Their style has been compared to a mixture of Tom Waits, Frank Zappa, and Captain Beefheart. Man Man is known for their distinctive live shows where the members of the band dress in white tennis outfits and don war paint. During their sets the band does not take breaks between songs in order to keep a constant energy level.
Man Man has released two LPs with Ace Fu Records: The Man in the Blue Turban With a Face (2004) and Six Demon Bag (2006). In November 2007 they signed with Anti- to release Rabbit Habits (2008). Their second Anti- release is titled Life Fantastic and was released in 2011.
Fangs
Man Man Lyrics
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The kind of love that won't leave her behind
She ends up feeling like some sort of shadow on the wall
Raised and braised on mysticism
Like Jesus flesh and cataclysmic
Punishment for following
The hunger her pleasure creates
She falls downstairs completely aware
It'll tarnish her beauty beyond all repair
The bruises that blossom remind her she's human
She hates that more than the fact
(So she)
She hides her fangs behind her back
She slips them in when no one's watching
Pretends to laugh
At the boxes she's been born in
She hides her fangs out in the open
Hoping somebody will steal them
And her
When she was young she held a fantasy
Of being the female Steve McQueen
Careening an ancient motorcycle
Through the throngs of those she hates
The spirit of sperm it haunts her thoughts
Like harnesses for golden swans
Her belly deserves a future much brighter
Than a hovel for a squatter
She chews her fingers down to the bone
Whenever she feels her life's out of control
She plays the piano, it sounds like tornadoes
But who will tell her the truth?
(I won't)
She hides her fangs behind her back
She slips them in when no one's watching
Pretends to laugh
At the boxes she's been born in
She hides her fangs out in the open
Hoping somebody will steal them
And her
Every time she tries to find
The kind of love that won't leave her behind
She ends up feeling like some sort of shadow on the wall
And I wish that I could provide
The kind of weapons money don't buy
Together we'd go hunting through
The hollows of our hearts
And kill the things that keep us down
And cut the strings to which our fears seem bound
You kiss the flicker of the flames that burn us out
From within
The song "Fangs" by Man Man is a hauntingly beautiful track that explores the hardships of searching for authentic love and identity in a society that tries to force conformity. The opening lines set the emotional tone for the rest of the song, as the singer discusses the struggles of a woman searching for love in a world that often leaves her feeling like a "shadow on the wall." The lyrics touch on themes of isolation, confusion, and the search for authenticity in a world that often demands conformity at the expense of self-expression.
Throughout the song, there are references to mysticism, religion, and even the 1960s counterculture icon Steve McQueen. These references help to create a sense of timelessness and universality to the themes of the song. The lyrics are deeply personal and introspective, and they create a powerful sense of connection between the singer and the listener.
The line "She hides her fangs behind her back" is particularly powerful, as it suggests that the woman is suppressing her true desires and identity in order to fit into societal expectations. The chorus reinforces this idea, with its repetition of the phrase "She hides her fangs out in the open, hoping somebody will steal them and her." This is a poignant reflection on the difficulty of being true to oneself in a world that often views difference with suspicion and hostility.
Overall, "Fangs" is a deeply moving and introspective song that speaks to the struggles we all face in our search for identity and authenticity in a world that often seeks to suppress these things.
Line by Line Meaning
And every time she tries to find
The kind of love that won't leave her behind
She ends up feeling like some sort of shadow on the wall
Despite her efforts to find true love, she never fully feels seen, heard, and valued. Her experiences leave her feeling unseen and unimportant
Raised and braised on mysticism
Like Jesus flesh and cataclysmic
Punishment for following
The hunger her pleasure creates
She was given an upbringing filled with mysticism, religious references, and punishment for pursuing her pleasures
She falls downstairs completely aware
It'll tarnish her beauty beyond all repair
The bruises that blossom remind her she's human
She hates that more than the fact
(So she)
She falls down the stairs and realizes her beauty will be negatively impacted. Even though bruises remind her that she's human, she doesn't like the idea of feeling vulnerable and weak
She hides her fangs behind her back
She slips them in when no one's watching
Pretends to laugh
At the boxes she's been born in
She hides her fangs out in the open
Hoping somebody will steal them
And her
She hides her true nature behind a facade to fit into societal norms, but secretly wishes that someone will come and embrace her unique and potentially dangerous aspects
When she was young she held a fantasy
Of being the female Steve McQueen
Careening an ancient motorcycle
Through the throngs of those she hates
As a child, she dreamed of embodying the bravado of a confident and rebellious figure and making a grand escape from those she dislikes
The spirit of sperm it haunts her thoughts
Like harnesses for golden swans
Her belly deserves a future much brighter
Than a hovel for a squatter
The idea of procreation haunts her constantly, and she feels that her bodily potential is being wasted by running away from her true self and settling in a lesser place
She chews her fingers down to the bone
Whenever she feels her life's out of control
She plays the piano, it sounds like tornadoes
But who will tell her the truth?
(I won't)
When she feels like her life is slipping away from her, she resorts to harmful habits, but music is a way for her to express the violent and conflicted emotions she experiences. She is afraid of hearing the honest truth about herself
Every time she tries to find
The kind of love that won't leave her behind
She ends up feeling like some sort of shadow on the wall
Her search for love is often disappointing, and she feels that she can never fully be herself in a relationship
And I wish that I could provide
The kind of weapons money don't buy
Together we'd go hunting through
The hollows of our hearts
And kill the things that keep us down
And cut the strings to which our fears seem bound
You kiss the flicker of the flames that burn us out
From within
The artist wishes they could offer something that transcends materialistic solutions to help her explore deeper aspects of herself and heal from her emotional wounds. They metaphorically reference their emotional journey as hunting, and they wish to work together to conquer their fears and vulnerabilities
Contributed by Nathaniel K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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And every time she tries to find
The kind of love that won't leave her behind
She ends up feeling like some sort of shadow on the wall
Raised and braised on mysticism
Like Jesus flesh and cataclysmic
Punishment for following
The hunger her pleasure creates
She falls downstairs completely aware
It'll tarnish her beauty beyond all repair
The bruises that blossom remind her she's human
She hates that more than the fact
(So she)
She hides her fangs behind her back
She slips them in when no one's watching
Pretends to laugh
At the boxes she's been born in
She hides her fangs out in the open
Hoping somebody will steal them
And her
When she was young she held a fantasy
Of being the female Steve McQueen
Careening an ancient motorcycle
Through the throngs of those she hates
The spirit of sperm it haunts her thoughts
Like harnesses for golden swans
Her belly deserves a future much brighter
Than a hovel for a squatter
She chews her fingers down to the bone
Whenever she feels her life's out of control
She plays the piano, it sounds like tornadoes
But who will tell her the truth?
(I won't)
She hides her fangs behind her back
She slips them in when no one's watching
Pretends to laugh
At the boxes she's been born in
She hides her fangs out in the open
Hoping somebody will steal them
And her
Every time she tries to find
The kind of love that won't leave her behind
She ends up feeling like some sort of shadow on the wall
And I wish that I could provide
The kind of weapons money don't buy
Together we'd go hunting through
The hollows of our hearts
And kill the things that keep us down
And cut the strings to which our fears seem bound
You kiss the flicker of the flames that burn us out
From within
Maddy Dineen
Man Man for life!
donamick
🤘😑🤘
SWEET
sarah fulton
Rip my baby 🖤 rip Emily mullen
Riley Weems
singer sounds like the singer from samiam and i can dig it