Dragon
Lou Leed & Metallica Lyrics
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Love for you is no beginning
You're not really there
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
I understand you think you're above it
The adolescent sense of the sky
The feeling of billowing heartbeats
The fingertips run through your hair
They run through your hair
Hallucination
Hallucination
Oh you think you're so special
That there's no law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
We're mere mortals below
Fingertips run through your hair
We are mere mortals below
Are meant to be peons
Are meant to be servants
Are meant to be dismissible objects
One fucks with
One fucks with
Poor pitiful creature
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every minuscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot's idiocy
My, my caring for you
Caring for you
Do you think we're a book
Some kind of a table
You can rest your feet on when you're able
Red star of idiocy
An idiot's idiocy
My caring for you
Poor pitiful creature
To notice the pining
The self deprivation
The self flagellation of you
Dear worshipers
We do like you regal
We do like you haughty
We do love to look upon your perfect body
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
The taste of your vulva and everything on it
We all really love you
And you have no meaning
You don't even see us
You were never caring
You go do what you do
You do it for you
No one exists with you
You're way above caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Thinking of you
Is another way of dying
Is another way of dying
I'm clawing your chest
'Til your collarbone bleeds
Piercing your nipples 'til I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
Way above caring
Way above caring
And your Kotex jukebox
Your Kotex jukebox
I'm doomed, I'm swearing
Waiting for you
In your high heels and nightie
Your leather dress squeaking
Latex now sweating, waiting for you
In your tincture
Your opium white bathrobe
Your white tiles run red now
Are we both dead now?
The liquid exchange of our heart
The liquid exchange of our heart
Are we both dead now?
You're way above caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot's idiocy
My caring
My caring for you
My caring for you
You're way beyond caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot's idiocy
My caring for you
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Because thinking of you
Is another way of dying
You're way above caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
You poor pitiful creature
The mistake of feeling
The one who rejects you is the winner,
It's true
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every minuscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot's idiocy
Your heart on your fuckin' sleeve
My caring for you
We were meant to be peons
We're meant to be peons
Mere mortals below
Meant to be servants
Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with
Oh, oh, oh you're so special
No law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
The fingertips run through your hair
A billowing heart beats
Feeling
Feeling
What a glorious feeling
To be so rejected
So rejected
An idiot's idiocy
My caring for you
You think I'm a book or a table
You can rest your fuckin' feet on
When you're able
The taste of your vulva, everything on it
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
We love you regal
We love you haughty
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Caring
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oblivious to caring
Are we really dead now?
Are we both dead now?
The lyrics of this song showcase a relationship that is filled with disillusionment and a lack of genuine connection. The singer expresses their frustration and disappointment with someone who appears to be emotionally distant and unresponsive. They describe this person as a hallucination, symbolizing their belief that their love and presence are not truly acknowledged or valued.
The singer acknowledges the subject's sense of superiority and arrogance, believing that they consider themselves above the emotions and vulnerabilities of others. They express their admiration for this person's physical attributes but also highlight the feeling of being insignificant and disposable in their presence. The repeated mention of "fingertips running through your hair" suggests an intimate yet superficial connection, emphasizing the themes of objectification and the power dynamics at play.
The lyrics further explore the self-destructive nature of caring for someone who does not reciprocate those feelings. The singer describes themselves as a pitiful creature, pining and engaging in self-deprivation and self-flagellation because of their love for this person. They recognize the futility and pain of waiting for someone who is indifferent to their presence, even equating it to a form of emotional death.
In the later verses, the lyrics take on a darker and more violent tone. The imagery becomes intense and aggressive, suggesting the singer's frustration and anger. The lines about clawing chests, biting, and scratching imply a desire for control and dominance over the person they once cared for. However, it is important to note that these violent expressions are metaphorical and symbolize the singer's internal turmoil rather than actual physical harm.
The lyrics conclude with a final plea for the subject's attention, emphasizing the singer's continued caring despite the indifference shown by the other person. The repetition of "oblivious to caring" highlights the disconnect between the emotions invested by the singer and the subject's lack of awareness or acknowledgment. The final question, "Are we really dead now?," suggests the emotional toll this one-sided relationship has taken and the possibility that the singer's spirit may have been broken by the constant rejection and indifference they have faced.
Line by Line Meaning
You don't actually care
Your lack of genuine concern
Love for you is no beginning
Your love lacks any true starting point
You're not really there
Your presence is merely an illusion
Hallucination
A distorted perception
I thought you were listening
I believed you were paying attention
I understand you think you're above it
You believe you are superior to it
The adolescent sense of the sky
The naive perception of the sky
The feeling of billowing heartbeats
The sensation of strong, powerful heartbeats
The fingertips run through your hair
Caressing your hair with fingertips
Oh you think you're so special
You believe you are exceptionally unique
That there's no law meant for you
That you are exempt from any rules or regulations
You come and go like the goddess you are
You enter and leave like a divine being
We're mere mortals below
We are insignificant humans beneath you
Are meant to be peons
We are intended to be lowly servants
Are meant to be servants
We are meant to serve you
Are meant to be dismissible objects
We are intended to be easily disregarded
One fucks with
One manipulates or plays with
Poor pitiful creature
A wretched and pathetic being
The winner in heartbreak
The victor when it comes to causing emotional pain
The winner in caring
The triumphant one when it comes to showing care
The winner in every minuscule method of wearing
The successful one in every small way of displaying emotions
Your heart on your sleeve
Publicly showing your emotions
A red star of idiocy
A symbol of foolishness
An idiot's idiocy
The foolishness of a fool
My, my caring for you
My own affection towards you
Do you think we're a book
Do you consider us as an object
Some kind of a table
Like a piece of furniture
You can rest your feet on when you're able
Where you can take advantage of us when convenient
Red star of idiocy
The foolishness symbolized by a red star
An idiot's idiocy
The foolishness displayed by a fool
My caring for you
My affection towards you
To notice the pining
To recognize the longing
The self deprivation
The act of denying oneself
The self flagellation of you
The self-inflicted suffering you endure
Dear worshipers
Beloved devotees
We do like you regal
We admire your royal demeanor
We do like you haughty
We appreciate your arrogant attitude
We do love to look upon your perfect body
We deeply enjoy gazing at your flawless physique
The hair on your shoulders
Your shoulder-length hair
The smell of your armpit
The scent of your underarm
The taste of your vulva and everything on it
The flavor of your genitals and everything associated with it
We all really love you
We all truly adore you
And you have no meaning
Yet you lack any significance
You don't even see us
You don't acknowledge our existence
You were never caring
You never showed any concern
You go do what you do
You continue with your actions
You do it for you
You act solely for your own benefit
No one exists with you
No one accompanies you
You're way above caring
You surpass the need for concern
Leave a trail upon the wake
Create a mark in your path
That no one ever tries to take
That no one dares to follow
Because waiting for you
Because anticipating your presence
Thinking of you
Mentally reflecting on you
Is another way of dying
Is a form of emotional demise
I'm clawing your chest
I'm digging my nails into your chest
'Til your collarbone bleeds
Until your collarbone starts to bleed
Piercing your nipples 'til I bite them off
Penetrating your nipples until I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
I scratch your face and sink my teeth into your shoulders
Way above caring
Far beyond showing concern
And your Kotex jukebox
And your feminine hygiene product jukebox
I'm doomed, I'm swearing
I am condemned, I am cursing
Waiting for you
Anticipating your arrival or presence
In your high heels and nightie
While you wear high heels and a nightgown
Your leather dress squeaking
The sound of your squeaking leather dress
Latex now sweating, waiting for you
Latex now perspiring, impatiently waiting for you
In your tincture
In your scented potion
Your opium white bathrobe
Your bathrobe the color of opium
Your white tiles run red now
Your once-white tiles are now stained with red
Are we both dead now?
Are we both deceased at this point?
The liquid exchange of our heart
The emotional connection and sharing between us
Are we both dead now?
Have we both ceased to exist now?
Your heart on your sleeve
Publicly displaying your emotions
A red star of idiocy
A symbol of foolishness
An idiot's idiocy
The foolishness of a fool
Your heart on your fuckin' sleeve
Your emotions blatantly displayed
My caring for you
My affection towards you
We were meant to be peons
We were destined to be lowly individuals
We're meant to be peons
We are supposed to be insignificant beings
Mere mortals below
We are merely ordinary humans beneath you
Meant to be servants
Intended to serve you
Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with
Intended to be easily manipulated individuals
Oh, oh, oh you're so special
Oh, oh, oh, you believe you are incredibly unique
No law meant for you
No rules apply to you
You come and go like the goddess you are
You enter and leave with the grace of a goddess
The fingertips run through your hair
Caressing your hair with gentle touches
A billowing heart beats
A heart that pulsates heavily
Feeling
Experiencing emotions intensely
What a glorious feeling
An incredibly wonderful sensation
To be so rejected
To experience such strong rejection
An idiot's idiocy
The foolishness of a fool
My caring for you
My affection towards you
You think I'm a book or a table
You believe I am simply an object
You can rest your fuckin' feet on
You can use me as a footrest
When you're able
At your convenience
The taste of your vulva, everything on it
The flavor of your genitals and everything associated with it
The hair on your shoulders
Your shoulder-length hair
The smell of your armpit
The scent of your underarm
We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
We genuinely adore looking at your flawless physique
We love you regal
We admire your regal nature
We love you haughty
We appreciate your haughty attitude
Oblivious to caring
Unaware of the concept of showing concern
Caring
The act of showing concern
Oh my dear
Oh my beloved
Oblivious to caring
Unaware of the concept of showing concern
Are we really dead now?
Have we truly ceased to exist?
Are we both dead now?
Have both of us perished?
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: KIRK HAMMETT, JAMES HETFIELD, LOU REED, ROBERT TRUJILLO, LARS ULRICH
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@deimosrock4415
Man this is avant garde, it's a master piece. Not for the masses.
@infectedvoice4670
Thankfully.
@MichaelDFox
Imagine if this was your introduction to Metallica.
@estromberg5153
Ngl I've only heard a couple of Metallica songs before so lulu has been my main introduction lmao
@millershredz2044
@E Stromberg yeah. this is fucking garbage. the riffs are wasted with a guy like this
@HeavyRaiden
@E Stromberg Please check out Master Of Puppets and Ride The Lightning. You'll get it then.
@oscarbrittingham-detxemend396
@Rippy No Cap metallica was beyond lucky to play with someone as cool as lou reed lmao
@Samford_
@Oscar Brittingham-Detxemendy sure but lulu is still hot fucking garbage
@alejandroserrano7755
This album truly is some abstract stuff. Two styles that clash hard and makes for an uncomfortable experience. Which I think its the purpose of the album. Even the artwork makes you feel like that. Props to Metallica for making such a artsy album given their fame and status.
@johnnymoon
I never thot about it like that. It’s weird because I hated this album when I first hear about it, but as the years go on I’m starting to appreciate it.