Sons and Daughters were an indie rock band which formed in 2001 in Glasgow,… Read Full Bio ↴Sons and Daughters were an indie rock band which formed in 2001 in Glasgow, Scotland. The band consisted of Adele Bethel (vocals, guitar), Scott Paterson (vocals, guitar), Ailidh Lennon (bass, keyboards, mandolin) and David Gow (drums). The band released three albums: "The Repulsion Box" (2005),"This Gift" (2008) and "Mirror Mirror" (2011).

Their third album, Mirror Mirror, was released on Domino on June 13th via a short trailer directed by long time collaborator Blair Young. Mirror Mirror was produced by JD Twitch of Optimo and mixed by Gareth Jones.

Sons and Daughters announced their split via Facebook on November 2nd, 2012.

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Rose Red
Sons and Daughters Lyrics

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Played you like an organ in a granite chamber
We're under the dance hall styles of fashion girl savior
No one's around, you're not a face to remember
You're too twisted and sick, on the last of December

Ooh
Ooh

Well then they got mad, he said he's danced with dead
Oh, come follow, follow me, he says, "Keep my rose red"
It was a long time ago, men liked murder for the pure
I've left no trace, try to find me, I'm cocksure

I go with a best friend, shot her past through the floor
So let's beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more
I go with a best friend, shot her past through the floor
Yeah, let's beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more

Deep within the granite chamber
We're under dance hall styles of fashion savior
No one's around, a face to remember
So twisted and so sick, the last of December

Ooh
Ooh

Well then they got mad, he said he's danced with dead
Oh, come follow, follow me, he says, "Keep my rose red"
It was a long time ago, men liked murder for the pure
I've left no trace, try to find me, I'm cocksure

I go with a best friend, shot her past through the floor
So let's beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more
I go with a best friend, shot her past through the floor
Yeah, let's beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more

Ooh
Ooh

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Sons and Daughters' "Rose Red" seem to revolve around a dark and twisted tale of murder and obsession. The opening lines suggest a sense of manipulation, with the singer having played their subject "like an organ in a granite chamber." The imagery of a granite chamber further implies a sense of cold and unfeeling manipulation, while the reference to dance hall styles of fashion adds an element of glamor or artifice to the scene.

As the song continues, the singer seems to be addressing their victim directly, describing them as "too twisted and sick" and ultimately not worth remembering. The lyrics then take a more chilling turn as the singer references murder, with the line "men liked murder for the pure" suggesting a sense of violence or chaos for its own sake. The chorus repeats the haunting phrase "keep my rose red," seemingly a reference to the "pure" murder mentioned earlier.

Overall, the lyrics of "Rose Red" create a dark and unsettling atmosphere, with references to murder, manipulation, and obsession. The song seems to paint a picture of a disturbed individual driven by a desire for control and power, and the haunting refrain of "keep my rose red" lingers long after the song has ended.

Line by Line Meaning

Played you like an organ in a granite chamber
I manipulated you like an instrument in a cold, unfeeling place.

We're under the dance hall styles of fashion girl savior
We are influenced by societal expectations and trends, particularly around the image of a perfect woman.

No one's around, you're not a face to remember
We are alone and your presence is insignificant and easily forgettable.

You're too twisted and sick, on the last of December
You are mentally unstable and unwell, particularly around the end of the year.

Well then they got mad, he said he's danced with dead
Things became chaotic when he boasted about dancing with ghosts.

Oh, come follow, follow me, he says, "Keep my rose red"
He beckons for people to join him in his twisted lifestyle and to preserve his bloodied rose.

It was a long time ago, men liked murder for the pure
In the past, murderers committed crimes for the sake of pure malice and enjoyment.

I've left no trace, try to find me, I'm cocksure
I covered my tracks so well that even if you try to find me, you will not succeed, and I am overconfident in my ability to escape punishment.

I go with a best friend, shot her past through the floor
I killed my best friend and hid the evidence by dumping her body beneath the floorboards.

So let's beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more
Let's continue creating music that glamorizes and celebrates acts of violence and encourage consumers to crave more.

Yeah, let's beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more
Reiterating the previous line, calling for the repetition of glorifying these troubling themes.

Deep within the granite chamber
Inside the cold, unfeeling walls of this chamber.

We're under dance hall styles of fashion savior
We are still being influenced by societal standards and trends, particularly around the ideal image of femininity.

No one's around, a face to remember
We are still alone and your presence remains insignificant and forgettable.

So twisted and so sick, the last of December
As the year comes to a close, your mental instability only amplifies.

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