by theShrinkette on January 15, 2009
{the love experienced in these lyrics might be the weapon of mass destruction that the U.S. has been searching Iraq up and down for}
My love is like a powder keg in the corner of an empty warehouse
Somewhere just outside of town
About to burn down
The Mountain Goats - International Small Arms Traffic Blues
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{these lyrics describe a person that did not have an ounce of childhood curiosity or wonderment when growing up. Unlike most of the population, whose soul slowly decays as they age, this person never found excitement at the sight of snow. It can be assumed that he/she would find; cotton candy, popsicles, lollipops, candy necklaces, gummy bears, pushpops, m&ms, airheads, paint chips containing lead, dirt or any other sort of food products that children delight in, to be non-consumable, despicable, and vile substances}
I was never young, even as a child
Said I was never young
I’ve always felt beguiled
Oh, I just never smiled
But you have a glow
From an inner sense I’ll never know
Of Montreal - I Was Never Young
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|||theShrinkette’s take:|||{the central character in these lyrics has to suffer a night with a woman who has an unfortunately big stick up her ass. He is hopeful that it can be dislodged with just the right amount of alcohol, but most everyone can assert that those types of conditions are generally permanent} |||Viktor’s take:||| {this suggestion tripped, momentarily stumbled, and quickly fell into love. Drunk on warm emotion (and alcohol), life seemed more and more brilliant. A hopeless romantic? Maybe, but that night it didn’t really matter. It felt alive}
Just as you take my hand
Just as you write my number down
Just as the drinks arrive
Just as they play your favorite song
As your bad mood disappears
No longer wound up like a spring
Before you’ve had too much
Come back and focus again
Radiohead - Jigsaws Falling Into Place
suggested by Mike
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by Viktor on January 8, 2009
by Viktor on January 1, 2009
{this suggestion is extremely high on air}
Speak
Speaking for myself
Pretend I’m someone else
I never felt the same
Well this time
Breathe
I’m breathing up the air
It’s burning up my lungs
It’s burning through my hair
I never felt
 David Usher - Hey Kids
If God Had Curves
April 25, 2005
suggested by anonymous
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{this suggestion walks with a pimp cane when people aren’t looking}
So one last touch and then you’ll go
And we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me
Yeah you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me
 Death Cab For Cutie - Tiny Vessels
Transatlanticism
October 7, 2003
suggested by Mike |
{this suggestion played with light till it got burned}
The pockets in the air
that float and turn and hold the flecks of light,
the sound of happiness
will show in motions rendered by the night
and dreams of splintered sounds
which played before you silent as a thought,
and you’ll remember these
are better than the reasons you had lost.
 Apples In Stereo - Sunndal Song
New Magnetic Wonder
February 6, 2007
suggested by pinkdebris
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by Viktor on December 25, 2008
Thanks to everyone who submitted lyrics! Below are some of the favorites—just click to expand.
{this suggestion tried to escape reality but drowned}
I wish that I could be
In the cellars of the sea
And disappear in them
Never to be seen again
Leave this life
Its unrelenting appetite
For feeding off the weak
Who never had their turn to speak
 Keane - Black Burning Heart
Album - Perfect Symmetry
Released: October 14, 2008
suggested by Mike |
{this suggestion ate its lover}
There’s a pretty young thing in front of you
And she’s real pretty and she’s real into you
And then she’s sleeping inside of you
 Rilo Kiley - Portions For Foxes
Album - More Adventurous
Released: August 17, 2004
suggested by pinkdebris |
{this suggestion forgot how to exist}
{this suggestion buried its diary deep inside your head}
And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
And in a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry’s end
 Bright Eyes - Fevers and Mirrors
Album - Fevers and Mirrors
Released: May 30, 2000
suggested by anonymous |
by Viktor on December 23, 2008
On the opposite end of the lyrical rainbow, far, far away from the Lyrically Lacking Monday, you’ll find the Lyrically Thoughtful Thursday.
Don’t see it? Right there. No! To the left—right next to that cocky looking oompa loompa eating everyone’s sugar while he’s supposedly on the job. No… that’s Bush. Yep, right next to him. 
That’s our special Thursday.
Those fortunate enough not to have to work on the weekends often see Thursday as a fairly optimistic day. With Friday right around the corner, Thursday is an opportunity to bask in the promise of the weekend–a chance to slack a bit knowing that you will have Saturday and Sunday to make up what need be.
I see it as the prime time for personal thought and therefore hope to use it to share what I consider to be truly poetic, intelligent, moving—and most thought provoking lyrics that my ears have had the opportunity to have intercourse with.
If you have anything in mind and would like to participate in the first weekly Lyrically Thoughtful Thursday, then go ahead and make a suggestion in the comments below, or in the Tune Remedy’s suggestion box.
Otherwise come back Thursday, ya hear? 
Muse - Map of the Problematique
