Rhinestone Eyes

Album: Plastic Beach (2010)
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  • I'm a scary gargoyle on a tower
    That you made with plastic power
    Your rhinestone eyes are like factories far away

    Where the paralytic dreams that we all seem to keep
    Drive on engines 'til they weep
    With future pixels in factories far away

    So call the mainland from the beach
    All parties now washed up in bleach
    The waves are rising for this time of year
    And nobody knows what to do with the heat
    Under sunshine pylons we'll meet while rain is falling like rhinestones from the sky

    I got a feeling now my heart is frozen
    All the verses and the corrosion
    Have been after native in my soul
    I prayed on the immovable
    Yeah, clinging to the atoms of rock
    Seasons the adjustments, signs of change
    I can't see now she said, "Taxi"
    Now that light is all I can take
    The storm bring strange loyalties and skies

    I'm a scary gargoyle on a tower
    That you made with plastic power
    Your rhinestone eyes are like factories far away
    (Here we go again)
    (That's electric)

    (That's electric)
    Helicopters fly over the beach
    Same time everyday, same routine
    Clear target in summer when skies are blue
    It's part of the noise when winter comes
    It reverberates in my lungs
    Nature's corrupted in factories far away (here we go again) (that's electric)

    Your love's like rhinestones, falling from the sky (that's electric)
    With future pixels in factories far away (that's electric)
    Your love's like rhinestones, falling from the sky (that's electric)
    With future pixels in factories far away (here we go again) Writer/s: Damon Albarn, Jamie Hewlett
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 3

  • Val. from None Of Your BusinessFirst of all, I agree with everything Stella said below, so check out her comment first. Next, I would like to add he could also be foreshadowing Government activity & Media centric modern day fears.

    "So Call The Mainland From The Beach, Part Is Now Washed Up In Bleach."

    "Helicopters Fly Over The Beach Same Time Every Day, Same Routine, Clear Targets in Summer, When Skies are Blue."

    "Waves are Rising For This Time of Year, No One Knows What To With The Heat-"
  • Megan from Stevenson, Alsweet!
  • Stella from Beverly Hills, CaWhat I got from this song, was that he was talking about all of these people, (I imagine girls), who are being fake. Like fake hair, nails, contacts. I think "rhinestones" are supposed to be false diamonds, like contacts are false eye color. And "nature's corrupted in factories far away" meaning these factories are mass producing these fake (not natural) products and people are using them!
    "Your love's like rhinestone's falling from the sky" probably means their love is as fake as rhinestones. I believe he's saying that they're also acting fake.
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