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The band consists of 3 guys: one on the piano, one on drums and one screaming.
A trio that cannot be pigeonholed. Three sitting musicians. A pianist whose notes flow like lifeblood. A drummer whose nerves strike the beat as if today was the last day to live. And a singer whose brain is sentenced to overflow without respite... Sometimes violent, sometimes soothing, always redeeming, never free. Three different pieces of the human being finding their souls and leaving all these modern sacrificed landscapes far behind. Bass and guitar are left aside to create a brand new musical horizon : an unhappy medium between Chopin, Nirvana, Danny Elfman and Envy, somewhere in Alaska.
T. Piano
Y. Drums
M. Yelling
Anchorage
My Own Private Alaska Lyrics
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Burn
Bold
Bored
Of watching the same movie
In my head
I remember me in that room,
Waiting for minutes,
Waiting for hours,
Waiting for days
Waiting for a miracle
To wake up from this nightmare.
Never stopping to say: it's not possible,
It's not possible, it's not my life.
Please take it and give it to the garbage truck.
Please take this life
And flush it in the toilets.
Throw it into the ocean. Burn it all.
Bury it six feet under.
Give it to your worst enemy.
Give my life to your worst enemy. Oh no...
Give my life
To your worst enemy.
I remember me under this public bench
Like a tramp like a motherfuckin' tramp.
Drinking alcohol and alcohol.
Eating pills and pills.
Mixing it. Feeling my mind going crazy.
Just to forget. I remember the cold.
I remember the piss.
I just earned about your crimes
And just wanted to die.
Not even to kill you...
Not yet. I just wanted to die,
And you were laughing.
Drinking for other reasons.
I remember what you never saw.
What you'll never see.
What you'll never remember.
What you never saw.
What you'll never see.
What you'll never remember...
Then I wanted to kill.
I wanted to kill you.
I wanted to kill them.
I wanted to kill the earth,
And after to kill me.
I got the picture of you naked.
I got the picture of you sucking cocks.
I got the picture of you with all theses bastards...
I got the picture of you asking my friends to fuck.
I got the picture of you lying to me.
I got no more pictures of you now...
No more pictures
No more
Bye
I know I didn't say it
Burn
First and last goodbye
Bold
Of having wanted to kill you
Bored
Of watching the same movie
In my head
So now thank you
Thank you so much bastards
All the cum you sent on her face
Was the fuel I need to reach Anchorage
The song "Anchorage" by My Own Private Alaska is a powerful and emotional song that expresses the pain and desperation of a person who has experienced deep betrayal and anguish. The lyrics convey the singer's desire to escape from the torment of their thoughts and memories, to forget and to start anew. The repetition of the lines "Bye, burn, bold, bored of watching the same movie in my head" suggests the feeling of being stuck in a loop and unable to move forward.
The singer remembers being in a dark place, waiting for a miracle to save them from their nightmare. They express their disgust with their life, asking for it to be taken away and destroyed. They admit to turning to drugs and alcohol to numb their pain and forget their reality. The lyrics reveal the singer's resentment and desire for revenge toward someone who has wronged them. They want to kill and destroy everything, including themselves.
The song ends with a twist. The singer thanks the people who have hurt them and used them in the past, saying that the "cum you sent on her face" was the fuel they needed to reach Anchorage, suggesting that their suffering has led them to a place of strength and healing. The lyrics are a raw and honest expression of pain and resilience that will resonate with many listeners.
Line by Line Meaning
Bye
Departing or leaving
Burn
Eradicate or eliminate
Bold
Fearless and daring
Bored
Tired and uninterested
Of watching the same movie
In my head
Tired of reliving the same painful memories and experiences in my mind
I remember me in that room,
Recalling a time when I was trapped and desperate
Waiting for the sleep to come,
Hoping to escape reality through unconsciousness
Waiting for minutes,
Passing time with no end in sight
Waiting for hours,
Passing time with no end in sight
Waiting for days
Waiting for a miracle
Desperately hoping for something to change
To wake up from this nightmare.
Wanting to escape from the horror of reality
Never stopping to say: it's not possible,
Continuing to hope when there is no hope left
It's not possible, it's not my life.
Refusing to accept reality
Please take it and give it to the garbage truck.
Willing to throw everything away
Please take this life
And flush it in the toilets.
Willing to destroy everything I have
Throw it into the ocean. Burn it all.
Destroying everything in a violent way
Bury it six feet under.
Give it to your worst enemy.
Willing to dispose of everything in any way possible
Give my life to your worst enemy. Oh no...
Regretting what I've said
I remember me under this public bench
Like a tramp like a motherfuckin' tramp.
Recalling a time of desperation and self-hatred
Drinking alcohol and alcohol.
Eating pills and pills.
Self-destructive behavior
Mixing it. Feeling my mind going crazy.
Experiencing the effects of addiction
Just to forget. I remember the cold.
I remember the piss.
Using substances to escape reality and recalling the unpleasant conditions
I just earned about your crimes
And just wanted to die.
Discovering something terrible and feeling overwhelmed
Not even to kill you...
Not yet. I just wanted to die,
And you were laughing.
Realizing the desire for violence and revenge but feeling powerless
Drinking for other reasons.
Drinking for something other than self-destruction
I remember what you never saw.
What you'll never see.
What you'll never remember.
Recalling things that remain unknown to others
Then I wanted to kill.
I wanted to kill you.
I wanted to kill them.
I wanted to kill the earth,
And after to kill me.
Feeling overwhelmed by anger and a desire for destruction
I got the picture of you naked.
I got the picture of you sucking cocks.
I got the picture of you with all theses bastards...
I got the picture of you asking my friends to fuck.
I got the picture of you lying to me.
Discovering disturbing information and feeling violated
I got no more pictures of you now...
No more pictures
No more
Feeling empty and hopeless
So now thank you
Thank you so much bastards
All the cum you sent on her face
Was the fuel I need to reach Anchorage
Achieving something despite the pain and difficulty, and acknowledging the unpleasant role others had in it
Contributed by Keira W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.