AN innovative song in my opinion. At least in regards to how he explains it all during the song. It actually directly inspired me to write the poem “Ghost Man on Third” that I blogged here a couple of weeks ago. And here is Daryl, to explain himself all the way from some interview in the past! Welcome!
Daryl Palumbo- “She couldn’t have been any more empty when she was with me than she was. She, when she was with me was a completely empty person in everything she did with and to me…and was completely empty for a long time. That’s what that’s supposed to mean..a kiss, something that’s fulfilling and warm, and it was just the coldest shit.”
Siberian Kiss By: GlassJaw
Give me back
My pictures of me
Me, you and him makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate
Of depress
and I hope that you know.
Like a bitch in heat,
I hope she knows.
So put another penny in and turn the crank
Until the frames cease to move
And the movie turns into a photo,
A photo the kiss
I hope she knows
Staring at a parisian sex flick
where the characters don’t meet
The characters don’t speak
And the characters are like mirrors facing
mirros:
Space always expanding.
So put another coin in and turn the crank
Until the frames cease to move
And the movie turns into a photo,
A photo the fist
I hope she knows
A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
In a photo the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and letterhead
I’m dying about.
I’ve watched you whore yourself out for one
More thing.
If I can’t have you no one will!
Pushing a lover to love another
Are you turned on?
This song doesn’t have a fun quote from Daryl, himself so I’ll go ahead and introduce this badboy. To me, this song is about finding out the hard way that you and your “lover” are falling away from each other at an alarming rate without a damn thing you can do other than embrace it and muster up a “You bitch” in the process… Enjoy it all of you lovers out there. For this may just be your fate someday.
When One Eight Becomes Two Zeros By: GlassJaw
I’m glad that you’re near.
And I’m sad that you’re here.
This is what it’s like to be me.
I’m glad that you’re here
And I’m sad that you’re near
This is what it’s like to die alone.
This all hurts me so much
That I honestly believe
you’re the one this is hard for.
I’ve bartered tact for wit
and I’ve already made up
A billion stories about you.
Knee deep in static
I hear you breaking up
I’m breaking up,
I guess we’re breaking up.
You’re not the other woman
You’re just another (woman)
Another hobby for a guy like me.
You’ve given me a heart like a gun
And I’m so shocked that I’ve made it through
These billion days.
I didn’t think I could tough it out all those days
A billion.
So we’re growing?
I’m sure.
“there’s no other I can turn to.
There’s no other I can turn to.
If not you heart
who else can I believe?”
So, I have come to a realization, I should stop blogging. I won’t stop writing though, that is just a part of me. The only reason I am continuing with the GlassJaw posts is because I wasn’t lying when I claimed my devotion to them. And I am happy that I have garnered a few new advocates of GlassJaw, I hope you all continue listening to them. Once I finish up my GlassJaw posts (which still gives me about thirty days for those who enjoyed reading) I’ll be packing up. It’s been real, it’s been fun, it’s been real fun.
This is hands down my favorite quote from Daryl Palumbo and in-turn, an amazing song. SO I’ll just let him do the talking while I fly away.
“There are like 3 or 4 girls in my life that I’m genuinely friends with and it’s this girl that I’m good friends with and it’s not like I’m in love with her, she’s just a really close friend of mine. Her real name is Boomica in hungarian. So that song means a lot because it’s the only not negatively empowered song on the record. And, like, I can not only relate to her, but I’m in love with her person, you know? And that’s such a big thing for me to be able to say that so I knew I had to write about it because I felt so passionately about it.”
Her Middle Name Was Boom By: GlassJaw
She cured the plague of the holy child
and all the while
she just walked in
and Boom she said
in her room with her red fingernails
and a grip on the answers.
When it’s home
and it’s broken, let’s fix.
When it’s home
and I’m swolen, let’s kiss.
When it’s home
and we’re walking, she’ll lead.
If she’s waiting, we’ll leave.
I’m so gracious I’ve got you here.
If you touch it
it’s cold.
If you drop it
it breaks.
If you hug it
it shakes…
hold it, it shakes.
I’m Boom! She said.
I’m Boom! She said.
When it’s home
and I’m broken let’s fix.
When it’s home
and I’m swollen let’s kiss.
When it’s home
and we’re walking, she’ll lead
if She’s waiting, we’ll leave.
I’m so gracious my name’s, I dare.
My name is I dare.
When it’s home
and I’m broken, let’s fix.
When it’s home
and I’m swollen, let’s kiss.
When it’s home
and we’re walking she’ll lead
if she’s waiting we’ll leave.
I’m so gracious.
A poem to express some of my views on the world we live in.
If love is not enough, then I fear the world that awaits When lust is the new “L-word” and “Mi Amor” takes the bait. Now, Do I need to advertise like people magazine? My traits, my flaws, the sights I’ve seen Do I need to take a test for my sex appeal? This world I fear has grown to be everything but real. Plastic lips, hair flips, liposuction reconstruction fallout from blowouts, cancer stricken. We do this to ourselves. We deserve no remorse. Fallacies galore. Humanity has lost its whim Soon enough We will all fall to the floor from poisoning ourselves so willingly. Like a lab rat that turned in an application citing experience in self-termination.
The Way it Goes 