Need help making sense of some lyrics for Anthology

I'm using these following pieces in my Anthology for English this year and i need some help finding out what exactly they mean. For some i have a general idea, but my whole anthology is about coming up with alternate titles for each--like describing them. And that's kinda hard when you don' t understand them.

Man or Animal (not complete) - Audioslave

You give me a heart attack
You look like the summertime
You call me an artifact
But I’ll save that for another time
I could be rich or poor
I don’t need anymore

Keep your love inside the kitchen
You can feed me anything
Leave the feathers on the chicken
Peel the leather from your skin
I can be young or old
Sweet or sad, hot or cold

I will love you more than money
I will breathe you in the smoke
I will drink you in my honey
Sweet and golden down my throat
When you’re right, when you’re wrong
Head is near, eyes are gone
You can drown my appetite
I will sip your tears at night
You can tie me to a chair
Skin and bones, I don’t care
I could be rich or poor
I don’t need anymore

You give me a heart attack
I will give you more than that
You give me a heart attack
I will give you more than that.

Doesn’t Remind Me (not complete) - Audioslave

I walk the streets of Japan ‘til I get lost
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan, carrying a cross
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Because it doesn’t remind me of anything

I like gypsy moths, and radio talk
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like gospel music, and canned applause
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like hammering nails, and speaking in tongues
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything

Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won’t stir up the past
So discreetly
We won’t look back

I like throwing my voice, and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand, what’s mine is ours
If it doesn’t remind me of anything.

- is this about how someone will do or pay attention to things that don't remind them of anything to get their minds off someone else, maybe someone they love? That's what i got, but maybe if you have some other idea.

Vienna - Billy Joel

Slow down, you crazy child
You’re so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if you’re so smart, tell me why
Are you still so afraid?

Where’s the fire, what’s the hurry about?
You better cool it off before you burn it out
You got so much to do and only so many
Hours in a day

But you know that when the truth is told
That you can get what you want
Or you can just get old
You’re gonna kick it off before you even get halfway through
When will you realize
Vienna waits for you

Slow down, you’re doing fine
You can’t be everything you want to be
Before your time
Although it’s so romantic on the borderline tonight
Too bad, but it’s the life you lead
You’re so ahead of yourself
That you forgot what you need
Though you can see when you’re wrong

But you know you can’t always see when you’re right
You got your passion, you got your pride
But don’t you know only fools are satisfied?
Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true
When will you realize
Vienna waits for you

Slow down, you crazy child
Take the phone off the hook
And disappear for a while
It’s alright, you can afford to lose a day or two
When will you realize...
Vienna waits for you.

- is it sarcastic in some places? Maybe it's about himself--like the things other people told him to do? Or is it like advice to some individual youth--or youth in general? And i don't understand the whole Vienna waits for you thing. :-(

Dark Land of Light

Andalucia, land of lucid light
Painters dream you
See in your rugged landscapes
Al-Andaluz’s moonwashed cities rising from the plains
guarded by the keyhole studded fierce yellow walls
Bastions o fthat glorious heathen past

Dali’s bonebleached deserts

Picasso’s motherland

In the hot velvet night
when sleep is hounded by heat
thick enough to cut your bittersweet song
drifts from the hill like perfume on a breeze

Echoes of the Moorish yesteryears float in flamencos’ mournful wails
Mingle the Mullah’s call to prayer
with the sound of tragedy and love
Dark gypsies staccato heels chase rhythms of steel guitars

Brave bulls fight lusty men
whose flaming capes
mock and madden
Till--on their knees--
they take the final cut.
Bloodroses weep in the dust

Your duende seduces
Lovers of death
Drawn to your bloody history
riddled with bullets of freedom
Cold priests extortions
Inquisitors pitiless tools

Yet still you survive
The pains of broken brotherhood
soothed by the scent of or

- Kathleen Roberts

- just about Anadalucia, a center of Moorish civilization a million, billion years ago? I love it so much! It's so powerful.

Cracked: A Sonnet

Excuse me, ma’am, how does it feel to eat,
because you’re told, or bathe your head in streams
Of “ago,” because they say you’re old and need
nurses to track your dying as they deem
it necessary? How could it feel to live
through wars then lose your mate (his mind, then heart)
and be so set on making him a sieve
through which all thoughts must pass--to sort them into
piles of “John” and “other”
your son, a ghost that you must mourn,
how do you lay to rest the title “mother?”
I thought the other day that you had torn
your memory apart by taking too much in,
and now, “all the king’s horses and all the king’s men...”

- Amy R. Ward

- woman who lost her lover in a war? That's what i got from another person.

- the last two are poems, but i'm stupid and can't figure out how to change the title thing.