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I found a pretty cool video for this one. It takes the studio version and uses footage from live shows for a makeshift music video. I hope you enjoy! I’d give more of an explanation but I am functioning off of the few ounces of sanity I have while I fight through my cold/allergic conundrum.

Tip Your Bartender By GlassJaw

hit it one more time for our men in uniform
(with a price upon their heads).
this is a war.
bottoms up.
call it what you want,
the color changes up in the sun.
not throwing stones at you anymore.
your name’s in lights and I don’t wonder
anymore.

all my X’s live with hexes.
this is why I hang myself
with jealousy upon a fence-post
half mast.
fashion: war between the guilty and
the guilty and the teen.
i’d like to die like mice do.
i’m crying in the beer of a drunk man.

fashion.
buy it.
load it.
shoot it.

Pink Roses By GlassJaw

you like to carry my heart in a bag that’s broken.
you’re asking when do I stop?
when the bottle’s empty.
blacker than my father’s soul, drunk enough to raise us all.
pink roses.
nomad:
drowning rat.
black.
black.
so black you can’t even grasp the fact.
blacker than a beggar’s soul, rich enough to save us all.
lead with your need as god descends.
cold in the ground.
what gets me this down?
the smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown.
i want to drink you, scare you, fuck you and film you.

Now, I apologize for any omitted lyrics in this installation; I am relying on the “interweb’s” variations. And I am at work so I can’t listen along to pin down the faults. Although he is pretty clear speaking in this song so I am hoping that the contributors do him justice.

It doesn’t help that I’ve been slowly contracting some relentless illness that continues to ravage my respiratory system. But, I digress… enjoy!

Beyond poor
Beyond ostracized
Destined to be obscured.
Beyond right in your offset eyes

On dominus ground
If what I say isn’t true
I do it to reason with you
Kiss and no tell
The police down at the motel

I’m aware, I see
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without.

I’m aware, I see; yes, I do
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without
To return what I’ve given out.

Beyond poor,
Beyond ostracized
Destined to be obscured
Beyond right in your husband’s eyes
Does he bow when you’re around?

What I say isn’t true
But I do it to reason with you
Kiss and no tell
The last man in what the first to take the vow

I’m aware, I see; yes, I do
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without

I’m aware, I see; yes, I do
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without
Return what I’ve given out.

This is one of their songs that they had been experimenting with sort of a Blues/jazz/rock vibe.

I dig it for the slow going rhythm where you can just bob your head and almost fall into a trance. There isn’t a fun explanation for this song from Daryl as far as I know. So I scourged the web and read some other’s interpretations which have been similar to my own. So I’ll give a short version below.

As for the meaning, well you’ve gotta dig deep for that. And quite frankly, it seems as if he is talking to himself. Almost a verbal altercation between maybe his personal demons.

Although some others thought that he was writing about a band member who was once straight-edge but eventually fell into the path of drugs and alcohol.

If anyone has another take on this, feel free to chime in. It’s nice to hear other people’s opinions on GJ’s music 🙂 Now without further delay, I give you the lyrics.

Oxycodone By GlassJaw

Yes we have the audio
Amassing barriers
I oughtta know
for I’ve taken pills until it’s aerial
and yes contest with the best monetary order
you get the daughter
you can murder it
if you’ve heard of it
or you’ve purchased it in the showroom
but that’s not part of it
or at least not part of the book ’cause I’ve read it
and as for the film I’ve seen it
oh and I mean it
I am the prodigal son of involuntary order
or shit I taught em
on a strange man from a strange land
near japan trots a dog of war
who is sorting overzealous razor-wire wristbands
and he’s the bees knees
and if he sneezed please oversee this slight oversight for which he’ll fight
granted tonight’s the night
and if you feel it well then alright

would i lie to you?
yeah i’d like to
over and over
over and over
stand there laughing
but what for?

conceptual continuity
driven stewardly
i’m through with thee
my focus on the parody is new to me
you’re digging holes like you’ve forgotten how to swim
and taking orders like you’re my daughter

i like the night if you like the night
i love the night if there’s a general on my right
boy what have you become? you’ve become undone
and boy I’ve been there
a coward in the face of what you stood for
i’m dirt poor and still I’ve stood more
cause tonight’s the night and if you feel it alright, well

would i lie to you?
yeah i’d like to
over and over
over and over
stand there laughing
but what for?
well…

i never eat the stomach, no
because you never know
what’s your prey’s prey and what’s its sign
astrological, anatomical, in the name of art
hosanna’s form
lipstick on the collar of a wed man
comical.
mystery travels in pairs
i ride sidecar
and i love company
and where is the daybreak from this date-rape?
please step back as i placate
history’s mystery fizzling sizzling shimmering glycerin glistening in the light
you’ll get your rocks off but you can’t stop girl tonight

would i lie to you?
yeah i’d like to
over and over
over and over
stand there laughing
but what for?

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?