| Ben Gibbard – Where Our Destination Lies Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Not a bad song, reminiscent of various folk songs and singers from ages past. It seems like Gibbard is trying to sound a little like Willy at the beginning, I like it. Their other sound is sometimes just a little too clean, a little grit in the voice helps them and The Decemberists. Twee is nice at times but I prefer Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan's sound - even though sometimes they sound hideous. I wish I could say this song is original, but I love it anyway. Reminds me of me and my wife, has been a hard road for us, but by God we're still on it together. The funny thing is that when I first met my wife, I was a city boy, she a country girl. We took a 30 mile bike ride and purposefully got lost in the country - because she didn't want to know where we were going - that it would be an adventure to see where we'd end up. That was 19 years ago. |
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| Five Finger Death Punch – Walk Away Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| Also, that guitar solo is completely wrong. It doesn't fit at all. | |
| Five Finger Death Punch – Walk Away Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Yeah, well, this song describes me and a million other men. The song is obviously a man speaking to a woman after it's all gone to hell. We men try to make it work, we've always tried but everyone has always told us we're not good enough. But we know who we are, we didn't make promises, so we didn't mean to break any. We didn't mean to lie but nothing we say is true, it doesn't seem like anything is true so how can we be lying? By what standard are we being told we're demons, we already know it, we don't need anyone to tell us. We hate ourselves but what the hell can we do, so we just keep going - our women tell us we don't care so we tell them what they've always told us - that we don't care so we say "I never cared at all" - then they seem so hurt - we finally believe the truth/lie - who the hell knows what the truth is. This song's got a ton of truth in it. |
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