Public Embarrassment Blues
Silver Arrows and Bitter Longings: Angels of Light's Poetic Tale
Lyrics
Bring your silver arrows,
Inviting the listener to bring their metaphorical weapons or criticisms.
Bring your tender and scented white breast.
Asking for the listener's vulnerability and purity.
Bring the coldest blue eyes in this world,
Desiring the listener's emotionally distant and cold gaze.
Bring the taste of liquor and cigarettes.
Requesting the taste of vices like alcohol and cigarettes.
Bring your voice that cracks and glitters,
Asking for the listener's voice, which is both fragile and captivating.
Bring the love I'm pathetic to crave.
Expressing a longing for a love that is deemed pathetic but still craved.
Bring me one more night long and bitter,
Desiring one more night of bitter experiences.
Bring me the face of the woman I hate,
Seeking the face of a woman the speaker harbors hatred for.
Then put on your clothes and go home
Suggesting a temporary, physical connection, followed by a request to leave.
Just leave me alone
Emphasizing the desire for solitude after the encounter.
This bed was warmed by your shadow,
Referencing the remnants of a past relationship in the shared space.
And my fingers still trace the lines where we layed.
Highlighting the tactile memories of where both individuals laid together.
Now my thinking's distorted and is shallow,
Expressing distorted and shallow thinking due to emotional turmoil.
Twisting the knife in the idiot face of my rage.
Metaphorically twisting a knife in the face of the speaker's anger.
Bring your torn and scattered pictures,
Requesting tangible reminders of the past, like torn pictures.
Bring the sweat and the stink of your love.
Asking for the physical sensations associated with love.
Bring the whispering words I thought that I heard,
Desiring clarification on ambiguous or whispered words.
Bring me the wound with no healing or cause...
Requesting a wound that lacks healing or a clear cause.
Bring me the tongue that you put in my mouth,
Symbolizing a desire for the words spoken in the past, represented by the tongue.
And bring the pain and the junk in my lungs.
Asking for the physical and emotional pain associated with the relationship.
Tell me you love me but not very much
Seeking love but with a hint of detachment or limitation.
Don't bother with reasons, just go
Advising the listener to leave without providing reasons.
Just leave me alone
Reiterating the desire for solitude after the encounter.
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