This is forever.


So I finally got the real, physical copy of Say Anything's new self-titled album! The only thing I need now are the B-sides. I don't feel bad about downloading those, because I bought the album! I just couldn't pre-order it. Anyway, this entire entry is going to be dedicated to deciphering the songs. It's going to be impossible for me to get all of it, or even most of it. But it's what I've got so far. I'm going to be typing out all the lyrics from the little booklet, so yes they're correct.


Fed to Death
There was a man from Allentown, who fed his son to death
He calmly watched him gorge himself until his final breath
And there he stood surprised and shocked above his tiny frame
He said "I bear no blame for this, I only share his name!"

There was a man from Nazareth the fools at war pervert
They forged an image of his flesh to brand on mugs and t-shirts
They say one day he'll spring to life to smile and clear your name
So nail yourself upon the cross and hang your head in shame forever
This is forever
This is one of the easier ones to get. It's all religion. People use religion as a fail-safe for doing things they know they shouldn't, because "he'll spring to life to smile and clear your name." They also use religion for commercialism. Pretty much religion is good, but some people take advantage of it.

Hate Everyone

I'm not going to post the lyrics for this because it's really easy to get, just from the chorus. Max has already tweeted the correct lyrics too. I just want to point out that while this song is fun and bouncy, it's still not about fun things. It's still about hating everyone, but at the end he says he's a humanist. So even though he hates everyone, he still believes that they can do better. Haha, yeah I did a fun little pun in that last sentence.

Do Better

Life is not a spark in space, an episode of Will and Grace
Controversial, yet mundane
Deborah's Messing with your brain
Even scienologists know there's more to all of this
You search the ruins for trap doors
Wonder what you're put here for

Simple as a hint of gas, climbing nostrils as you pass
Making Harvard graduates feel childish when they laugh at it
Climb the rungs to kingdom come, sour patch to acid tongue
Are you opposed to having fun? You clench the world between your buns

You could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world

Your life is always the post of something else
Where is the present in the way that you present yourself?
It's disgusting how little you try: the existential equivalent of pink eye
Drink alone and watch TV, you're expecting harmonies
To tap your tune with silver spoons, anthem of impending doom

Guiding Satan's steady hand, forcing beatles to disband
It's ego freaks and drama queens
The young at heart know what I mean

You could do better than that, you're a fraud
Thank God you learned to keep your shirt on

You'd burn so brightly in the dark
We could do better
We could be the greatest band in the world
This is one of my favorite songs on the record. That doesn't mean it's a million times better than the rest though, because this record makes it really hard to have a favorite. The whole gist of the song is in the chorus, you can always do better. Some of the lines in this are awesome though. "Deborah's messing with your brain." Debra Messing plays Grace in Will and Grace. Word play! Life is "controversial yet mundane" because everyone argues what life is about, but yet everyone is alive (mundane). The first two lines in the 2nd verse are easy, but I don't get the second two yet. Existentialism is pretty much that everyone's life has it's one specific meaning and purpose. Pink eye has no purpose. Ahhhh, get it!?! I really like "guiding Satan's steady hand, forcing beatles to disband..." part, even though it's really easy to decipher. The end is saying that even they could do a lot better.

Less Cute
Never thought that I could feel such a slap in the face
Since my semester in New York where I drank it away
Social strategies are taught to bohemian crowds
and my love was like a food stamp, handing it out
Oh though I fell in love with you, all fey and grizzled and mature
You left me broken, pining, whining, on your bathroom floor.
If it makes you jealous tell us which boy we should adore
Only talk about myself, so I don't mind that he's a bore

He's like a less cute version of you, but he'll have to do
He's like a Walmart version of you, but he'll have to do

Mountain man! Brag about your band to me!
You've got me hot with all those snide remarks about my poetry
But he gobbles up every single line about the stars
And how they scar my slightly chubby arm, like brightly lit cigars
So now he's next to me, but I can feel you in my heart
You're everything. You're everything he'll never be
It's misery. And more specifically I miss that day you spit on me

He's got no inkling of your status or mind
He's just the glue that I splatter to bind
You and I like siamese twins,
So let this sick, sad game begin

Now you're here again and he will wonder where I've been
I'm giving in, but in my own opinion it's how to be
Though I can hear him singing:
"All this envy's killing me, it's killing me."
And every time I see your face I die inside
First thing, this is in the girls perspective. Obviously I think. First verse is her being a whore in college, because she wants to find love. When she finally thinks she finds it, he owns her. The chorus is her being with a guy after him. Even though he may (or may not, it doesn't say) treat her better, she still pines for the douche. Second verse is him being a douche some more. He brags about his awesome band and makes fun of her poetry. She brags about knowing (or having sex with, these two lines are hard) rock stars, and he likes that about her. The last two lines reiterate that she loves and misses him even though he treats her bad. The bridge is her explaining that the new guy isn't as good as the douche. The last verse is the bad guy coming back, and envying the new guy. The last line can either be interpreted as her giving in to the bad dude and going back to him or her finally leaving him forever. Not sure.

Eloise

Max has already posted the lyrics to this as well, so I won't contribute to the longness of the blog with them. This is the turning point of the album (the previous songs, were about the same girl in IDOTG). He is a girls messiah, turning her problems around, but still has to leave her. On further thought he realizes she was never that much to him, and tells her to let go. "So beautiful, the ugliness within you." Her flaws are what attracted him in the first place. "Just a bloody band-aid" and "just a couple of stupid kids throwing the ball back and forth, just to see who drops it first." show that they were only hiding each others pains. All-in-all it's a mature song about realizing when to let go.

Mara and Me

The lyrics for this song have been posted by Max as well. The beginning is him saying that there are much, much worse things going on in the world than your girlfriend breaking up or cheating on you. Yet bands (Kings of Leon) still stick to only writing about that. Then he goes on to say that he's not much worse because he lives his life through a lens of angst and hopelessness. No matter what he does (claim revolutionary, give to charity) everyone will know it's just a cover or excuse for him living like that. Then he almost breaks down realizing how bad what he's doing is, and in comes the spoken word part.
Wait a second, I can't sing the same damn song over and over again.
He tells himself that he can't define himself through destructive emotional vices and shunning everyone else. He can't give up this new state of mind, even if for one second he doesn't believe it. The end is telling everyone else to join him.

Crush'd
Too easy and this is getting long. If you don't know what this song is about, you're probably mildly retarded or deaf

She Wont Follow You

Thought I was alone in my utter disgust
Until the old me started to bleed and we became us
Lust and mistrust in their social halitosis
Combust to form stardust burning nuclear gust
Who sets presidents up to farm oil?
It's the pigs who's tails curve out to a pointed coil
If you want to know more then mark yes at the end of your test
In response to your call of distress, we're the best!

Meet me in the back room
I'll tell you everything
Just run away with me, just lay with me
They say rebellion exists in despair
In their ironic facial hair, the devil may or may not care
I saw the look she gave to Mr. Cred
She said: "Don't let that blow go to your head"
She took my hand instead

There's nothing like the brain of a beautiful girl
When it grasps the fallacy of the world
We're in the back room, back to back
Breathing hard, reading the file on your heart they sought to defile
She won't follow you
This is, for me, the hardest one on the album. I think the beginning "thought I was alone...old me started to bleed and we became us." Is about him going back to his old ways a little and his wife copying him. I can't really pinpoint every thing that leads me to think it's about people (and/or people in the music scene?) trying to ruin his relationship, but for some reason that's what it seems like. "reading the file on your heart they sought to defile", "I saw the look she gave...(all the way to) she took my hand instead." Mr. Cred, could be his credibility and her telling him it's alright. Her looking at his heart, and seeing that it's good even though people are trying to defile it. She won't follow you could literally mean YOU. Everyone that listens to it. She won't listen to the bad things you say about him.

Cemetery

There's a cemetery deep below the sea
There the space is reserved for fools like me
I tried to kill myself at least a dozen times
But nothing seemed to turn out right
Now I'd rather wait a half a century
Soiling the bed all belligerent and wrinkly
Even when I go blind and lose my mind
And nothing seems to turn out right
Something's got to turn out right

If you want then when we die
We'll ascend to some play way up high
At the gates they'll show you through
If they ask me, I'm with you
You're in my body, That's where I think about you

There's no one who imagines like you
So convinced there's somewhere that we go to
Not a first class trip to the abyss
Tell me, do you still feel this?

As I drown in lakes of fire
I will call your name as I expire
It's the last thing I will I do
I will tell them I'm with you

Falling asleep at the wheel
As I approach that cliff, I'm starting to feel
If you could wake me up with only your touch
Then I could die with you and life would be enough

And I'll face the one who made
My disgusting heart from a lump of clay
Should he ask what got me through;
If he asks me it was you
I think this one is pretty easy, even though a lot of people are going to skip over a lot of the meaning. It's about love and religion. He lost his faith in himself, but his wife restored it along with a whole new religious spirituality. When he faces God, he'll tell him that his wife got him through everything. That's pretty much it for that one.

Property

Max has posted the lyrics for this one too. It's really easy to get, but you have to try to decide whether or not it's sarcasm. People always stupidly agree with what The Futile says, when it's really 100% sarcasm. I'm pretty sure this one is too. He's not going to treat his wife like property. Easy.

Death for my Birthday

Let me guide you through the story of a boy and his curse
Tine diamond in a stroller with his first step chasing the hearse
Sipping at a cup that's halfway filled
But looking forward to the day he pays that drinking bill
There's no peace, there's no quiet on this earth
but he could find it nestled tightly in that womb beneath the dirt
Hurt no more. When he turned 24
He wrote to nail to God's front door that said:

I want death for my birthday in the worst way
Don't get me wrong because I love live, but life has a boyfriend
Bless my soul I'm out to destroy them.

He found a high paying job and the love of his life
He rode a roller coaster ride of lust on their wedding night
They made a baby in unmentionable ways
He was ungrateful as a man could be on that blessed day
and underneath he though "This is all a phase
Just a blip in the existence of a structure vast and great"
Prayed each night to his cross of charm
For the one thing he couldn't afford: just to buy the farm

"I'll never lose another friend again
Or watch them fight a war that's fought for ideals that are dead
I'll never have an argument again
Because my dust will be your salt
My blood will hydrate you all
My heart will be your meal
and I won't ride the cycle of the way it kills to think and feel"
"No more"

One sweet day his heart ceased to beat
He fell so fast beneath all our feet through bugs and snakes
Last words he had to say were:
"Help me claw my way to the surface
Oh, sweet Lord you know I deserve this
Just one more. Just one more birthday."
In one sentence this song is about the beauty of life, whether or not you can see it. In the beginning he's telling God he wants death because he has everything, and he may enjoy it, but that's not enough. Then he notices everything important in life and says that he'll never go back to thinking that his life is in vain. At the end as he's dying he tells God that he deserves to live because he found out how great and important life is.

Young Dumb and Stung

Don't care what you think, you think I care?
You humans can't see why pretty music came to be
I see where you stand, I'm standing here
So count the fuse flaming with me. One. Two. Three.
Yeah, you won't be stopping me yet
I thought I was covered in sweat, fast asleep in the bed you wet

I'm young. I'm dumb. I'm stung
You bet I'm in it
You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby

Don't care what you think, you think I care
I'll call you Richard, if you will, you bag of swill
Define your spine; you're standing in line
Death is a crutch for me and mine. We're singing:
Yeah, you think you know me so well
Yeah, you'd think I purchase what you sell
Yeah pickled in your private hell. I will scream and I will yell

When I was ten years young, my douche best friend
Decided that I was just not cool enough for him
My awkward frame, and bucktooth grin
were no accoutrements for one with new skin
Well late last week I saw that man
He was far to high to grasp that I shook his hand
I've got my pride and my rock band
Singing words that he don't understand:
Young. Dumb. Stung
This one is also one of the harder ones to get. I think most of it is about the music scene. He's saying he doesn't care what everyone else thinks about his music, even though they think he does. He won't "purchase what you see" or take the advice of other people on what to do with his music. The last verse is about a kid who shunned him, but he got his revenge in meeting him years later when he's a burnout and Max has a huge rock band. I think It's pretty much about how he's proud of his band and how they do things.

Ahhh...men
Staring out the window of our tour bus
And it's just the horny driver and us
We sit and trade wit and smoke and we cuss
Talking about our friendly border drug bust

And I know the future's cloudy and grey
Record like mine, give up or go gay
You're looking down on me with blue and black eyes
Pissing down a storm from purple night skies

And I know the concepts muddy and trite
That all that is large and all that is slight
Is flowing in the stream of holy floodlights
At writing holy book, lord knows we bite

But if this is your will and my testament
I will bow in no belief that they bent
Still I'm just a sperm begat from your love
Basking in the bread and the blood of your dove

Can I lie with you in your grave?

There' s a crack in the edge of the end of the world
Where I will sit with my love in it's fluorescent swirl
Eat us up, break it down to the tiniest cell
In our room with a view and a window to hell
Where those who buried bodies in their barrel of fun
Will be marched through museums that display what they've done
Shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin
Where we'll reluctantly let them in

Can I lie with you in your grave?
Yeaaah, the awesome closer. This song is definitely the hardest to get. Everything I'm going to say about it is tentative. I think the first verse is about the evils of touring. The "writing holy books..." part is about, back to Fed to Death, how man ruins religion through writing our own holy books. The end intense part is a little easier. :"Those who buried bodies..." and onward is I think about the evils of the world and we use them as an example so they don't happen again. They have halocaust museums that display what they've done. But I can't be positive. This one is going to take me a while...

2 comments:

Cameron said...


I just want to acknowledge that I read this and appreciate that you took the time to write all that. That is all. Haha.

Dylan said...


Haha, thank you. I was waiting for some kind of comment.