| The Early November – The Car In 20 Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| I also think the name of the song relates to how he is about to leave. as in, he's going to the car in 20 minutes to leave where he is at, ie. the relationship | |
| The Early November – The Car In 20 Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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I feel this song is about a couple about to break up, in the song he is already calling them "friends". In the first verse he tries to fix the problem but it never works. Over the next two choruses he uses want and need very effectively. He links need to shallow, and want to challenged. He can deal with them taking what they "need" to live from each other, but when he realizes that they take from each other for what they "want" he really contemplates ending it. He knows they'll pull through, he's so confident he says buy some tickets to the show because we will pull through. Turns out they don't pull through and all he has left to offer is a broken heart to the next girl. |
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| The Early November – A Little More Time Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| he needs time because he's afraid, when he builds his courage he wonders why he didn't do it a long time ago | |
| Northstar – Pollyanna Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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I think this song is about a girl that he likes that he could never have. He had his chance at one point but he lets her slide through his hands. She has interest in him but when he finally goes for her despite her flaws, he is in too deep and she lets him go So this is how it ends Toxic and deliberant > he had his chance but now she's mad at him< Shes blood red at the neck boiling off finger-prints >she's mad and she wants no part of him, ridding of all pasts, like fingerprints< Sounds bitter of it (?) making death seem elegant >death would be better than what he's going through< just dont breathe and well stop time she said >don't take another breathe to say anything, and things will go back to normal< i've got this delicate lisp that speaks in tongues and upper-lips >it's hard to talk about< your silhouettes my favorite im not letting go of it... im not letting go of it. >looking at her from the outside keeps him happy, she is really fun and nice at first, but when he gets to know her she is actually nothing special, he's not letting go of what he wants her to be, the sillouete is what HE sees, and her herself is what she really is and who he doesn't like < shes got a leash that grips my teeth that cleans the air i breathe its wrapped around this city >My teeth cleans the air(she makes him smile), the leash,or his infactuation/love, surrounds him< she glides off the bed with unflinching relevance >she's gone and doesn't care< so completely motionless >not moving to get her< you're so heavy, you're so warm just a pillow ive used a thousand times before wrapped in velvet and filled with thorns >she is so soft and likeable on the outside, but when he gets to know her he doesn't like what he finds< you look so lovely running through my fingers running through my fingers where everything's always felt right.. >she keeps slipping through his hands, and he doesn't care, he prefers looking through the window from the outside< I will chase it, grab it, stake it >he decides to go for it finally> Rub until she fakes it >bug her untill she finally agrees to go out with him> We all bloom faster An oncoming disaster I will let this hurt >he finds himself in way over head with love when she doesn't care for him, but he's willing to go with it even though he likes her way more than she does< sorry the thoughts are very unorganized but hopefully it gives you some ideas |
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