Lyrics
But you can’t have what you can’t
Hey, what’s come down over me
It’s the way you stood, it’s the way you stood
‘Cause things the way they are
I guess you might go real far
So feed me with your kiss
Oh, come lie down close to me
Do what you dare, oh I don’t care
I will get what I can see
I’ll crawl over there, I’ll crawl over there
(Spread me like a) (appeal to you)
I do what I do I do what I will do
Crave, your kiss will set you free
I’ll do what I should, I’ll do what I should
The quintessential shoegaze band My Bloody Valentine has always been shrouded in sonic mystery, and nowhere is this enigmatic quality more present than in the lyrics of ‘Feed Me With Your Kiss’. On the surface, the song’s title might invoke a straightforward desire, but as with all things My Bloody Valentine, multiple layers are waiting to be peeled back, revealing depths of emotion and meaning.
Diving into the soundscape crafted by Kevin Shields and Bilinda Butcher, we unearth the raw hunger of love and need, the search for closeness and the inexplicable chasm that sometimes exists between even the closest of lovers. It’s a track that reaches out to touch the edge of interpersonal connection, asking to be understood or perhaps to be consumed by another’s presence.
A Sonic Seduction – Dissecting the Fundamental Urge
The title ‘Feed Me With Your Kiss’ is not only a plea; it’s a fierce yearning—almost vampiric in its intensity. The juxtaposition of feeding and kissing interweaves physical and emotional nourishment, suggesting a deep, insatiable craving. The song opens with a raw curiosity—can what is seen be possessed? The visceral imagery insinuates a blend of sensory experiences, where seeing intertwines with having, and desire becomes palpable through the act of a kiss.
Texturally, the desire within the song mirrors the soundscape that My Bloody Valentine is famous for: a blend of muffled vocals and layered, distorted guitars that envelop the listener in a cocoon of sound. It’s suggestive of passion that is smothering yet delicate, a tender violence. The ‘feed’ is not gentle; it’s encompassing, hinting at the overwhelming nature of want and the complex dance of intimacy.
