So three years later and it hits me, ruby bulbs…. Bulbs. The nervous system. The nervous system is referred to as some along the line of bulb. I just realigned my atlas vertebrae, by accident when I noticed a bone was completely to the left, and have been reading about molecular structure, also some other stuff that if I spoke about I would probably be, uhm judged. We are beautiful babies, filled with angels, the stars are emitting and I hear everything I can.
The song only makes sense to me, on a “logical” level, if it’s about that. I always thought it was beautiful, and I thought it was saying something very abstract and interpreted to help understand my own egoic sicknesses that I romanticized. I love you Jeff. Your name is popping every where. Different people, but with the same goal, just treading different paths.
My mother used to plant bulbs in the garden.. the thing about bulbs is unlike a normal flower, bulbs come back every year.. this song reminds me of what used to be her.. and so do those flowers that still remain..
I need to taste your voice in my mouth i need to taste your voice in the air i need to feel your skin against all that i reach out and feel your voice all over every where I need to taste your skin around the mail box and hold a post man in your smile I need to feel your lungs with small pox and fill the blow of a sick and distorted child beautiful baby, all filled with angels Beautiful baby, all filled with angels Beautiful baby all filled with angels beautiful baby, all filled with angels we are wrecking in your over we are swimming in your speakers we are sticky stuff all over coming out from all your features for free for free and i say i want inside because there is nothing on the surface but a hearse that holds the bad you and all your holes that hold no purpose for me for me smiles and over coats she said please stay a whille ice cream floats and dreams ...... and i will fill your heart with boats and belts and rings and candy apple everything bells and rings and candy apple everything .... trampoline, ... and bells and bouncing things and even the most silent will sing a song of love even the silent they will sing a song of love ..................
@@panscentralexpresspresents4733 I need to taste your voice in my mouth I need to taste your voice in the air And I need to feel your skin against all that I retch out And feel your voice all over everywhere I need to paste your skin around the mailbox And hold the postman in your smile I need to fill your lungs with smallpox And fill the glow of a sick and distorted life Beautiful baby All filled with angels Beautiful baby All filled with angels Beautiful baby All filled with angels Beautiful babies All filled with angels
@@ka-boom2083 I prefer to listen to the song and type them while it plays, even if some lyrics are wrong, they were a perception that I received when I first heard which was not influenced by any one else, so I like to see the discrepancies and try to figure out why I hear the things I do… kind of like “ you see what you want to see” I like to expose my beliefs and attachments that dictate how I perceive this world, because it says something about my fears and desires.
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this is the absolute best thing in the entire world and maybe in the entire universe
So three years later and it hits me, ruby bulbs…. Bulbs. The nervous system. The nervous system is referred to as some along the line of bulb.
I just realigned my atlas vertebrae, by accident when I noticed a bone was completely to the left, and have been reading about molecular structure, also some other stuff that if I spoke about I would probably be, uhm judged.
We are beautiful babies, filled with angels, the stars are emitting and I hear everything I can.
The song only makes sense to me, on a “logical” level, if it’s about that.
I always thought it was beautiful, and I thought it was saying something very abstract and interpreted to help understand my own egoic sicknesses that I romanticized.
I love you Jeff. Your name is popping every where. Different people, but with the same goal, just treading different paths.
My mother used to plant bulbs in the garden.. the thing about bulbs is unlike a normal flower, bulbs come back every year.. this song reminds me of what used to be her.. and so do those flowers that still remain..
Don't think so hard about it. Not everything in art needs a concrete meaning. I'm sure Jeff didn't think that hard about writing it.
The last 2 minutes of this album, starting at 7:50, is a fucking masterpiece. Who knew NMH were a post rock band?
“Even the most silent will sing a song of love” gets me every time
There's so much hidden nmh shit to be found, God bless the internet
Thanks. This version doesn’t sound deep fried.
Yeah, I was really surprised considering it's from a live show.
I heard this for the 1st time today on spotify. I'm very happy to know that this isn't supposed to sound like hot Crisco in my ears.
the quality of the other recordings ruined one of my fav NMH songs; thank you ✌️
any idea when this one might've been recorded?
April 12th 1998
@@meistermilk4027 missed it by that much
@@dinkus4727 4 days earlier and it would’ve been the April 8th…
I need to taste your voice in my mouth
i need to taste your voice in the air
i need to feel your skin against all that i reach out
and feel your voice all over every where
I need to taste your skin around the mail box
and hold a post man in your smile
I need to feel your lungs with small pox
and fill the blow of a sick and distorted child
beautiful baby, all filled with angels
Beautiful baby, all filled with angels
Beautiful baby all filled with angels
beautiful baby, all filled with angels
we are wrecking in your over
we are swimming in your speakers
we are sticky stuff all over
coming out from all your features
for free for free
and i say i want inside because there is nothing on the surface
but a hearse that holds the bad you and all your holes that hold no purpose
for me for me
smiles and over coats she said please stay a whille ice cream floats and dreams ......
and i will fill your heart with boats and belts and rings and candy apple everything bells and rings and candy apple everything
.... trampoline, ... and bells and bouncing things
and even the most silent will sing a song of love
even the silent they will sing a song of love ..................
You got a bunch wrong
@@ka-boom2083 could you also post a comment with the lyrics too then?
@@panscentralexpresspresents4733 It’s really not hard to go on google and copy paste the actual correct lyrics… I did it in like 5 seconds.
@@panscentralexpresspresents4733 I need to taste your voice in my mouth
I need to taste your voice in the air
And I need to feel your skin against all that I retch out
And feel your voice all over everywhere
I need to paste your skin around the mailbox
And hold the postman in your smile
I need to fill your lungs with smallpox
And fill the glow of a sick and distorted life
Beautiful baby
All filled with angels
Beautiful baby
All filled with angels
Beautiful baby
All filled with angels
Beautiful babies
All filled with angels
@@ka-boom2083 I prefer to listen to the song and type them while it plays, even if some lyrics are wrong, they were a perception that I received when I first heard which was not influenced by any one else, so I like to see the discrepancies and try to figure out why I hear the things I do… kind of like “ you see what you want to see”
I like to expose my beliefs and attachments that dictate how I perceive this world, because it says something about my fears and desires.
All your holes that hold no purpose… for me.
But it hurts to have to guide you..