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GlassJaw: A Reawakening

So, with no explanation from Daryl on this song, I am going to at least add what I took away from it…

It seems a lot of the references in here are aimed at governments and their abilities to lie through their fucking teeth while countless others are victims of practically sanctioned massacres.

It paints an image in my head of the many wars in the middle east, and the civil wars of South America and Africa; where outside influences tend to set-off firestorms (both literally and figuratively) within nations we are claiming to “help”. Just utter chaos with world leaders trying to soften the media blow by making it seem as if it was out of their control.

I could be way off base, and this could just be another hate song towards another hexed lover.

El Mark By GlassJaw

Who the fuck wants to live forever?
Remorse!!!
When you stab me in the back
With your dream.

To keep this body sober
I show my life for all to see..
Do you see me?
Do you see me?!

In a battle the size of my thumb
Always better a fashion show
Than no show at all.

Driving me crazy,
You’re driving me, you’re driving me
You’re driving me crazy,
You’re driving me insane

Be you!
Would it be you?!

And when the runway rovers
Grease back their manes
For our own sake
Do you see me?
Do you see me?

In a battle the size of my thumb
Always better a fashion show
Than no show at all.

Driving me crazy,
You’re driving me, you’re driving me
You’re driving me crazy.
You’re driving me until…

Blue as I write this
You’re marked.
Blue as I write this
Once more

Be you!
Would it be you?!
Be you!
Would it be you?!

Napalm the children
Napalm the children
You’ve got to learn
You’ve got to learn
You won’t believe what you’re not told
You’ve got to feel, what you steal.

Driving me crazy
You’re driving me, you’re driving me
You’re driving me crazy
You driving me into…

Blue as I write this…
For you, Mark.
Blue as I write this
Once more.

Be you!!!
Would it be you?!?!?!
Be you!!!
Would it be you?!?!?!

So here we come to the end of their first album “Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Silence”. This song is half hardcore, and if you stick around to the end, you can hear an added vocal track from Daryl on the piano.

Now, RoadRunner Records were known to add their own shit to GlassJaw’s tracks in an effort to sell more records, but the band didn’t really dig that kind of authority over their work. So that little added bit may have been the devil’s work or hopefully the band intended it to be there because I love it.

This time, Daryl does not elaborate on what the song is about, but I think it is pretty clear he had his heart broken once again by some woman with a chip on her shoulder. My favorite line of all is at the end of the first part of the track before heading into the “hidden track”: “Pack your shit and leave, and take my memories of her with you (I don’t need to know)

Hotel Of The White Locust BY: GlassJaw

Welcome to Hollywood, whore

Wake the fuck up in Hollywood, whore.

My dance has passed.

Combine the throb within the head

With the rhythm of my fucking feet

Say a novena for all those lost.

And read the bloodstains on the sheets.

I’ve whored myself for less than this

And I’ve prayed to appear to be fed.

As I knelt on my pillow God

I clench my fists and banged my head!

Who could ever take the place of me?

Now I kiss up to God, my fists

And I pray to keep my head

Though I like your pretty eyes better blackened

And my fists all fucking red!

Through sickness and health

I’ve kissed up to God, two years.

I have focused on the cameos made by the tiger

In the valley of the locust.

Wipe it off your mouth

Get up off your knees

And make me your God.

It’s sexual debauchery

You cost what you’re worth.

Followed by a boy like this.

Re-ignited by all your visits.

As long as your mouth is shut,

You’ll still be fucking beautiful

Pack your shit and leave,

(I don’t need to know)

and take my memories of her with you

I did not forget about GJ ReAwakening! I was simply too tired this morning to accomplish the lyric transcribing; but first, I give you a quote from Daryl and his thoughts on this song…

“This is about the ‘rock stars’ that you all listen to and I’m sure you just can’t relate cause they’re on such a high pedestal, and you just can’t deal. So this is about the ‘record selling bug’. So if you’re into music like that, FUCK THAT.”

Piano By: GlassJaw

Three times alone this week
I was supposed to be a rock star.
“I only beat you when I’m drunk,
You’re only pretty when you’re crying.”
We are supposed to be the ones who set the air
Afire
Three times alone this week
I was made into a liar.

Whether (or not) I found the gold
I never told.
Richer: I
Brilliant white.
I.

I wear shoes that move men from deserts to
Riches.
Show me what you’ve got
and scratch it because it itches.
Call me chameleon
And set this air afire.
Three times alone this week
I was supposed to be a liar.

Maybe not.
Why the stare?
Would I lie about that which I am scared?
What did I say to you?
Step into
A pot of gold
Rejoice in fire
That which soon burns cold.
What did I say to you?

I can’t deny
The love, the throat, sincerity
I can’t deny it
“I’ve got to keep my P.M.A.”

This song was influenced by a band named Sons of Abraham, which included a couple of GlassJaw’s current lineup. They didn’t elaborate anymore on any other influences, really. So take it as you will! Besides, music is meant to mean something different to each listener.

Hurting and Shoving By: GlassJaw

(She should have let me sleep)
“When I get back”
Pre-break of dawn
Hear the ring it’s me
Live from a pay phone
Talking in the rain.
Things pan out exactly as I say they will.
Will I be less happy
When I get back?!

Two hands in one glove
As if we were poor.
The hard up make soup from stones
Like the poor before them did before.

You say the waiting could crush your heart

But it’s nothing new to me
Having you crave me so desperately
But I know
Now when you need me you bleed for me
though now I’m gone you fill my shoes with new
Fans.

Always and forever
We are apart and may she see
She’d be free of rejoicing in distance
If she only let me sleep!

“Will things make less happy
When I get back?!”

Absence makes the heart grow still
Abuse the hunt: confuse the kill.
I know, I know.
Make the dead feel deader
Deader.
Make the dead sleep nights with a razor
Waiting.
Kill the prey~

I’ll hold my child’s head underwater
If it’s a boy, I was joking
If it’s a daughter, I’ll say I did what I did
Because I had to…
And if you find my kid later
Tell her I laughed too.

We just might work out fine
Because I love you enough
To let you give me that pain that I want
…And when you do
I just might fuck you
enough to love you.
Once upon my night stand
Lied letters piled in columns
Postmarked middle island
Out easy in the county of solemn.

Okay, since Daryl, has quite literally a “one-liner” explaining the inspiration of the song; I’d like to give my side of the story as well.

Daryl- “Majour, is about legalized prostitution, to get back all the whores who broke your heart.”

For me, this song is about those few girls out there (same with dudes) who just can’t stay faithful to one person. And that their “lust” is what they call “love” that’s why I feel the “immature love” line towards the end is perfect. But, I am not nearly as poetic as Daryl, and I sort of wish it wasn’t about prostitution lol.

Majour By: GlassJaw

You only get one taste
And for this gift we are graced.
You only get one taste
And for this gift
Wait.

Now let me go
So I can brag about the gifts that he stole.
(thank you) for all the lonely nights
I will carry this with me where I go.

Bad taste in my mouth.
You would think I’m a whore.
Bad taste in my mouth.
You would think I’m you.

You only get one taste
and for this gift we are graved.
You only get one taste
And for this gift
She’s likely to go,
Or so she’ll say.
We sleep as we do to keep our nights days away.
Love,
Or so she’ll say
Immature love
You breed immature lust!

So I died the virgin.
I have told you before,
you were nothing special to him
(and that’s just another thing that’s
Not new for you).

You’ll be born
You before.

Embody me
With your body
I’ve never seen it.
I have never.
Embody me
With your body.
I’ve never seen it.
Are you happy?

In high fidelity I hear

A ravaged man

Screaming at the world

He talks of razors and

Deception.

And still finds time for

Clairvoyant discussion.

His symphony, an army.

A sentry for any circumstance.

Be it fighting relentless demons

Or his own rogue hands.

He is the ruler of dreams

No other man can.

I listen closely

To miss nothing.

A whisper, too far

I NEED more!

Though

I crave more than deserved

Even then, it’s never enough.

Longing to live these tragedies

For my sorrow would finally be

Relevant.

Awaiting your next call to arms

Years in the making.

Touring roadie cars

Medication ritual to keep Your

Body an individual

To prevent the demon from

Unleashing a new heathen

Relapse, collapse

The story of your life.

I pray for your body

To repent the sickness

To return your health.

But I pray far too much

I’ve not control over

God’s unholy rule

That man must live or die

With the ebb of lunar tides

Wash away the unsuspecting

Lulling the silver spooned

He displays prejudice

For all who speak against his

Ancient ruse.  

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?

I keep you jealously to myself.

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?”

I hope you enjoyed dying alone.

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.

All the while.

I am half asleep, barely functioning on this day of work. So I don’t know what to say.Oh yeah, enjoy the song!

Pretty Lush By: GlassJaw

I draw them on wreckless,
etched in,
scratched in like resurrection.
Your sins are killing you and you
can bet they’ll get me too.
I’ve got to give some to get some.

Mining in the river, standing in the rain.
Down on your knees while you heave at the drain.

You can lead a whore to water and
you can bet she’ll drink and follow orders.
And I said, is this what you wanted?
Is this what you needed?
Give it some more time.

Tonight I’m going to a party,
but it’s already started without me.
I aced philosophy and mastered the art of spiritual phrase!
I’ve got to give some to get some.

The disco ball spins away another year.
I wish you a broken heart and a happy new year.
Only three words come to mind (true till death)

You can lead a whore to water and you can bet
she’ll drink and follow orders.
And I said, is this what you wanted?
Huh? Is this what you needed?
Give it some more time.

Ohh.. restrain.
Where would you fear you would be?
How the fuck can I please and then clean?

Only three words come to mind (true till death)
pray when you did what you said.
Death makes you kneel at the great.
All I had to say I did say.
When all you do is scream at the drain.
You f-ugh!.

You can lead a whore to water and you can bet
she’ll drink and follow orders.
And I said is this what you wanted?
Come on, Is this what you needed?
Give it some more time…