#lyrical comparison

[barbieriz]

So don't leave me

Nobody else is here

Stay close

And we'll dance into the fire

_______________________________

Until we dance into the fire

That fatal kiss is all we need

Dance into the fire

To fatal sounds of broken dreams

Dance into the fire

That fatal kiss is all we need

Dance into the fire

Stay Close (Yukihiro Takahashi/Steve Jansen)

A View To A Kill (Duran Duran)

[lynnbecks-mainblog]

I'm bored, so here's a brief lyrical comparison between two of The Stupendium's songs.

Ok so basically two* of his songs include references to the song All Things Bright And Beautiful, in opposite contexts; in A Matter Of Factories, a song based on the game Satisfactory written from the perspective of a corrupt CEO rationalising the profit-driven destruction of a planet to an employee...

All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, Will be scanned and logged and processed for the shareholder's bankroll!

... and in These Hallowed wings, a song about the museum from Animal Crossing New Horizons:

Yes all things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, Are collated and notated and displayed within our halls!

Now, what's notable is that A Matter Of Factories predates These Hallowed Wings by almost a year, so it's reasonable to assume that it's a deliberate call-back. However, what I don't understand is why Build A Zoo didn't also include its own version of the line, other than the fact that Hallowed Wings' version kinda works with Build A Zoo's premise.

Anyway the point is, subscribe to The Stupendium and listen to Vending Machine Of Love.

*(as far as I know)

[keeptheairalive]

Quiet Desperation (Lyrical Transcription)

Main Transcriptions: | Speak To Me | When the Words Won’t Come | Waiting In The Night |

Other Transcriptions: | - |

Audio

(Note: I will not be using a regular scripted format, as there is only one vocalist. I will, however, bold any lyrics that are different from the final version of this song, Waiting In The Night. I will also be doing a follow up post that goes more in-depth and analytical about the changes.)

Quietly we’re taught, to listen and resign. And Quiet Desperation is our birthright, yours and mine.

And quietly the voice of expectation drowns the dream. And quiet desperation chokes our soul so we can’t scream.

‘Till were tearing at the seam, waiting...

Quietly we learn,  that life is just not fair. And quiet desperation turns to silence and despair.

And quietly we ask ourselves, “How could he choose that way?” While quiet desperation draws us further everyday,

From the things we want to say...

And we’re waiting for a voice. Waiting for the voice, to call us home to your embrace. And it doesn’t take an angel or some minister of grace. All it takes, is someone who is saying.

I hear you... I am here (x2)

Something else is said, then the phone goes dead...

And quietly it ends, before it gets to start. And quietly the center fails, and things all fall apart...

And quietly we hide our guilt, each twinge and every pain

And quietly our lives end with a whimper, not a bang!

And quietly we ask what songs he might’ve sang...

And we’re waiting for a voice... (Waiting for the voice) Waiting for a voice, to call us home to your embrace And it doesn’t take an angel Or some ministers of grace (Or some ministers of grace)

All it takes, is someone who is saying...

...

I’m sorry, Malcolm...