing he has. The last stanza suggests that the singer can create poetic imagery, yet can’t win a verbal argument because he doesn’t “know how to begin.”
It’s not post-apocalyptic.
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(Noun) One who has obligations during the week, i.e. job or school etc., but he/she enjoys being belligerently drunk and high all weekend to the extent of passing or blacking out. These people are notorious for staying up until sunrise and wearing the same clothes into the next day. They only qualify if he/she parties on all nights of the weekend - no days off - This requires much will power and obedience to binge drinking and smoking. However these people are not only limited to partying on weekends, weekdays are acceptable too.
Reminds me of Friedrich Nietzsche's idea of the 'last man'.