SOURSOP777
36
Points
36
Points
Residing within reach of New York, my name is Phillip, and I've been composing music and playing instruments all my life; studying music theory; and lyrical composition; and objective mixing and matching. I spend my musical life enjoying its exposition.
| The Velvet Teen – Gyzmkid Lyrics | 3 years ago |
| Years later, and it\'s still 100% prolific and as destined and as expected. I\'ve seen these comments many times; I really don\'t think that the artist wanted these lyrics to be obscure, since they are simply not, as we can see after reading the text! it\'s straightforwardly and powerfully poetic. Kudos and thank you humbly, writers.\n\nPerhaps we sense the obscurity within the senses from the violent music, which wraps the composition and song appropriately; intricately. A biography mentions the newer drummer, who exploits a style truly belonging to a "burning torrent", with no rhythmic sacrifice or disgraced misplacement. And the vocalization and singing is just underneath it all, ready, willing, patient, and kind. It\'s a masterpiece and a true contribution to humanity. | |
| The Avett Brothers – Go to Sleep Lyrics | 16 years ago |
|
Lay back, lay back, go to sleep my man Wipe the blood from you face and your hands Forgive yourself if you think you can Go to sleep, go to sleep my man Twenty-one days lost at sea I fought For twenty-two years non-stop I've talked Through the desert, piss-drunk, and confused I walked I spit a tooth in the palm of my hand Lay back, lay back, go to sleep my man Wipe the blood from you face and your hands Forgive yourself if you think you can Go to sleep, go to sleep my man Well the wind and the trees are ganging up on me They sing my funeral song in harmony Well I just want to walk home unaccompanied They keep singing and singing and singing to me... La, La, La, La, La, La (I hear them singing) La, La, La, La, La, La (Singing for me) La, La, La, La, La, La (Oh!) Well I wish things were different, true, and deep But everything that's so shallow is everything about me They told me I could just take my money and leave I hope the people on the ground will understand I hope the people in the crowd will understand Lay back, lay back, go to sleep my man Wipe the blood from you face and your hands Forgive yourself if you think that you can Go to sleep, go to sleep my man La, La Go to sleep, go to sleep my man La, La Go to sleep, go to sleep my man |
|
* This information can be up to 15 minutes delayed.