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that's what she said.
Posted on: Tuesday, July 21, 2009
And now, monsieurs and mademoiselles, for a special presentation.Posted at: 5:01 PM Yes, I, Christie Ng Kwee Sing... ...Shall attempt to write her own SongMeaning. Here, enlighten yourself: http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858709036/ I love that site. It's a unique idea and often clarifies songmeanings for me, does what it says :D But strangely enough, for the song Great White Whale, I didn't get a satisfactory meaning from the comments, and made up my own, and I'm pleased with my own. So I'll share it here, because I don't want to endure ridicule on that site like, 'man, that's a lame-ass interpretation.' ...Also because deep down I'm a selfish prick and adore secrets. Now, from a little bit of unintentional research, I learnt some about Moby Dick. I'm searching for the great white whale, strong and bold. Apparently, someone in that story went looking for a great while whale, so to speak. This is slightly reminiscent of the 'white elephant' adage, where a white elephant is a trophy, a prized possession, a special snowflake, something akin to a four-leaf-clover... And yet it's troublesome, does no work, gives you no benefit, and causes you more trouble instead. And I will grab him by his tail, and drag him home. I quote from said site, user trpowers:
Locked in a tower, he will sleep forever. Locked in a tower, I'll never be alone again. - I'm searching for that open field, vast and scorn. 'Open field,' to me, seems to represent the past, Down by the alder, we were wishing our hearts together. the what once was,Down by the alder, where you told me you'd never love another. the heavenly memories that you thought was a perfect love, but really isn't because there's no such thing . The animals are gathering to hunt me down, So what do you do when you've found your long ago faerietayle, just out of your grasp, believed to be 'the perfect love,' right under your fucking nose? To take revenge for kidnapping your gentle sound. ...you take it. Down to the river, in the current you start to shiver. - by force. Return to the river, with the howling of all the animals that needed you. and don't let it go. Down to the river, in the current you start to shiver. don't let it go even if it rots, because no, you can revive it! ... You can revive it by force! The flower was already half-dead before, (because unrequited love is a common thing you know), and when you tried to revive it by drowning it with too much water, with gentle affection turned rage and force... That's just a fail situation. And what do you want with a failed, wilted flower? You may have kept the corpse longer than you needed to, just for the sake of your pride, but now... Return to the river, with the howling of all the animals that needed you. What do you want with a dead thing that you once called love on your bloodied hands? In hunting and living, if you remember one thing, remember I needed you. Good riddance, dear rose, and I hope you had the time of your life. |
