The ba… Read Full Bio ↴Spike 1000 can be classified as nu-metal or modern hard rock.
The band formed in the early 1990's in Bakersfield, CA (the same hometown as Korn) and were forced to be patient as several bands around them grew and hit fame before they were even recognized.
Leading this modern band is the vocalist Shannon Harris; who can almost be mistaken as a male voice on the record. Bill Thompson plays guitar, "Mfat" pounds bass, and Jeff Jones is on drums.
After moving from Bakersfield to the San Francisco Bay Area, Spike 1000 sold their own five song demo CD at their own concerts, and finally in 2001 Columbia Records entered a deal with them and Spike 1000 released their debut album "Waste of Skin".
Manwhore
Spike 1000 Lyrics
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Want to wash me like I was stained
Would you first look at yourself
And ask that question?
There was something that came to my head
Something like I thought you were dead
Could it be I'd go to hell for thinking that?
Naked emotions spill through your eyes
Swallow your tongue, you're ready to cry
She becomes a machine at the moment of failure
And I'm on the edge
Little boy
You hide instead
Little boy
You ask me if I am real
And I'm left explaining your fucked up deal
Let me address the hate in your skin
Suddenly now you're dropping that grin
Let me tell you you're fighting me for no good reason
It seems like I've dissed you before
Easy enough for such a manwhore
You better run with your dick between your legs
And I'm on the edge
Little boy
You hide instead
Little boy
You ask me if I am real
And I'm left explaining your fucked up deal
And I feel no pain
Then you ask me if I am strange
Do you want to walk this way?
Did you ask me if I could play?
You punch me again and again
Like some sucker in a movie
I don't think you know what you're doing to me, man
You know what?
One of these days I'm gonna get up
And punch you in the fucking face
There was something that came to my head
Something like I thought you were dead
Could it be I'd go to hell for thinking that?
And I'm on the edge
Little boy
You hide instead
Little boy
You ask me if I am real
And I'm left explaining your fucked up deal
And I'm on the edge
Little boy
You hide instead
Little boy
You ask me if I am real
And I'm left explaining your fucked up deal
The lyrics of Spike 1000's song Manwhore delve into the complex dynamics of a dysfunctional relationship between two individuals. The singer seems to be in a constant state of emotional turmoil, with the other person being responsible for draining their energy and causing them to feel stained or dirty. However, the singer also questions themselves, wondering if they are capable of going to hell for their thoughts.
The tone of the song remains intense throughout, with the lyrics depicting the other person as a machine that breaks down at the moment of failure. The singer is left feeling confused and frustrated, with the other person constantly hiding instead of acknowledging their mistakes. The chorus repeats, with the singer being asked if they are real while they are left to explain the problems that the other person has created.
The song can be interpreted as a reflection on the power dynamics within relationships, with one person holding more control than the other. It also highlights the difficulty of trying to maintain a healthy relationship with someone who has different values and priorities. Ultimately, the song expresses the pain and frustration that comes from being with someone who perpetually lets you down.
Line by Line Meaning
If you start to make me feel drained
If you exhaust me emotionally
Want to wash me like I was stained
Want to clean me, as if I was dirty
Would you first look at yourself
Would you examine your behavior
And ask that question?
And ask yourself if you're really helping
There was something that came to my head
I had a thought
Something like I thought you were dead
Like I thought you had disappeared from my life
Could it be I'd go to hell for thinking that?
Is that thought so terrible?
Naked emotions spill through your eyes
You show your true feelings
Swallow your tongue, you're ready to cry
You're holding back tears
She becomes a machine at the moment of failure
You become robotic when things don't work out
And I'm on the edge
But I'm at my limit
Little boy
You're acting childish
You hide instead
You avoid confrontation
You ask me if I am real
You question my sincerity
And I'm left explaining your fucked up deal
And I have to justify your unreasonable behavior
Let me address the hate in your skin
Let me talk about the anger you carry
Suddenly now you're dropping that grin
Suddenly, your smile disappears
Let me tell you you're fighting me for no good reason
Let me explain that you're opposing me without cause
It seems like I've dissed you before
It appears as if I've insulted you in the past
Easy enough for such a manwhore
Easy enough for someone promiscuous
You better run with your dick between your legs
You better leave now, feeling emasculated
And I feel no pain
I'm not hurt by you
Then you ask me if I am strange
Then you question my normalcy
Do you want to walk this way?
Do you want to continue with me like this?
Did you ask me if I could play?
Did you ask me if I'm willing to engage?
You punch me again and again
You hit me repeatedly
Like some sucker in a movie
Like in a film, when a fool gets beaten up
I don't think you know what you're doing to me, man
I don't think you realize the effect you're having on me
You know what?
You know what I'm going to do?
One of these days I'm gonna get up
One day, I'll stand up to you
And punch you in the fucking face
And I'll hit you hard
Contributed by Sadie E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.