Tagged: Lyrics

Spearmint – A Signal or a Sign [updated]

What the lyrics actually are

how are we supposed to know what to do
if nobody tells us?
how are we supposed to know where to go
if nobody shows us?

i need hope and certainty
i need truth, give me something!
a signal or a sign
just give me something

how are we supposed to know what to do
if nobody tells us?
how are we supposed to know where to go
if nobody shows us?

sometimes i want to cry but the tears won’t come
sometimes i feel ok but my eyes are streaming
somebody give me permission
just give me something

i envy your normality

how i envy your contentment
you’ve got more sense than me
you just accept it

in my head

i recognise the words you say
but can’t quite seem to understand
the meaning…

i have to hold on to the side
to keep from falling, give me something!

i have to hold on to the edge
to keep from drowning

too much freedom, too much choice
i need some science fiction
too many blank pages to fill
just give me something

it’s only when we stop we can really see
it’s only when we stop we can see where we’ve been
instead of walking backwards, walking blind…

if i could just write “help” in the sky
i’d write it today, give me something!
a signal or a sign, just give me something

a generation of apologists
breaking lifts and stopping watches
pushing pianos across the ice…

(Song over here.)

Here’s what I thought the lyrics were

How we’re supposed to know what to do
If nobody tells us
How we’re supposed to know where to go
If nobody shows us

I need help [or hope] I’m seventeen
I need truth
Give me something
A signal or a sign
Just give me something

How we’re supposed to know what to do
If nobody tells us
How we’re supposed to know where to go
If nobody shows us

Sometimes I want to cry
But the tears won’t come
Sometimes I feel okay
But my eyes are streaming
Somebody give me permission
Just give me something

I envy your normality
Oh how I envy your contentment
You’ve got more sense than me
You just accept it

My head
I recognise the words you say
I can’t quite seem to understand
The meaning

I have to hold on to the side
To stop me falling
Give me something
I have to hold on to the edge
To keep from drowning

Too much freedom
Too much choice
I need some science fiction
Too many blank pages to fill
Just give me something

It’s only when we stop
We can really see
It’s only when we stop
We can see where we’ve been
Instead of walking backwards
Walking blind

If I could just ride up in the sky
I cried today
Give me something
A signal or a sign
Just give me something

A generation of apologists
Breaking lifts
Stopping watches
Pushing pianos across the ice

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Box Of Rain

Look out of any window
Any morning, any evening, any day
Maybe the sun is shining
Birds are winging, no rain is falling from a heavy sky
What do you want me to do
To do for you to see you through?
For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago

Walk out of any doorway
Feel your way like the day before
Maybe you’ll find direction
Around some corner where it’s been waiting to meet you
What do you want me to do
To watch for you while you’re sleeping?
Then please don’t be surprised when you find me dreaming too

Look into any eyes
You find by you; you can see clear to another day
Maybe been seen before
Through other eyes on other days while going home
What do you want me to do
To do for you to see you through?
It’s all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago

Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams to another land
Maybe you’re tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
To do for you, to see you through?
A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through

Just a box of rain, wind and water
Believe it if you need it, if you don’t just pass it on
Sun and shower, wind and rain
In and out the window like a moth before a flame

And it’s just a box of rain, I don’t know who put it there
Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare
And it’s just a box of rain, or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long, long time to be gone and a short time to be there

Charlotte Gainsbourg—Operation

Very nice tune.  My iPod first delivered this to me after a very long day…  Lyrics:

I want to explore you
I’m gonna get under your skin
So you can feel me running through your veins

I want to examine
Every inch of your frame
The pressure points that cause your joy and pain

Our love goes under the knife
There is no room for doubt

Now i’m inside you
My hands can feel their way
Further inside than I have ever been

Now i can really
Mess around with your heart
And fill it to the brim with broken dreams

Our love goes under the knife
Two lives may be saved

And if I pull this off
I’ll refuse the Nobel prize
Instead I will look into your eyes

If I pull this off your whole body will be mine
And I’m prepared to work throughout the night

Our love goes under the knife
Nothing is taboo
…Here on the cutting edge of science

Too much information
I feel i’m getting lost
Absorbed into the fibre of your soul

Deep within the abbatoir
Of your entrails your insides
Lost in you forever far from home

Our love goes under the knife
Someone got too close

Our love goes under the knife
The heart was rejected by the host

I want more and more and more and more and …

Trying to decipher the lyrics to I Want More by Can. They’re not online. Here’s what I can get:

(Thanks to Rachel P got the rest – ta Rach :-))

Everybody
Plays a game
We don’t have to
Say the name
If we take a
Summary
Boys say girls just aint the same

I don’t have to
Say no more
You know what I’m
Aiming for
Don’t care if I
Break a law
I want more and more and more

Everybody
Plays a game
Boys say girls just
Aint the same
You know what I’m
Aiming for
I want more and more and more and more and more and more and …

Bit (1) sounds something like “Ah-fré Descarte” (definitely not a “René”, and probably not a Descarte either – the vocals are badly cut up) and (2) sounds something like “Sanmoré”. Google is failing me. I want it to be the name of a funky author who’s going to say more about playing games (would fit well with Wittgenstein, Laing, and friends), but it’s probably just a cut up copy of some of the other lyrics.

Just had a nosy at Interpersonal Perception by Laing, Phillipson and Lee (1966). Pages 49-72 develop an epistemic logic (“he thinks she thinks he thinks…” type stuff) and use it to construct a questionnaire about dyadic relationships, the questions to be answered by both members of the pair. Refreshing to see such a detailed analysis of the sentences. More on that elsewhere soon, perhaps…