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Favoret Song
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July 03, 2008, 10:41:pm
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This is the song
The reason i fell in love with music
And the reason i started playing the guitar
Classic song
There hasn't been a song even close to it
[For The Record: people have been complaining about me not replying to there comments, i have my reasons, but a little hint, if you start a conversation about music, ill probably reply faster, considering it's my life]
What do you think?
if you choose the second one too
i think i'll disown you
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June 28, 2008, 02:48:pm
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Lyrics
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June 23, 2008, 06:52:pm
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People were asking me for the lyrics, so here some of them are...
Promised Bradly i wouldn't put up the song lyrics to the mushy song i made him("Bradly's song") but all the rest were made for him too so i don't get why he doesn't object to those, but whatev. There they are
(UPDATE I PUT THE MEANING OF THE SONG UNDER, BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE SAID THEY COULDN'T REALIZE WHAT THE LYRICS MEANT)
Lyrics for "Blue Tac Animals"
Stone wood paper and glue
A crude clay model of a man
Separated into two
Like the blue tac animals we made in school
When we were young and bored
With lumpy heads for use on walls
To be displayed and then ignored
Take me back to then
Take me back to then
When things were made of primary colours and simple shapes
And two dots and a line made a face
And we said
When I grow up
I'll travel whatso-wherever I can
To remind me that I'm free
Because staying fixed in one place and shape and time
Would surely make a stature out of me
But I fell asleep on a train the other day
I woke up somewhere strange
Where they dressed me head to toe as red as blood
And took away my name
And I said take me back to home
Take me back to home
Where we are coloured in but we can stray outside the lines
And I can call what makes me me mine
Because it's mine
Bone skin muscle and glue
Is all it really takes to build a home
It's all it took to build you
So I'll draw you all circles and sticks
Like I would have back then
Then I'll grow up a second time and we'll
Fall in love all over again
Take me back
Take me back
Take
Take
Take
(Bradly and I were going threw this box my mom kept, of all my kid projects from kindergarden and thats where it started. We started thinking about how simple it was then and how much it's changed.
Where they dressed me head to toe as red as blood and took away my name was ment to show that as you grow up you grow the same, and we want to go back to blue tac animals)
Lyrics for "Worries And Promises"
Tell me I don’t have to say anything at all
We’d still be the same
And tell me I don’t have to change anything at all
We’d still be this way
And tell me that we’re just fine
Tell me we won’t tire with time
But you just can’t promise it
No, not really
I can understand that much
Oh, you make me want to shout aloud
You fill my head with beautiful songs
I know that I am awkward and
All these things they come out wrong
But tell me I do just fine
Tell me I won’t tire with time
But you just can’t promise it
No, not really
Yeah, I can understand that much
So stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop promising me
Cause what, what, what, what, what if they turn out to be empty
Just smile, smile, smile, smile, smile and say we’re good for today
And when, when, when you worry, you wish it away
Hey, live today for today
That’s what you always told me
And don’t turn every laugh we share
Into a wistful memory
And don’t ask me are we just fine
Don’t ask me if you will always be mine
Because I just can’t answer that
No, not really
And can you understand that much?
Well there’s one thing you’ll have to understand
It’s just the way I am
And I’ll hold onto you
Any way I can
And I’ll ask you are we just fine
But I won’t ask you if you will always be mine
Because I know you can’t promise it
No, not really
I can understand that much
So stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop promising me
Cause what, what, what, what, what if they turn out to be empty
Just smile, smile, smile, smile, smile and say we’re good for today
And when, when, when you worry, you wish it away
(i think this song pretty much explains it's self. I wrote it in health class while texting Bradly, he broke up with me a week before because i promised stuff then did the opposite of what i promised him i wouldn't, it's basically just the stuff i wish i told him before he dumped me)
Lyrics for "Miss Twopence"
There's a few things I should explain
But what's in my head and what comes out my mouth are not the same
A mish mash of what sounds like bad excuses
Tumbles away and leaves the space between us in pieces
And us in pieces
Miss Twopence at the bus stop shook her head at me
As if she could see the empty space where you ought to be
And cornershop Mr How's-Yours won't serve me cigarettes
The city swells with guilt until it pales and forgets
And empty shop fronts call out to me what will you do now?
And I say move on like their peeling paint could tell me how
Or show me how
Dogs bark at the trains pulling into the metro station
These days there's bridges between real and imagination
Like when you turn up on my doorstep were you ever there at all?
And did you ever used to fight for me did you ever call?
And did I ever kiss you or do my thoughts deceive me?
Or did I simply make you up completely?
Completely, completely, completely.
(I wrote this after i lost Bradly, pretty self explanatory, i was so depressed i couldn't tell what was real or what i was coming up in head. I thought everyone knew what happened somehow)
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February 28, 2008, 12:19:pm
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no brad
no music
sorry you all
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My insanely
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February 12, 2008, 12:00:pm
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amazing muse is gone from me
And know that i have no bradly
I am at a terrible loss of inspiration
Sorry for having nothing up
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