Discography:
1999 - The Burial Plot Bidding War (EP)
2001 - Last Night In Town
2003 - Hot Damn!
2005 - Gutter Phenomenon
2007 - The Big Dirty
2009 - New Junk Aesthetic
2012 - Ex Lives
2014 - From Parts Unknown
2016 - Low Teens
2021 - Radical
Final Lineup
Keith Buckley: Vocals
Jordan Buckley: Guitar
Andy Williams: Guitar
Stephen Miccichie: Bass
Clayton “Goose” Holyoak: Drums
Guitarred and Feathered
Every Time I Die Lyrics
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The situation demands that we raise our glasses
I honor of the spokesman we've fixated to the floor.
Give us your headlines, hymns, and your saddest verse.
You're not partnered with the half hearted anymore.
Our legs are spread wide open.
Our weary heads are splitting at the seams
And we all know your proficient in the idioms of grief.
Which only the petrified can speak.
Concede him the microphone let him sing the triumphs
Of the frauds to all his loyal sycofanatics.
We all cater to the fire once the walls come rushing down for shame.
I can say it better than you felt it.
And I can be it bigger than you needed it.
I haven't spent a day of my life apart
From the one everyone's read about.
I'll spark de-evolution.
I was specially bred for the cover page of your magazines.
I've been fattened up for the guillotines.
Sweet talker, you're goddamn right I'm a blessed lamb.
I can show you how to have a good time.
I know why you came here, but neither of us
Will get what you want out of me.
This room has one too many laureates so I'm keeping my peace.
Every candidate ends his life with a cliche,
And the paths of glory lead to nowhere but the grave.
I've been spoiled rotten.
Every thought I've authored has curdled.
Not everything is poetry but I can't convince you of that.
I've been drawn and quartered.
I've been twice picked over.
And it's sickening what you've come here today to celebrate.
Fuck yea we're gonna party tonight.
I am capable of the kind of love about
Which only the intoxicated and the California bound can weep.
The lyrics of "Guitarred and Feathered" by Every Time I Die showcase a very vivid, intense, and complex message about the music industry, their place in the business, and their perspective on other artists. Throughout the song, the band talks about the situation at hand as "cause for celebration" and "raise our glasses," but also asserts that they are not "partnered with the half-hearted anymore." They explain how the industry has led them to spread their legs wide open, and their weary heads are splitting at the seams. However, they recognize that they are "proficient in the idioms of grief" and have the ability to love in ways that only the petrified can speak.
The latter half of the song becomes more personal and introspective, focusing more on the band's personal experiences. Every Time I Die asserts that they are capable of sparking "de-evolution" and were bred for the cover page of magazines. They explain that they have been "spoiled rotten" and the paths of glory only lead to the grave. While acknowledging their own talents and expertise, they are critical of the music industry and the way it celebrates the artist. The song ends by recognizing that not everyone at the party will get what they want out of them.
Line by Line Meaning
This is a cause for celebration here in the belly of the swarm.
We're in a tough situation, but we're celebrating anyways.
The situation demands that we raise our glasses In honor of the spokesman we've fixated to the floor.
We're saluting someone who's drowned.
Give us your headlines, hymns, and your saddest verse.
We want everything you've got.
You're not partnered with the half-hearted anymore.
We're not settling for less.
Our legs are spread wide open.
We're ready to receive.
Our weary heads are splitting at the seams And we all know your proficient in the idioms of grief.
We're exhausted and you're an expert in sadness.
We are capable of the kind of love about Which only the petrified can speak.
We can love so hard, only scared people know how.
Concede him the microphone let him sing the triumphs Of the frauds to all his loyal sycophants.
Let the liar speak and his followers will listen.
We all cater to the fire once the walls come rushing down for shame.
We all collapse when everything falls apart.
I can say it better than you felt it. And I can be it bigger than you needed it.
I can amplify your emotions.
I haven't spent a day of my life apart From the one everyone's read about.
I'm always in the public eye.
I'll spark de-evolution. I was specially bred for the cover page of your magazines.
I bring out the worst in people, and I was created for publicity.
I've been fattened up for the guillotines.
I'm being prepared for my downfall.
Sweet talker, you're goddamn right I'm a blessed lamb.
I know I'm lucky, but I have a dark side.
I can show you how to have a good time. I know why you came here, but neither of us Will get what you want out of me.
I can entertain you, but you won't get what you want from me.
This room has one too many laureates so I'm keeping my peace.
I won't speak up in a room full of winners.
Every candidate ends his life with a cliche, And the paths of glory lead to nowhere but the grave.
Everyone falls into the same trap of cliches and success only leads to death.
I've been spoiled rotten. Every thought I've authored has curdled.
I've been indulged and my thoughts have turned sour.
Not everything is poetry but I can't convince you of that.
I know not everything is beautiful, but you won't believe me.
I've been drawn and quartered. I've been twice picked over. And it's sickening what you've come here today to celebrate.
I've been criticized and dissected multiple times and it's disgusting that you're celebrating my pain.
Fuck yea we're gonna party tonight.
We're gonna have fun regardless of the situation.
I am capable of the kind of love about Which only the intoxicated and the California bound can weep.
I can love so deeply, only those who are drunk or in California can understand.
Lyrics © SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: BUCKLEY, NOVAC, WILLIAMS
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