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Post by Meghan on Mar 5, 2007 10:16:33 GMT -5
okay, maybe it's just me because i love poetry and singing along with music, but does anyone else find anne elephant's elusive muffled words frustrating at times? i like the song and everything and i was just curious if anyone would like to post up their ideas of what could be possible verses for the song. hopefully two ears are better than one (i can use this phrase because i am deaf in my right ear lol) over on facebook i heard a pretty good one: i ticked and i tocked til i couldn't talk no morejohn rob pretty much won't tell anybody nor does the rest of the band even know what the lyrics are. he told me he's embarrassed of them because he wrote them in high school. mind you, i did put up a very good argument so he eventually resorted to a new approach "people tend to hear only what they want to hear, so i want for people to make up their own lyrics for the song" blah blah blah, i was mad and can't remember his quote exactly lol so then i tried offering him $100, which also didn't work -meg p.s. i don't even think the words, whatever they may be, are even similar in this live video to the actual recording, i can't even pick up much english in it www.youtube.com/watch?v=WafGMyYOeq0
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Post by Nick on Mar 5, 2007 10:45:46 GMT -5
maybe he wants to be like Sigur Ros and sing in his own made up language...
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Post by saellys on Mar 5, 2007 15:14:02 GMT -5
Hopelandic is so much easier than writing real words...
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Post by ifr on Mar 5, 2007 19:25:04 GMT -5
I love Sigur Ros... If saw them in Boston last year, and if I could just see Boris my life would be complete.
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Post by walden on Mar 8, 2007 3:20:57 GMT -5
i dig and i dug till i couldn't dug no more.
eh, it's as good as anyone's guess.
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Post by shawnfenn on Mar 31, 2007 9:45:12 GMT -5
I am fairly certain at some point we hear...
"Can't we all just get along..."
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Post by pistight on Apr 18, 2007 11:26:52 GMT -5
i dig and i dug till i couldn't dug no more.
Yeah i think walden is right
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Post by liambf on Jun 19, 2007 15:19:28 GMT -5
i've got this deciphered, very incomplete and probably inaccurate
somebody swished, we hadn't fathered so we put into a bottle it's more parchment tide we had to renew this quite come close with it or loving breathing pattern being scribbled out like pansy through a sand so i dig and i dug until i couldn't dug no more i had beach cuts often children like a scone and i have a sterile mound without need not gather pompous
all around
i don't care she, i don't care she
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Post by saellys on Jun 20, 2007 9:51:28 GMT -5
I think this little exercise has shown us that no matter what the real lyrics actually are, they probably make absolutely no sense.
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Post by liambf on Jun 20, 2007 11:02:31 GMT -5
sterile mound is a pretty awesome phrase
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Post by atfeh on Oct 30, 2007 13:07:06 GMT -5
Tonight I switched it out of all The silly burden to a bottle This approach makes it harder to bare To being cruel is what conclusively corrode the ingredient pattern Being swiveled mad like (?cancer?) over a time So I ( ), and I talk Till I couldn't talk no more I have preached outside the Treblinka in snow And now, there are nouns Without needing my better tongue Like a preacher out in Congo Without a song Aaah Aaah Okey I'm gonna get you I'm gonna get you, baaby I don't get you I'm gonna get you, baby Leave me alone You do-on't welcome me Thinkin' of me dead Baby, you doooooon't't't't Da Da Da Ah Ah Aaahh du du duu ah ah ahh All around Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh ah ah ahh I won't let go thinkin' about about me me
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Post by atfeh on Nov 2, 2007 10:14:26 GMT -5
After listening to it again... this came out.. Tom might have switched it out of all They sew a burden to a bottle This approach makes it harder to bare Tom being cruel is quite conclusively for a degraded pattern Being swiveled mad like (?cancer?) over time So I do, and I die Till I couldn't talk no more I have preached outside the Treblinka in snow And now, there are nouns Without needing my better tongue Like a preacher out in Congo Without a so~ wrong oh oh okey
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Post by ray m. on Mar 28, 2008 16:09:37 GMT -5
Sorry for bringing this board up, I know its old, but I gotta say I feel like I am going to like the song a lot more if I don't know the lyrics so I am not going to read any of the decipherings. It find it creepy that the song is like muffled and the only part you can make out is "I'm gonna get you."
creeeeeeeeepy.
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Post by sandman on Mar 30, 2008 17:10:51 GMT -5
any ideas on the origin of the title?
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Post by ray m. on Mar 31, 2008 19:03:13 GMT -5
I know that, the one that wrote it was coked out in his friends bathroom and saw a painting that had "an elephant" on it. "An elephant" became "Anne Elephant".
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Post by yourmother on Mar 31, 2008 19:52:44 GMT -5
Hey kid, you don't wanna go around spreading rumors like that. Besides, I've heard at least 5 different stories about where the band's name came from. I bet that the lyrics change just as much as the story of how they were written
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Post by saellys on Apr 3, 2008 0:30:08 GMT -5
I've heard corroborating stories from reliable sources about the bathroom and the painting, but not the coked out part.
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Post by pioneer76 on May 18, 2009 17:57:05 GMT -5
Anne Elephant (my lyrical and phonetic interpretation)
Somebody's wish I had it baller So we put into a bottle This small punch meant tide and baaaaand 'Til we notice quite conclusively, a rotten greeting letter It was scribbled out on hands of wood and saaaand
So I tick, and I tock, 'Til I couldn't talk no more. I have bleach cuts I've been shortening Out in this caaaalm
And a large, metal mound without heat and I gather conflict I'm your prisoner of incompetence That soooong (All right)
(Multiple Vocal Tracks mixed)
I'm going to get you, I'm going to get you, baby.
(*whispering*) One day you're on, You don't know it, But I grow raving for you to Baby, you do
Ahhh, ahh, I..... (Mixed vocal tracks and snippets until the end of the song)
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Post by newfnut on May 22, 2009 19:05:47 GMT -5
Out of the hundreds of times that I've listened to this song, I have never been able to decide if the words are actually English. This is my guess:
To my just wish we hadn't bothered, So we put into a bottle, A small parchment tied with a band
Time Lord is quite complacently arriving breathing pattern, Being scribbled out by hands I know of sand
So I dig, And I dug, Until I couldn't talk no more, I have reached cuts of in shortening, God and tome,
And voweled to get a noun, Without hate and I gather a comet, I'm your prisoner of impoverishment, Without time, I'm alright
(I have no idea what goes on here.)
I don't get you, I don't get you, Anne
I don't get you, I don't get you, Anne
Only alone, You don't know what it's like, Or maybe you do
Baby, you do Ooh ohh Ahh ahhh ahh ahhh
It's alright, I'm a little boy, Ohhhhh
I want your love, And I cannot have it.
I have resigned myself to the fact that Anne Elephant is a song can only be fully appreciated in silence.
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Post by chord on Jan 10, 2010 18:35:49 GMT -5
someone has switched it out of all this so we put into a bottle a small parchment tied with a band
til we noticed quite conclusively a raw ingredient pattern being scribbled out like hands were in the sand\
so i did, and i dug, until i couldn't talk no more i have reached god's often troubling kind of stone and then pound these little mounds without needin' no kettle drum if i'm your prisoner of intolerance, that is alright.
uploaded them to songmeanings I think i'm pretty close
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