Catamaran
Bear v.s Shark Lyrics
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Chomping bits on your way to the supermarket
Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage
Own the reason that we all are faking it
Scene two got an itchy feeling pets are trapped in
Give the voice a document to photograph those still life images
You can't make me talk, fire couldn't make me talk, is any, is any, is any...
They came in, they came in, through the window...
I waited around for this clock for these dirty words
Take hold of my tongue when you're pressing it down
Against the floor of my mouth there's a pulse in every drop of history
Space is allotted for the questioner
At small things, the smallest things that could ever be stolen
Briefcases hold a piece of this a broken arm, a ratchet hand
Move right to the bushes with a light bulb overhead
You can't make me talk, fire couldn't make me talk, is any, is any, is any...
You can't make me talk, fire couldn't make me talk
They came in, they came in, through the window...
Bury your knife, bury your knife...
The lyrics of the song “Catamaran” by Bear Vs. Shark are enigmatic and leave a lot of room for interpretation. The verses present a series of disconnected thoughts and images that suggest a wide range of meanings. The opening lines of the song describe a visceral and disturbing image of bones spread out on the dance floor, which creates a sense of danger and uncertainty. The next lines seem to confirm this sense of unease, with the image of someone chomping bits on their way to the supermarket, as if they were acting out of some kind of compulsion or madness.
The song proceeds with a series of other scattered images and ideas that are hard to piece together. The line “well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage” suggests a contrast between a public image of success and the private burdens that someone may carry. The line “scene two got an itchy feeling pets are trapped in” is particularly unsettling, as it suggests a scene of cruelty and confinement. The next lines mention photography and still life images, which may suggest a desire to capture these moments of violence and chaos in a way that can be understood or contained.
The chorus of the song, “You can't make me talk, fire couldn't make me talk,” adds to the sense of defiance and resistance that runs throughout the song. It suggests that the singer is unwilling to conform or be silenced, no matter what kind of force is being exerted upon them. The final lines of the song, “bury your knife,” may suggest a desire to escape or protect oneself from danger, but they also add to the overall feeling of ambiguity and confusion that characterizes the song.
Line by Line Meaning
Got your bones spread out on the dance floor
You're free and reckless, not bound by societal norms or conventions, expressing yourself without hesitation or inhibition.
Chomping bits on your way to the supermarket
You're hungry for life and taking it all in as you go, relishing every experience with gusto.
Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage
You carry with you the tools of your trade and the symbols of success, admired for your talents and accomplishments.
Own the reason that we all are faking it
You understand the game of life and the facades that people put up, seeing through the charades and embracing authenticity.
Scene two got an itchy feeling pets are trapped in
There's a sense of unease or discomfort, perhaps due to feeling trapped or confined like a caged pet in a theatrical production.
Give the voice a document to photograph those still life images
Capture the essence of existence in all its stillness and beauty through the power of words and art.
You can't make me talk, fire couldn't make me talk, is any, is any, is any...
I won't be silenced or coerced, even under the most intense pressure or threat of harm.
They came in, they came in, through the window...
An intruder or unwelcome guest has invaded my personal space, bringing with them chaos or danger.
I waited around for this clock for these dirty words
I've been biding my time, waiting for the right moment to unleash these provocative or controversial thoughts.
Take hold of my tongue when you're pressing it down
You have the power to silence me, but I won't let you stop me from expressing myself or speaking my mind.
Against the floor of my mouth there's a pulse in every drop of history
My words are infused with the weight of my personal and collective experiences, resonating with the stories of those who came before me.
Space is allotted for the questioner
There's room for inquiry and exploration, as long as we are willing to ask the right questions and challenge the status quo.
At small things, the smallest things that could ever be stolen
We often overlook the significance of seemingly insignificant objects or moments, which can hold great value or meaning if we take the time to appreciate them.
Briefcases hold a piece of this a broken arm, a ratchet hand
The objects we carry with us can reflect our wounds and flaws, but also our resilience and resourcefulness.
Move right to the bushes with a light bulb overhead
Navigate through the darkness with a guiding light, always seeking clarity and illumination even in the most obscure or uncertain situations.
Bury your knife, bury your knife...
Put away your weapon, your source of aggression or violence, and choose peace and understanding instead.
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Josh Homme, Mario Lalli, John M Garcia, Scott Reeder, Alfredo Hernandez
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@stratocaster1986able
This song is well respected and well received.
@pieater112
Most underrated band of all time.
@st00ben
Definitely one of the greatest indie bands of all time.
@OneNationUnderNerv
every morning when I wake up I start my day with a tall glass of this perfection
@gdwlwiffleball
I saw them about 5 years ago in Huntington, WV. Terrorhawk had just come out and they played for a little more than an hour. There were the most energetic live band I've ever seen. Marc would buzz around the room, touch everyone and stare you in the eye. His stare was unlike anything I'd ever seen in a performer. I had the Terrorhawk sticker on the back of my car. The rain and sun were making it peel. About 3 days after they broke up the sticker was gone.
@miketatum4934
Every time I hear that first riff, I know some rad/weird shit is about to happen. R.I.P. bvs
@zachryan6937
At the drive in made the recipe and bear vs shark baked the cake.
@giantrobot5804
mind = blown... never thought about that before.. 0.o alllll these years I never thought about that..
@julioboostamante1
So much fucking ye$$$$$$$
@the-bottom-of-a-black-hole-.
"bullshit. What have you written? Let me critique it."
,dan' (on topical physique)