"Love Like Winter" is happy :\
Warn you warmth to turn away.
Here it's December everyday.
Press your lips to the sculptures
And, surely you'll stay.
For of sugar and ice
*clap clap clap*
I am made!
It's in the blood
Its in the blood
I met my love
Before I was born.
He/She wanted love.
I taste of blood.
He/She bit my lip
And drank my war
From years before
She exhales vanilla lace.
I barely dreamt her
Yesterday
Read the lines on the mirror
Through the lipstick trace
(Por Siempre)
She said "It seems you're somewhere
Far away"
To his face
*chorus*While that may be melancholy, the melody is beautiful and happy. Sure, its the first since maybe "Days of the Phoenix," but I would like to point out some of the more mature lyrics written. I agree that the lyrics to "Miss Murder" may not seem his best, but they really are thought provoking when one disects the whole of them.
Many have deduced that Miss Murder can be about a fallen idol, or a person of vanity who wants his beauty to be remembered forever ("Make beauty stay if I take my life?"). Miss Murder is the personification of Death, and in this case suicide. Its not really sad, more vain. Havok as noted that in this album, not every song is sung from his perspective, so that must also be considered.
Another song from this era to be noted of with far better lyrics can be found in "The Missing Frame." What I love about this song is how the term "Death" seems to be a play on words. Rather than meaning literal death, I think it is a double entondre for an orgasm. I can't really think of another context where the "little deaths" mentioned can be.
One at a time I watched them all forget.
One at a time I'm lost in little deaths.
It's the place that I, I forget my life, like tonight.
I'll let you tear it up
if you don't wake me up.
But if you tear it
we can't repair it
so please don't wake me
till someone cares.
Now no one cares.
.More cleverness is the allusions to previous albums. Musically, they haunted "Fall Children" from All Hallows EP into "Miss Murder," but lyrically they link to albums in "The Interview"
Forever waiting for disaster.
What David calls servant and master,
will you play it too?
As this displacement begs for water,
swimming, bathing,
[the art of]drowning in [sing the] sorrow....
Calm down.
Come down, cold resides with me.
I flee to, I flee to decemberunderground. As you exhale
I breathe in and sink into the waterunderground
and I'll grow pale without you.Just some insteresting stuff....Previous lyrics are ALSO alluded to (reminds me of the links between Bowie's "Space Oddity" and "Ashes to Ashes") in "37mm". Allusions to "Morning Star," "Silver and Cold," and "Miseria Cantera."
If you believe in me, how can I be dissolving?
If you'd believe me, I’d tell you everything.
Do you fall too? (Every time that I)
Yes, I fall. (Every time that I)
Do you want to (try to pacify)
fall into me? (fall into me, fall into me)
Into me
....
If you keep killing me, how can I keep absolving?
Your sins into me, begin the poisoning.
...
Weare no one. We are no one.As far as childish lyrics...I can't see how if one actually takes the time to stop and listen to them. At least "Miss Murder" is not only the story of a falling idol, but the story of an idol's betrayal. "He left them all behind." Hardly random, now, if you think about it? An idol so desperate to engrave his name in history, nothing would hold him back, not even "his children".
And if you want to debate with me about how all the lyrics are about death and all, I do not feel that albums prior have been completely delved in this subject, but I will allow you to say this one is. However, Death is presented throughout the album with different connotations and used as different forms of allegory, or other phrases are used to explain literal deaths. Example for something other than an orgasm can be found in "The Killing Lights"
It's killing time again
Put on your face
And let's pretend
These killing lights
Won't kill us all
againThese lyrics are rather uncharacteristic for Davey's usual style, but I believe this is one of the songs sung from a different perspective. When they say "Kill" here, I do believe it is more of a "Let's knock 'em dead" sort of thing, you know, before a show. Not exactly to go out and murder people. It even somewhat reminds me of paparazzi or something, those "killing LIGHTS".
"Prelude 12/21" is a lovely way to represent death without even saying the words. It is a short anthem from one who's been betrayed (It vaguely reminds me of the whole "What I gave is yours to keep" from "White Houses" and leads me to think of virginity heh)
This is what I brought you, this you can keep
This is what I brought, you may forget me
I promise to depart, just promise one thing
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep
This is what I brought you, this you can keep
This is what I brought, you may forget me
I promise you my heart, just promise to sing
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep
This is what I thought, I thought you'd need me
This is what I thought, so think me naive
I'd promise you a heart, you'd promise to keep
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep
Kiss my eyes and lay me to... sleep.The often repeated line begs in desperation for one last kiss before being left, even though they found out about the other's betrayal.
Now, please point out to me why it is all childish and random? There is so much more to the surface and face value of a lyric. Havok, an English major before dropping out to do the band full time, is clever enough to create lyrics that contain many layers and possible meanings always open to interpretation. He is far from ignorant enough to just mash random words together.
And as far as their PRIOR stuff being childish and meaningles, I ask you to say that of the following:
"Death of Seasons"
Of late, it's harder just to go outside
To leave this deadspace with hatred, so alive
Writhing with sickness, thrown into banality, I decay
Killed by the weakness, but forced to return, turn it off
I watch the stars as they fall from the sky
I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying
I feel the fallen stars encircle me now, as they cry
Out there so quickly grows malignant tribes
Posthuman extinction excels unrecognized
Feeling surrounded, so bored with mortality, I decay
All of this hatred is fucking real, turn it on... yeah
It won't be all right despite what they say
Just watch the stars tonight as they, as they disappear, disintegrate
And I disintegrate 'cause this hate is fucking real
And I hope to shade the world as stars go out and I disintegrate"Smile"
Overwhelmed with a deep repulsion for sights seen so commonly,
now I have come to be the walking enmity.
Assimilate into a culture of post morality, from what I've seen, I hate humanity.
Rot with repulsion. I'll write the world a brand new song.
Look upon your bleak creation,
but is it truly me that's to be the human blasphemy?
I'll set the world on fire and,
in burning light I'll write my first love song and I will feel warmth.
Hide your eyes in heaven, in the lies.
Believe. Relieve. I'll end the world tonight.
Overwhelmed with a deep repulsion for sights seen so commonly,
now I have come
to be a walking enmity, for humanity,
the human blasphemy,
I'll end the world tonight."Totalimortal"
Hope unknown. Sometimes just waking is surreal.
I walk right through the nameless ones.
I know that hope's unknown.
Sometimes the water feels so real.
As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I'm drowning.
This day never seems to end.
This pain, never.
The rage I can not let go.
I hear them calling my name.
I feel them gnawing out holes through flawless souls.
So alone. Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones.
I fear that I alone fear those who finally ceased to feel that they're alone
inside this place.
I am the misplaced.
Now every face, it looks familiar...
then every face would melt away until...
now everyone, do you know, I know your deception?Even with "The Last Kiss"
Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see.
All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company.
The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink,
I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
You'll love the eyes.
Have they always shown so vacantly?
The more I show the less you'll want to know.
I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now I'm on display.
I am becoming.
Hurt myself today.
It's all for you.
Do you like, do you like, what I'm becoming?
Cut myself today.
It's all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.
Pushed through your panes.
Seems I've landed quite uncomfortably.
But as I pass through souls of broken glass
I can't stop the insects that are feeding.
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Please don't ask me just what I think, trust me,
you don't want to know.
Please don't ask me to open up, trust me, trust me,
'cause I can't.But I think a bit of my favorite clever lyrics are found in "...But Home is Nowhere"
Twenty-six years and seems like I've just begun
To understand my, my intimate is no one
When the director sold the show, who bought its last rites?
They cut the cast, the music, and the lights
This is my line, this is eternal
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural
My prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone
Twenty-six years end, still speaking in these tongues
Such revelations while understood by no one
When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace?
Please clear the house of ill-aquired taste
Give me something, give me something real
I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzle
Everyday another small piece can't be found
I lay strewn across the floor, pieced up in sorrow
The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit
Pieced together incomplete and emptyOr the lovely irony created for the comp Short Music for Short People, "earts Frozen Solid, Thawed Once More By The Spring Of Rage, Despair And Hopelessness""
Whoa!
I will die screaming
whoa!
Scream my last breath in useless anguish
Tear the sun from the skyHeh, I don't know about great lyrics, but it is great irony.
Perhaps I'm getting carried away, but I think you should realize that your opinions seem very shallow and uneducated for you didn't seem to actually read in between the lines with your criticism, and I felt I had to defend the people I feel are great geniuses ^_^
Plus, would a group of idiots realy think of something as elaborate as
this?(which is actually a bit more in depth than that report gives credit for).
AFI are far from fools. Not only that, but they are genuine down to earth nice guys who have grown so much in their time and continue to evolve elegantly at a graceful pace. How I love them ^_^ Maybe you will you're open your eyes, too.
