| AFI – Weathered Tome Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Unfold before me! Turn back the page again!......Shadows of glory! Shade in my heart again! Those two parts give me chills |
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| AFI – A Story At Three Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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"My father the morning pushes through my moonlight love" Satan is the Son of the Morning, and also the Morningstar. Just thought that was interesting. Anyway, this song is sweet. The chorus isn't the best of what AFI has to offer, but the bridge section gives me chills everytime I hear it. "SO BEAUTIFUL!" and "REQUIEM!". So Awesome! later |
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| AFI – ...But Home Is Nowhere Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| Hey thanks for the novel xxroadkilxx. That is awesome. This is one of the many things that sets AFI apart from the rest of the music world. Thanks again. | |
| AFI – ...But Home Is Nowhere Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Ummmm....Whoever wrote this screwed up the lyrics of the narrations. They go a little something like this: We held hands, On the last night on earth, Our mouths filled with dust, We kissed in the fields and under trees, Screaming like dogs, Bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town, But we knew everyone floated on the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste Where the road curved into the sea, And the shattered seasons lay, And the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner..." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards And formed them into shapes of stars That wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall. But you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone... You said the cinders are falling like snow. There is poetry in despair, And we sang with unrivaled beauty, Bitter elegies of savagrey and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets And carved our names into the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon, And the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still we lay under the emptiness, And drifted slowly outward, And somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message. Wow. Awesome. Words fail me. You can find these lyrics in the back of the book, the very last page. It is actually Davey Havok in the second narration. I thought that was interesting. Well see ya. |
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