Очередная песня, которая влезла мне под кожу, принесла туда ещё и свои собственные пули.
впечатлительным дальше не читатьПосле пулемётной очереди и слов, что они ловят пули не только зубами, но и головами, сердцами и самыми тёмными частичками себя, пули начинают вылезать из-под кожи, её разрывая... А вот куплет про потерю друзей, вкус воздуха в лёгких и мольбы к богу, в которого ты не веришь, заставляет новообразовавшиеся раны кровоточить, равно как и финальное на-на-на. Причём, на-на-на рвёт очень сильно.
Возможно, данная песня вызывает у меня ощущение того, что все люди на земле - это всего лишь говорящие мешки с мясом. И что бы мы не делали, чем бы ни были увлечены, какие бы мечты не имели, что бы не чувствовали, в каких бы богов не верили, мы - просто мясо. И мы обречены. Хотя песня не о том и символична, но всё равно такие ассоциации вызывает.
А вот наиболее понравившаяся интерпретация песни от носителя языка:
I think this song is about how we can sometimes savor emotional pain. Like when we discuss our deepest secrets and feelings or even when a friend dies, there is somthing 'sweet' in that depth of emotion. It is dangerous, like catching bullets in your teeth, and you can even go so far as inflicting pain on yourself to get at your innermost emotions, but there is light in all that darkness that's inside you and we want to get at it, sometimes at any cost. "We're happy, and then again we're not." There is a touch of irony in the song, like the singer isn't sure that they are right in enjoying the pain, so he is trying to justify it. I don't really get the part about 'and now we don't remember'. Maybe just that we don't remember how badly we can hurt, so we do it all over again.текст песни
Green hills and enemies
These things, they make us sentimental inside
Your words are gelignite
Or just another sentimental aside
We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though it's easy if you know how it's done
They split the secret up six ways
Before they gave it to us just before dawn
And now we don't remember
Our blood and guts are out
We spread our bones across the table at night
We cut our fingers off
To give ourselves those little extra insights
We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though they try hard not to say how it's done
They always do
They spill the secret out six ways
And beg for our forgiveness just before dawn
And now we don't remember
We're catching bullets in our teeth
It's hard to do, but they taste sweet
And if they take a couple out, we try to work things out
We're catching bullets with our heads and hearts
And all the darkest parts of us
It's strange to find such light in such endless night
So sweet to lose a friend
You leave the church and taste the air in your lungs
Old lies and fireflies
Carve angels on your eyes, and all is undone
You whisper prayers into the dark
Up to a god in whom you've never believed
You always do
You split the secret up six ways
But it won't make it any easier to see
And now we don't remember
We're catching bullets in our teeth
It's hard to do, but they're so sweet
And if they take a couple out, we try to work things out
We're catching bullets with our heads and hearts
And all the darkest parts of us
It's strange to find such light in such endless night
We're catching bullets in our backs
We sent the undertaker back
Into the garden, in the drought to try to work things out
We're catching bullets with the best resources that we've got
We're happy, then again we're not
We shout through the endless doubt
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