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1, C.V.I. stands for "Compulsive Vulvolatric Intruders". The band is from Belo Horizonte (MG), Brazil, formed in 1999. The style is some sick grindcore and death metal, played by Dr. BoreWorm, Lord Tanaga and Vaginal Butcher.
Pulse
C.V.I. Lyrics
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For homes, for homes
It's not an area, it's not an area
For homes or passersby
It feels uncomfortable, it feels uncomfortable
To sleep, to sleep
It's not unreasonable as cunning aerials deplete
Helas! The trees are withering
Beneath the ground where people fall
It feels unreal to start again
Like pulses and rain
It's not unreasonable to feel so vulnerable
It's not an area that finds me audible
Helas! nobody can find you
Underneath the seasons nobody can hear you
And everything you do
It's all so incomprehensible
It seemed so real oh
Helas! The trees are withering
Beneath the ground where people fall
It feels unreal to start again
Like pulses and rain
The lyrics to C.V.I.'s song "Pulse" are packed with meaning and metaphor. At its core, the song is about feeling alienated and vulnerable in an area that is inhospitable and disconnected. The repeated line "It's not an area, it's not an area, for homes or passersby" emphasizes this feeling of being out of place and unwanted. The singer feels uncomfortable even sleeping there, and the "cunning aerials" that "deplete in space and sound" add to the sense of unease and strangeness.
The chorus brings up images of nature in distress, with "the trees withering beneath the ground where people fall." This could represent the singer's own sense of decay and despair, as well as a larger societal problem. The idea of starting again "like pulses and rain" suggests rebirth and renewal, but it also implies a constant cycle of destruction and creation.
Line by Line Meaning
It's not an area, it's not an area
This place is not meant for human habitation or passing by.
For homes, for homes
No one can build homes in this area.
It feels uncomfortable, it feels uncomfortable
The atmosphere of this place doesn't feel comfortable.
To sleep, to sleep
It's difficult to sleep in this area.
It's not unreasonable as cunning aerials deplete
The energy and sound waves in this area are being drained by smart antennas.
In space and sound
The energy in this area is tied to the space and sound waves around it.
Helas! The trees are withering
Sadly, the trees in this area are drying up and dying.
Beneath the ground where people fall
This is where people have fallen and been buried underground.
It feels unreal to start again
Starting over in this area feels like an unreal or dreamlike experience.
Like pulses and rain
New life feels like the natural rhythms of pulses and rain.
It's not unreasonable to feel so vulnerable
It's understandable to feel vulnerable in this area.
It's not an area that finds me audible
This area doesn't recognize my voice or presence.
Helas! nobody can find you
Sadly, no one can find you in this area.
Underneath the seasons nobody can hear you
No one can hear you or your voice under the seasons of this area.
And everything you do
No matter what you do, you won't be noticed in this area.
It's all so incomprehensible
All of this is difficult to understand or make sense of.
It seemed so real oh
It appeared real at one point, but now it seems like an illusion.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Christopher Duncan
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