The song 'Fortnight' by Taylor Swift and Post Malone tells a story about strong feelings, complicated relationships, and secret wishes. It talks about love, betrayal, and wanting someone who doesn't feel the same. The word 'fortnight' shows short-lived happiness and guilty pleasures, leading to sadness. It shows how messy relationships can be and the results of hiding emotions. “I was supposed to be sent away / But they forgot to come and get me,” she kickstarts the song in the first verse with lines suggesting an admission to a hospital for people with mental illnesses. She goes in the verse admitting her lover is the reason why she is like this. In the chorus, she sings about their time in love and reflects on how he has now settled with someone else. “I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary / And I love you, it’s ruining my life,” on the second verse she details her struggles to forget about him and the negative effects of her failure. “Thought of callin’ ya, but you won’t pick up / ‘Nother fortnight lost in America,” Post Malone sings in the outro.
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Fuck World Trade!
Scabie and metalheads,
Born in the gutter and then chained to the radiator of a squat basement for sixteen years.
We are proud to announce: The trippin' the dead,
The thunderous cacophony...
The Crack Rocksteady Beat!
As the same bitches that bought you the tower tumbling, Mediocre Generica on 09/11/01,
As the same mutherfuckers that united the gay rudies,
Rocked crack city and then sainted them Columbine kids,
We are pleased to present...
From all the way near back of the food stamp line
And straight out of mutherfuckin' rehab...
It's the good, the bad and the Leftover Crack!
The sovereign insincerity / the monopoly of greed,
Nickleback, P.O.D., Rancid, Britany and Creed.
The bureaucrats that leech upon to mediocre trends,
Your song in heavy rotation form the cash your label spends.
From the products you promote for the ones who foot the bill,
A fabricated goose-step for the pockets that you fill.
The monotony of censored products shine in the display,
The same old song of compromise went platinum today.
From town to town and state to state,
The same old song you love to hate,
The same shit staked upon your plate,
Rotate again and syndicate.
We've been waiting far too long
To change the band, to change the song,
Through every day and dusk and dawn
We've been brain washed to sing along.
No difference between the hot new single,
And the Pepsi ads commercial jingle.
The beauty's withered, faded, crinkle,
Just sip the Coke and pop the Pringle.
The boardroom is the dragons lair,
They play us shit 'cause they don't care.
The clearest channel plays unfair,
And we all want you off the air.
Overdose on shoddy culture; mediocre trends,
Auto-tune the bottom line as a means to meet the ends.
Merging corporate empires create the ill conglomerations
And buy up to reprogram major market radio stations.
Fabricate one single voice, broadcast from sea to sea,
What once held notions of change and choice is now being controlled fully.
Deregulation's raised the edge of exploitation's bar,
Politics is replaced by "bling" and clothes and fancy cars.
Trapped imaginations from the video's blinding light,
Bombarded with monotony that captivates the sight.
The channel we've been tuned to is all frigid, blank and clear,
Told what to eat and drink and buy and whom to hate and fear.
Poisoned by the fairy-tale, a capitalistic dream,
Go to sleep, you're free and brave and on the winning team.
No way to die. No way to die.
No way to die.
"They figured out a long time ago
that it's much easier to control people
when we're all watching the same TV shows,
listening to the same radio stations,
going to the same movies,
looking at the same billboards,
eating the same food,
and speaking the same language."
Fuck World Trade!
Scabie and metalheads,
Born in the gutter and then chained to the radiator of a squat basement for sixteen years.
We are proud to announce: The trippin' the dead,
The thunderous cacophony...
The Crack Rocksteady Beat!
As the same bitches that bought you the tower tumbling, Mediocre Generica on 09/11/01,
As the same mutherfuckers that united the gay rudies,
Rocked crack city and then sainted them Columbine kids,
We are pleased to present...
From all the way near back of the food stamp line
And straight out of mutherfuckin' rehab...
It's the good, the bad and the Leftover Crack!
The sovereign insincerity / the monopoly of greed,
Nickleback, P.O.D., Rancid, Britany and Creed.
The bureaucrats that leech upon to mediocre trends,
Your song in heavy rotation form the cash your label spends.
From the products you promote for the ones who foot the bill,
A fabricated goose-step for the pockets that you fill.
The monotony of censored products shine in the display,
The same old song of compromise went platinum today.
From town to town and state to state,
The same old song you love to hate,
The same shit staked upon your plate,
Rotate again and syndicate.
We've been waiting far too long
To change the band, to change the song,
Through every day and dusk and dawn
We've been brain washed to sing along.
No difference between the hot new single,
And the Pepsi ads commercial jingle.
The beauty's withered, faded, crinkle,
Just sip the Coke and pop the Pringle.
The boardroom is the dragons lair,
They play us shit 'cause they don't care.
The clearest channel plays unfair,
And we all want you off the air.
Overdose on shoddy culture; mediocre trends,
Auto-tune the bottom line as a means to meet the ends.
Merging corporate empires create the ill conglomerations
And buy up to reprogram major market radio stations.
Fabricate one single voice, broadcast from sea to sea,
What once held notions of change and choice is now being controlled fully.
Deregulation's raised the edge of exploitation's bar,
Politics is replaced by "bling" and clothes and fancy cars.
Trapped imaginations from the video's blinding light,
Bombarded with monotony that captivates the sight.
The channel we've been tuned to is all frigid, blank and clear,
Told what to eat and drink and buy and whom to hate and fear.
Poisoned by the fairy-tale, a capitalistic dream,
Go to sleep, you're free and brave and on the winning team.
No way to die. No way to die.
No way to die.
"They figured out a long time ago
that it's much easier to control people
when we're all watching the same TV shows,
listening to the same radio stations,
going to the same movies,
looking at the same billboards,
eating the same food,
and speaking the same language."
Lyrics submitted by skacore_dude
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