Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

Gojira

Gojira.

For reals, how did I not know of these guys before this year?

I don't even like "screamo" music, and to be honest, I'd argue hard against their "Progressive Death Metal" label, but these guys are just brilliant. "Death Metal" evokes long-haired, bearded Scandinavian gentlemen growling unintelligibles while burning down churches and murdering bandmates. Gojira are as beyond that as Mahler is beyond cavemen banging on hollow tree trunks.

All of the melody. All of the technicality. All of the amazing. It's all there.

Gojira are just "Progressive Metal". Yes, they growl and scream, but there's a true melody to it. There's a meaning to their lyrics beyond demanding the blood of your firstborn son.

Take for example, my current favourite of their songs, "The Gift of Guilt" - I'm going to reformat the lines slightly here to show what I think is going on.

We leave the shores to see the mountains rising; a distant impression growing.
This judgement creates the pain in we hold, destructive intentions that serve no purpose but the end of us all. 
These vultures from the past, coming. In all the hells and worlds, the time has come.
Delivered from their eyes; embrace, suffer, destroy the gift of guilt
The shame and sorrow; self-condemnation fill all the gaps and the spaces, unyielding.
Bestowed upon us, devastating power; we're building connective tissue to a maze of lies
We're left as starving orphans; the vital core is gone.
Our sins are all over and over again we swallow.
We're sick and tired when this wind blows, the reflex is insane.
We must forgive and stop blaming ourselves for this love.
These vultures from the past, coming. In all the hells and worlds, the time has come.
Delivered from their eyes, I'm leaving this behind: the gift of guilt.

My take on all this is that this is an anthem to the human condition. We regret things we do, and we regret those things which we do not. We allow this to eat away at us, and we feel guilty toward ourselves for our own action or inaction, when in reality we should not.

This is more than just death metal. These guys are true observers of their world. Joe Duplantier is a master lyricist.

Saturday, 28 May 2016

Genie of Death

Here in my silo so cold
I just await your command
Here in my silo so cold
Fear is my only demand

Here I am,  just a genie of death
How could you do this to me?

Here in my silo so old
I long to spread holy fire
Here in my silo so old
Patiently awaiting desire

Yet you pretend that we're dead.

Here in my silo so old
I long to spread holy fire
Here in my silo so old
Patiently awaiting desire

How could you do this to me?
I am a genie of death

Sunday, 13 December 2015

Miss Jane

I thought you were everlasting
I thought you were never-ending

Upside-down, miss Jane my friend
I'm not happy any more
Inside-out, retrain my brain
I can't handle any more of this pain

And so I thought we were made
Five short years were all we had

Upside-down miss Jane, again
I'm not happy any more
Inside, outside, feel the same
I can't stand you any more in my pain

I want to be alone just now
I want to live for another day

Upside-down miss Jane, my friend
We're not happy any more
Five long years I played this game
I'm not happy any more

I thought you were everlasting
I thought you were never-ending

Upside-down, miss Jane my friend
I'm not happy any more
Inside-out, restrain my brain
I don't hate you any more in my pain