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lowest of the low - st. brendan's way Mar. 28th, 2006 @ 07:31 pm
lathermelk
Our fortunes are fleeting
And our passage in steer
And God knows if I'll perish
In my twenty-fifth year

In this ship full of scurvy
With my bride at my hand
But I shall kiss her tenderly
In the great Newfoundland

And it's love / hope that we follow today
If we dare follow St. Brendan's way

Our fathers were tillers
And our mothers knew chance
And we've tasted hunger
In Ireland and France

And these seeds of misfortune
St. Bartholomew's Day
Shall be drowned in the new world
Chosen St. Brendan's way

There's a light shining on you tonight
A siren call, a harbour town... a northern light

A curse on the Union Jack
On its empire and lance
And I'll piss on the troubled head
Of king Charles of France

But that's all behind us now a thousand miles away
And nothing can match the beauty
In the sight of Gaspe

There's salt on your naked skin
And there's salt in my tears
And without you I'd pass away
Under these privateers

But that baby inside you
Is the work of our hand
A child of the revolution
And a free thinking man

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Power of Orange Knickers -Tori Amos Oct. 18th, 2005 @ 08:04 pm
epinoiaclitoria
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
under my petty coat
the power of listening to what
you don’t want me to know

Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
those girls that smile kindly then rip your life to pieces?
Can somebody tell me now am I alone with this –
this little pill in my hand and with this secret kiss
am I alone in this…

A matter of complication
when you become a twist
for their latest drink
as they’re transitioning

Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
this little pill in my hand that keeps the pain laughin’?
Can somebody tell me now a way out of this –
that sacred pipe of red stone could blow me out of this kiss
am I alone in this…

Shame shame time to leave me now
Shame shame you’ve had your fun
Shame shame for letting me think that I would be the one
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
this little pill in my hand or this secret kiss
am I alone in this kiss
am I alone in this kiss


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wax wings Aug. 31st, 2005 @ 10:58 am
anonymissity
Hi!
New here.
Don't know if asking for lyrics is kosher here, so if not, hello delete!
I've scoured the net to the best of my ability and am still unable to fnd lyrics to Liam Lynch's "Wax Wings" on his album "EEL".

Perhaps somebody could throw me a bone?

waltz #1 May. 29th, 2005 @ 03:52 am
epinoiaclitoria
everytime the day darkens down and goes away pictures open in my head
of me and you silent and cliché all the things we did and didn't say
covered up by what we did and didn't do going through every out i used to
cop to make the repetition stop:
what was i supposed to say?
now i never leave my zone we're both alone i'm going home
i wish i'd never seen your face

-
Elliott Smith


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Original Sinsuality May. 26th, 2005 @ 10:58 pm
epinoiaclitoria
There was a garden
in the beginning
Before the fall
Before Genesis

There was a tree there
A tree of knowledge
Sophia would insist
You must eat of this

Original Sin?
No I don’t think so.
Original Sinsuality
Original Sin?
No it should be
Original Sinsuality
Original Sin?
No I don’t think so.
Original Sinsuality

Yaldaboath
Saklas
I’m calling you
Samael
You are not alone
I say
You are not alone
In your Darkness
You are not alone
Baby
You are not alone

- Tori Amos

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May. 25th, 2005 @ 08:11 pm
taidhgin
I'll start with an old favorite that I haven't thought about in ages: Radiohead's "Bulletproof". I once made the mistake of venturing onto a Radiohead website and seeing the oddest interpretations of this song; they missed that there's supposed to be an epiphany in the last verse and thus had to jump thgrough hoops trying to make everything fit together. 

limb by limb and tooth by tooth
tearing up inside of me
every day every hour
I wish that I was bullet proof

wax me, mould me
heat the pins and stab them in
you have turned me into this
just wish that it was bullet proof

so pay the money and take a shot
lead-fill the hole in me
I could burst a million bubbles
all surrogate
and bullet proof

Quick version of what I think it captures:  When we confront the "world" - people and their public personas in various circumstances - we confront something misleading.  Public personas are more callous, and are contrived to present a sort of  illusion.  So we are all more or less bound to feel more vulnerable than we ought to, faced with a false notion of how we compare to others.   The first verse is an expression of someone hurt and vulnerable to the world, filtered through this mistaken comparison: I suffer and I wish I could be bulletproof like everyone else.  The second verse expresses resentment, I suspect more towards the "world" than any one person: the world has made me what I am, shaped me into this, and I only wish I could be as callous as everyone else. 

The final verse is a sort of enlightenment brought about by resignation, a refusal to continue striving futilely.  As such the subject realizes the value of vulnerability, and sees it as a greater virtue than callousness: so much so that the subject comes to see himself as being stronger than the "bullet proof" world; he sees through the illusion/misconception, understands that to be "bullet proof" is to be a shell without a heart, and thus that the callous public persona is a mere surrogate.



'Move Over' May. 24th, 2005 @ 06:04 pm
epinoiaclitoria
You say that it's over baby, Lord,
You say that it's over now,
But still you hang around me, come on,
Won't you move over.

You know that I need a man, honey Lord,
You know that I need a man,
But when I ask you to you just tell me
That maybe you can.

Please dontcha do it to me babe, no!
Please dontcha do it to me baby,
Either take this love I offer
Or honey let me be.

I ain't quite a ready for walking, no no no no,
I ain't quite a ready for walking,
And whatcha gonna do with your life,
Life all just dangling ?

Oh yeah, make up your mind, honey,
You're playing with me, hey hey hey,
Make up your mind, darling,
You're playing with me, come on now!
Now either be my loving man,
I said-a let me honey, let me be, yeah!

You say that it's over, baby, no,
You say that it's over now,
But still you hang around me, come on
Won't you move over.

You know that I need a man, honey, I told you so.
You know that I need a man,
But when I ask you to you just tell me
That maybe you can.

Hey! Please dontcha do it to me, babe, no!
Please dontcha do it to me baby,
Either take this love I offer,
Honey let me be.

I said won't you, won't you let me be ?
Honey, you're teasing me.
Yeah, you're playing with my heart, dear,
I believe you're toying with my affections, honey.

I can't take it no more baby,
And furthermore, I don't intend to.
I'm just tired of hanging from the end of a string, honey,
You expect me to fight like a goddamned mule.
Wah, wah, wah, wah, honey...

- Janis Joplin

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Welcome May. 24th, 2005 @ 04:52 pm
epinoiaclitoria
Hi there!
Feel free to introduce yourself, if you want to, and/or start posting.

laters!
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