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Napalm Death - You Suffer
You suffer, but why? Obviously a song about a bitter relationship. They're so emo. |
Captain Beefheart - Neon Meate Dream of a Octafish
Lucid tentacles test 'n sleeved 'n joined 'n jointed jade pointed Diamond back patterns Neon meate dream of a octafish Artifact on rose petals 'n flesh petals 'n pots Fack 'n feast 'n tubes tubs bulbs In jest incest injest injust in feast incest 'n specks 'n speckled speckled Speckled speculation Fedlocks waddlin' feast Archaic faces frenzy Ceramic fists artificial deceased 'n cists rancid buds burst Dank drum 'n dung dust Meate rose 'n hairs Meaty meate rose 'n hairs Meaty dream wet meate Limp damp rows Peeled 'n felt fields 'n belts Impaled on 'n daeman Mucus mules Twot trot tra la tra la Tra la tra la tra la Whale bone fields 'n belts Whale bone farmhouse Cavorts girdled 'n latters uh lite Cavorts girdled 'n latters uh lite Uh dipped amidst Squirmin' serum 'n semen 'n syrup 'n semen 'n serum Stirrupped in syrup Neon meate dream of a octafish clearly an emotional song about a romantic relationship with some sort of sea-dwelling creature. |
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well based on what i've read about E and the eels, nothing he writes is anywhere near happy or idealistic. everything is VERY dark and usually well hidden.
what i see when i read those lyrics is a reflection of the unpleasant reality of recognizing the fact that you'll never be as special as you felt when you were a child. the dude went through an unimaginable rough time in his youth, can't see him writing songs telling people how to be instead of reflections on his own life. |
The Entire Talking Heads Discography
Obiously cocaine. |
^ hahaha
in that same vein. the entire red hot chili peppers catalog heroin and boobies |
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Ween - Mutilated Lips
I lick my brain in silence Rather squeeze my head instead Midget man provoking violence Listen not to what I said I said please calm it down Everything is turning brown Mutilated lips give a kiss on the wrist Of the worm like tips of tentacles expanding In my mind, I'm fine, accepting only fresh brine You can get another drop of this, yeah you wish Laughing lady living lover Ooo you sassy frassy lassie Find me the skull of Haile Selassie, I Give me shoes so I can tapsy Tap all over this big world Take my hand you ugly girl Mutilated lips give a kiss on the wrist Of the worm like tips of tentacles expanding In my mind, I'm fine, accepting only fresh brine You can get another drop of this, yeah you wish An elaborate, awesome metaphor for fisting. |
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