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Post by Al Truest on Dec 13, 2006 2:45:15 GMT
^ Again, excellent lyrics. And, no, my 4th 5th track theory only applies to American artists; whereby their record labels punch the middles up to keep you on the hook.
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Post by matanchik on Dec 13, 2006 16:27:21 GMT
REM - E bow The Letter Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me Fluorescent and starry Some of them, they surprise
The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m. This letter Fields of poppies, little pearls All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed Each and every one a little scary I said your name
I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras Dreaming of Maria Callas Whoever she is This fame thing, I don't get it I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves I can take you far This star thing, I don't get it
I'll take you over, there I'll take you over, there Aluminum, tastes like fear Adrenaline, it pulls us near
I'll take you over It tastes like fear, there I'll take you over
Will you live to 83? Will you ever welcome me? Will you show me something that nobody else has seen? Smoke it, drink Here comes the flood Anything to thin the blood These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet Phone, eat it, drink Just another chink Cuts and dents, they catch the light Aluminum, the weakest link
I don't want to disappoint you I'm not here to anoint you I would lick your feet But is that the sickest move? I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow And who'd have thought tomorrow could be so strange? My loss, and here we go again
I'll take you over, there I'll take you over, there Aluminum, tastes like fear Adrenaline, it pulls us near
I'll take you over It tastes like fear, there I'll take you over
Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me Fluorescent and starry Some of them, they surprise
I can't look it in the eyes Seconal, spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene Cherry-flavored neck and collar I can smell the sorrow on your breath The sweat, the victory and sorrow The smell of fear, I got it
I'll take you over, there I'll take you over, there Aluminum, tastes like fear Adrenaline, it pulls us near
I'll take you over It tastes like fear, there I'll take you over
Pulls us near Tastes like fear..
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Post by Kevin2 on Dec 14, 2006 20:24:53 GMT
^ Again, excellent lyrics. And, no, my 4th 5th track theory only applies to American artists; whereby their record labels punch the middles up to keep you on the hook. I can say my two least favorite track slots - the first and the last. The first because too often they are atmosphere/intro tracks and the last since they are too often combined with "secret" tracks plunked down at the end of an album after minutes of silence. And neither of these applies to Kate's albums thankfully, except I guess the first one for Aerial. Hey Mat, where did you get the REM lyrics? And a bit of Patti Smith trivia - she sang on a Blue Oyster Cult song by the name of The Revenge of Vera Gemini. Well it surprised me anyway.
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Post by matanchik on Dec 14, 2006 21:55:57 GMT
I can say my two least favorite track slots - the first and the last. The first because too often they are atmosphere/intro tracks and the last since they are too often combined with "secret" tracks plunked down at the end of an album after minutes of silence. Hey Mat, where did you get the REM lyrics? actually my first and last tracks are usually my favorites on albums, with the exception of intro tracks, i usually don't like those. i thinks that the first and last songs need to be the best on the albums because they are starting an ending the album so they make the most impression on the listener I got the REM lyrics through a plugin for winamp called EvilLyrics which shows you the lyrics of a song when it starts to play so you don't need to search for it all over the net
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Post by matanchik on Dec 14, 2006 22:22:08 GMT
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Let The Bells Ring
C'mon, kind Sir, let's walk outside And breathe the autumn air See the many that have lived and died See the unending golden stair See all of us that have come behind Clutching at your hem All the way from Arkansas To your sweet and last amen
Let the bells ring He is the real thing Let the bells ring He is the real, real thing
Take this deafening thunder down Take this bread and take this wine Your passing is not what we mourn But the world you left behind Well, do not breathe, nor make a sound And behold your mighty work That towers over the uncaring ground Of a lesser, darker world
Let the bells ring He is the real thing Let the bells ring He is the real, real thing
There are those of us not fit to tie The laces of your shoes Must remain behind to testify Through an elementary blues So, let's walk outside, the hour is late Through your crumbs and scattered shells Where the awed and the mediocre wait Barely fit to ring the bells
Let the bells ring He is the real thing Let the bells ring He is the real, real thing
the whole song is kind of a tribute to the late Johhny Cash
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Post by Kevin2 on Dec 14, 2006 23:53:36 GMT
Ahh thanks for the EvilLyrics headsup. Have you heard Johnny Cash's remake of Cave's song The Mercy Seat? It's very good - both of 'em actually.
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Post by matanchik on Dec 15, 2006 8:25:43 GMT
Ahh thanks for the EvilLyrics headsup. Have you heard Johnny Cash's remake of Cave's song The Mercy Seat? It's very good - both of 'em actually. not yet, i'm actually not really familiar with Cash's work.
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