| All Time Low – Hometown Heroes; National Nobodies Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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"Win their hearts with words unlike the pages left at home Secrets kept from critics No one ever wants to know" Alright this part defiantly gets something going in me. Here it is: Well with lyrics you kinda half to have them in some form. I'm not saying they have to rhyme im just saying they have to be in a form to fit the song. So you can't really use everything you want to in a song. I have a bunch of notebooks i write at home, but of course i cant use all of them for lyrics cause they wouldnt really fit the song. So the lyrics he's winning people over aren't like tthe stuff he has written at home in which he probably expresses himself more using more detailed situations and detailed words. It's true though no one really wants to know that kind of stuff because they won't be able to relate to something like that. Lyrics need to be more generalized sometimes. I don't know if I'm crazy or if anyone will get what I'm saying it's just a though that came to my head and i needed to try to explain it. Keyword is try =/ let me know if you guys get what i mean though |
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| Chiodos – Is It Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork? Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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Ok here are the correct ones ;) Listen up sweetie We all know that you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world and this suggestion of horror The portraits on the walls The look in their eyes they always seem to follow The look in their eyes they always seem to follow me!! Out of tune this tale of terror The slow tolling of the funeral bell I want to know whats going on in that pretty little head of yours Everyday is a bone palace ballet Biting the flesh from your finger You know I just cant help myself I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard May this night never see morning it's finally worth it now Maybe you're the one thats overrated. shriek and scream much too horrified to speak Out of tune this tale of terror the slow tolling of the funeral bell I want to know whats going on in that pretty little head of yours Everyday is a bone palace ballet Everyday! This morning i woke up i rubbed my eyes and i took a quick glance around the room and saw what happened here last night there was blood on the walls and the sheets smelled like sweat and sex we have narrowed it down to a butcher knife and the mockingbird with the blood. Out of tune this tale of terror the slow tolling of the funeral bell I want to know whats going on in that pretty little head of yours Everyday is a bone palace ballet |
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