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Interpretations of the Lyrical Variety
Heres the deal, someone posts lyrics and you come up with an interpretation. Tell if its a literal interpretation or a metaphorical one.
For example: Alkaline Trio - Take Lots With Alcohol Hello what the hell am I doin' here That's a really nice suit This is a really comfortable chair See I don't know if you can help me or not Cause I don't feel sick But the pains in my head have almost put me Underground I don't really care if I'm healthy or not Just clean my head up doc I'll give you anything you want See I don't know why I don't fall in love Well maybe I know why and maybe you could make it stop Then we'll cut it up and bury it and leave it Underground And I'll take to wishing and fall under Sleeping safe and sound Just give me medicine prescribe me anything Just knock me out and walk me through the door I have no desire to see through my own eyes anymore Hello what the hell are you doing here You made a really strange face This is a really uncomfortable air I see I'm boring you, maybe I bore myself too That's why I need help, I'm cleaning blood off dusty shelves I been cut up in this room so many times it might take days And those stress cracks in the wood How nicely the soak up the stains Been telling myself these jokes for so long well so long I'm a has been who is heckled on the stage ----- in this song, it could go either way, on the top, he could ACTUALLY be talking about talking to a doctor about his stress problems. At the end, it seems much more likely that the shelves are metaphorical in the sense that they mean the support that a relationship, the one he's been stressing over, is painful and stressed, and he's spilt blood over it. Which may be a reference to cutting. --- Okay, unless you want to continue interpretation of THIS song, next person posts lyrics.
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I Hate You When You're Pregnant - Driving My Car
Where did my Keys go? Are they at Quizno's? Benecio Del Toro I don't know the difference Driving my car Driving my car I made the swim team Salt water taffy 31 flavors Adorable Babies Driving my car Driving my car Driving my car Driving my car La La La La La La LA LA LAAAAAH La La La La La La La-la-la-la LAAAAAH Dear English teacher I worship Satan But Super Dave Osborne Is made out of birthdays Driving my car Driving my car Driving my car Driving my car --------------------------- You could take all of these lyrics literally, but I think there is some hidden meaning. First he talks about his keys, and possibly leaving them at Quiznos. I think the Benecio Del Toro line illustrates that the keys are actually his love and lust, but he can't tell the difference. The last verse shows that he would do anything for love, such as pulling an awesome stunt. But what do I know, I'm just a fucking doctor. |
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Necrophagist - Fermented Offal Discharge.
--- The casket is exhumed, turfs piled beside the grave A stagnant mass awaits me, deep in the gloom The boxes lids I open, distraught desecrating The fumes are penetrating, I am eructating... I vomit... I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents... I dig up cold earth, exhumed turfs I disperse... I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents... The open casket reveals the rot Into weak stomach I slide my hands Intensifying fumes I like to snort Colon and small intestine Sliced and ripped out of the foul body Duodenum I minch - all should be treated equal Rotten stool and urine Spurt out of fermented organs I discharged and raped - putrified giblets disembowel Decrepit spleen and pancreas I've torn and gutted I eviscerate stomach and cysts Liver is torn and twisted - turning inside out A fermented offal discharge - Disembowel... Evacuated offal hastily wrapped in bags As basic for my culinary... Putrefied internal fragments, Fermented offal discharge... --- Seems to me like this dude likes to cut apart dead bodies. Though I could be wrong. I suppose there is significant room for error. |
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that necrophagist sounds like a cry for attention stemming from a long lost puppy.
I wish these shock value lyric writers would put some, or any twist, pun, wordplay, effort, fucking anything in their lyrics. its almost a real life parallel to "must-shit TV".
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Anyone up for a lesson in mysticism taught through Marilyn Manson's 'The Reflecting God'?
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yea, thats fine. im really not one of those fucks who always demands that music have a meaning or agenda. i guess i should shut up, since I will listen to appetite for destruction or something myself. i dunno, the whole one upping the last guys fixation with satanism and death charade is getting to be a joke.. a ploy to be more metal than the next guy. slayer beat that horse to death a long time ago.
i guess its all aesthetics. oh well, just my 2 cents. ill stop being a whiny bitch and offer similar but tounge in cheek lyrics, to another metal song. faxed head - the ancient evil You people talk about Death My Grandfather lives it He fell down with a stroke His heart went Dead There was Blood on his skull Dead as Hell, living in Hell They bar him from sending a message Of evil from beyond the grave They won't let him collect coins The one thing he loved on Earth So he roams Hell with a Devil Dog with fangs Dead as Hell, living in Hell
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Thorne, you talk about listening to Appetite for Destruction like it's a bad thing... for shame!
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You ever heard of Children of Bodom? I've never met anybody that likes metal, that doesn't like them. |
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i like taking pretty much any mars volta/at the drive-in song and try to sort through what the hell they are talking about:
from atdi's heliotrope: and it was written down touching earth in a capital faunt heat seeking gums bleeding fingers snapping at the catacomb stabbings taking rations from the ballet box cursing like sweet tarts from the mars volta's cassandra gemini: There was a frail syrup dripping off His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching Gizzard soft as a mane of needles His orifice icicles hemorrhaged By combing her torso to a pile Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels awesome songs, but i have no idea what the fuck they're talking about.
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As far as Cedric's ATD-I lyrics, I don't think they're supposed to be too meaningful. I think they're just meant to create vivid imagery, which they do well.
Cedric's Mars Volta lyrics (the ones from Frances the Mute at least, like your example) are a little more story telling. However, Frances the Mute is based off of people in a journal that Jeremy Ward (the member who died right before the release of De-Loused in the Comatorium) found in a car he was repo-ing. Ward apparently felt a strong connection with the journal's author, and I don't think these lyrics are ever capable of being interpereted until we the listeners get to see this journal. But for the sake of privacy, I respect them not releasing the journal to the public. |
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Ahh. Yea, COB is definitely an awesome band. Their lead guitarist is insane. So unncessarily good at guitar.
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"pollo asado" by ween
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any ween lyrics can be interpereted as "oh, they were on a lot of drugs"
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what about "voodoo woman"
"Oh they were on a lot of red beans and rice.." hmm... that sounds pretty good...
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my teacher burnt me "pure guava" a while ago and i have been diggin' it.
they also did a good job with "the shot heard round the world" on that school house rock compilation. |
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Moral of this thread: ween rulz.
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