Lyrics and Meaning

05-16-2006, 11:32 AM

Ok so I wanted to start another music thread . My idea here is for you post a song...anyone of your favorites that touches you heart somehow or in someway. The following person with read the lyrics and/or listen to the song. They will then post what they got outta the lyrics. I love music and I love seeing what others interpret out of a song, because it always is different and brings out different emotions in people. Don't forget to give the band name and the song name as well.

I'll go first :

Band: Demon Hunter
Song: Not Ready To Die

You've got a lot of nerve and I've got a lot of fingers to point
While you were busy building knowledge I was already right
I know a voice like yours is not a weapon at all
And even mine is not a chisel for a thickened skull
So you can chant your anthems to the deaf
And we can sit here and cry until there's nothing left
Or we can take our voices with our hands
Make like knives and make demands
We'll take our voices - with our hands
Make like knives - we'll make demands

I'm burning bridges for the last time

I'm breaking habits for the first time

I saw my future today, it said I'm going away
But I still haven't sung the last line
On my way down..
I'm not ready to lay, not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
And everyday of my life I can feel it getting harder to breathe
With every minute ticking by I'm getting ready to leave
I know a life like mine is not a reason to fret
But I've been busy making scars that you will never forget
If only thirty three years can save my life
I've had twenty three more to make things right
So when I'm taken to the sky and you're still here
You can clear your mind and dry your tears
When I'm taken home - and you're still here
Just clear your mind - dry your tears
I'm burning bridges for the last time
I'm breaking habits for the first time
I saw my future today, it said I'm going away
But I still haven't sung the last line.
On my way down..
I'm not ready to lay, not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
When I'm taken home - and you're still here
Just clear your mind - dry your tears
We'll take our voices - with our hands
Make like

05-16-2006, 11:51 AM

In the first stanza, he is talking about how the other person thought they knew more than he did when he already knew in the first place.
He also stated that the other was very hard-headed. No matter what he told him, he couldn't get anything through.
He is also saying that instead of sitting there and mourning the loss, get up and learn something from it. Become a better person.

In the second stanza, he is stating that while he is living life to the fullest he is going to try to make the best out of it that he possibly can.
If he messes up, he has his whole life ahead of him to fix it.

That is what I got from it.

Chimaira
Painting the White to Gray

Face I am nothing face
Complete by sarcastic tastes
What a waste I think I'd rather die
Wanting never gaining I find myself pondering life
Always situations I can never hide
Crying tears of anger, hate
Depressed I never know the me, never know what to do
Slit pour out the life a bottle of the "vive"
A desperate cry for something else to justify
I'm in a daze caused by pain
A failing force that wants to change
Painting the white to grey
Numb body shivering
Blood dripping from the skin
Painting the white to grey
Plastic always drastic
A vision of a psychopathic with a razor crawling through the attic
I know somewhere out there someone cares
Wanting me to get my head out of the clouds as they think it's time repair
These scars will never clear
I'll never be the same little one with hopes of one day maybe being sane
I might have tried before...but I locked the door
Now I need a reason to unlock it
I'm in a daze caused by pain
A failing force that wants to change
Painting the white to grey
Numb body shivering
Blood dripping from the skin
Painting the white to grey
Cutting and popping
I know I'm not the definition of your model I'm always dropping
Lying and crying
I rarely find the relevance in always competing or trying...
I take dying
I need to feel the shame in what it was that I did
Cold
In the back of a puppeteer bathroom floor is where I tried to die

05-16-2006, 12:11 PM

Seems like someone is extremely depressed and hopeless looking for a way to get out of that and start over...
Some words of wisdom...from the best...Tupac
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a
pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create
one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

05-16-2006, 04:23 PM

This one's pretty straight forward if you ask me. He's talking about how women are obviously needed, but men treat them like crap. It sounds kind of like a call for chivalry, which is pretty sweet, because it would be a lot nicer for the ladies if we guys treated them like men treated women so long ago. You know...with respect and stuff. Heh.

Estrella by Brave Saint Saturn

I write clever words on paper.
I sometimes think I don't believe at all.
I've never felt so fake, so false.
I'm such a liar.
I couldn't even look him in the eyes.
He was 25 like I was,
But he was deaf, and slowly going blind.
He made my faith seem worthless.
The things I hoped were pointless.
And he fought to stay,
But always dreamed that he could leave this place.

The angels' wings will cover you tonight.
Hallelujah.
Press your head against the breast of Christ.
Hallelujah.

It made me feel so empty,
Collapsing on some dirty bathroom floor.
And isn't it just like me to mourn his passing breath,
When he will never suffer anymore?
Beautiful his pictures,
Fading black and silver.
And I sing of faith,
but his was true and fierce,
And I will miss him.

The angels' wings will cover you tonight.
Hallelujah.
Press your head against the breast of Christ.
Hallelujah.

05-16-2006, 09:03 PM

It's about a guy who was dying and his struggle for life and his faith made the narrator's problems and hopes seem meaningless; now that he's dead the narrator feels selfish for mourning him.....just a guess =P

The Great Below- NIN

Staring at the sea
will she come?
is there hope for me
after all is said and done

anything at any price
all of this for you
all the spoils of a wasted life
all of this for you

all the world has closed her eyes
tired faith all worn and thin
for all we could have done
and all that could of been

ocean pulls me close
and whispers in my ear
the destiny I've chose
all becoming clear

the currents have their say
the time is drawing near
washes me away
makes me disappear

and I descend from grace
in arms of undertow
I will take my place
in the great below

I can still feel you
even so far away
I can still feel you
even so far away
I can still feel you
even so far away
I can still feel you
even so far away
even so far away
even so far away
even so far away
so far away