Dance Party
Femme Fatale Lyrics


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You've got a razor blade
I've got a stereo
Put on your favorite clothes
We'll have a dance party
I'm sick of being beaten
You're sick of being hurt
Let's dance our lives away
We'll dance our lives away
Oh, fuck, we're dancing
Yeah, yeah, we're dancing
Blood on your favorite clothes
Blood on the stereo
No one can hurt us when we're dead
First we were wearing white
Now all our clothes are dead
We fall back on the floor
This is my favorite song
This is my favorite song
This is my
Oh, fuck, we're dancing
Yeah, yeah, we're dancing
Blood on your favorite clothes
Blood on the stereo
Oh, fuck, we're dancing
Yeah, yeah, we're dancing
Blood on your favorite clothes
Blood on the stereo
I, take, your, hand
We fall back on the floor




This is my favorite song
This is my

Overall Meaning

interpretation of Femme Fatale's song Dance Party is that it is a dark and twisted love story. Two individuals who have faced pain and violence in their lives find solace in each other's company on the dance floor. The references to a razor blade and blood on their clothes suggests that these characters are already emotionally and perhaps physically scarred. However, despite their wounds, they find a moment of happiness in dancing to their favorite song. The repeated chorus of "Oh, fuck, we're dancing" feels like a release for them, a moment of defiance against the pain they have faced. They seem to find comfort in knowing that no one can hurt them anymore once they are dead. The final lines of the song are particularly poignant, as they suggest that the character's favorite song is a reflection of their shared experiences and connection.


Line by Line Meaning

You've got a razor blade
Acknowledging the presence of a dangerous object and setting the tone for a potentially reckless night


I've got a stereo
Asserting control over the environment by providing the means for music and setting the pace for the night


Put on your favorite clothes
Encouraging individual expression and setting the tone for a night of uninhibited fun


We'll have a dance party
Declaring the purpose of the night and emphasizing the importance of dancing as an escape from life's problems


I'm sick of being beaten
Acknowledging past trauma and experiences of abuse, and expressing a desire to move past them


You're sick of being hurt
Acknowledging the shared experiences of pain and trauma between the singer and their companion


Let's dance our lives away
Embracing the night as a way to leave behind the hurts and struggles of daily life


We'll dance our lives away
Repeating the idea of dancing as a way to escape and let go


Oh, fuck, we're dancing
Reacting to the excitement and energy of the moment, acknowledging that the night is taking on a life of its own


Yeah, yeah, we're dancing
Affirming the joy and sense of freedom that comes with dancing into the night


Blood on your favorite clothes
Acknowledging the possible consequences of reckless behavior and embracing them as a symbol of the night's intensity


Blood on the stereo
Extending the metaphor of reckless behavior to the music itself, suggesting that the night is taking on a life of its own


No one can hurt us when we're dead
Expressing a darkly humorous sentiment that acknowledges the unpredictability of life and the desire to live fully in the present


First we were wearing white
Recalling a different time and a different state of mind, setting up a contrast between the past and present


Now all our clothes are dead
Extending the metaphor of blood on clothes and suggesting a transformation in identity or mindset


We fall back on the floor
Reinforcing the intensity and physicality of the dancing, and perhaps suggesting that the night has taken its toll


This is my favorite song
Acknowledging the power of music to shape our moods and experiences, and perhaps suggesting that the artist finds comfort in familiarity


I, take, your, hand
Suggesting intimacy and connection between the singer and their companion, and perhaps hinting at the possibility of romance




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Comments from YouTube:

eggy !!

And so we get in the car,
And drive across the city,
Someplace we've all been before
Hoping for something good

We walk up to the door
The bouncer pats us down
He doesn't notice the knife
And then we're hit with the sound
Where did these assholes come from?
And when they look around,
Are they as sick as I am?
Or are they filled with joy I've never found?

The music's loud enough to keep my mind from thinking
I'm in my own little world,
Kill time untill it's time to go

The whole ride home i'm only waiting to set foot inside my room,
The only place where i'm the only one who dissapoints me.

The whole ride home i'm only waiting to set foot inside my room,
The only place where i'm the only one who dissapoints me.

occulthands

this is the best band ever

Whymebro2000

I agree!

Waxlimbs

Ugh so good

ScotchRobbins

I want another record so badly. This is what noise rock is about.

Whymebro2000

Noise rock rocks!

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