All's I wanna know, Is how far you wanna go, Fighting for survival. Underneath the stars, Where we parked the cars, Ain't showing signs of stopping. Pretty little girls, Naked to their curls, Ready to lay in a coffin. If you wanna go, I'm gonna go, I gotta fire burning. Go on take my hand, When we see the man, Baby's gonna be a big one. Baby's gonna be a big one.
Biblical Magi - Wikipedia
In this song, Caleb is reminiscing on his younger days in Nashville Down South. From the first verse, he's saying that in those years he spent down South you had to fight for survival. In the second verse, he goes into deeper detail of life down South. He shares us with one of his memories of him and the bands journey to get to the top, "underneath the stars, where we parked the cars 'aint showing signs of stopping. Pretty little girls, naked to their curls ready to lay in a coffin". When the band first started off they used to play in strip clubs in the night. We can pretty much tell were it goes from here with, "Naked to their curls ready to lay in a coffin".
Freddie Mercury, at Live Aid, Wembley Stadium, The package, the parcel, the meat house, the fruit basket, the lunchbox, or just plain old junk - call it what you will but the bulging male crotch has a long and noble history in popular music. Generations of hormonal girls and even some boys have long stared at glossy posters hanging above moistened teenage bedsheets, and sighed longingly at the thought of what mysterious pleasures lay behind the zippered fly. Before the internet, before the iPhone, before sex tapes and the widespread consumption of free pornography, a well defined package visible only through a thin layer of pant material could be the making or breaking of a wannabe pop Adonis. The times may have moved on, but the crotch still holds a magnetic attraction to music fans.
For the tens of thousands who attended Lollapalooza over the weekend on the shores of Lake Michigan, maybe it was the sense that in between sets by favorites like Amy Winehouse, Lupe Fiasco, Yeah Yeah Yeahs and M. Get your Lollapalooza fill: For show closers Pearl Jam, who electrified what looked to be the largest final-night crowd in the three-year history of the reborn fest, it was the opportunity for singer and Chicago-area native Eddie Vedder to make a giant noise under the skyline of his memories. With a raging, political set equal to some of the legends he reminisced about listening to while riding the elevated train downtown as a teen, Vedder and Pearl Jam capped the sweaty eclectic weekend with a rousing selection of new and old favorites. Showing no signs that they're easing into elder-statesman status, despite having played the second installment of the original Lollapalooza in , PJ's set exploded out of the gate with four ragers, including live favorite "Corduroy" and a blazing, neck-vein-popping "Do the Evolution.