Sic transit gloria ... glory fades

Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking from head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.

You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper,
"This is so messed up."

Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.

Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.

He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.

She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.

"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.

He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for ...
... so much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathe, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.





---> De las canciones mas emo que conozco. Una de mis favoritas personalmente.

it's kinda like a bodybag

why your heart is broken?
a song to kill your heart.

this is the promise you break
beyond what we have learned...

you can.
you regret on conversations.
you lost.

who needs their bodybag?
with my back pushed up on this wall.

regrets.

you take my life.
all my life.





---> que piensan ahora de esta lyric? personalmente opino que esta conmadre porque expresa la simpleza y a la vez, la magnitud del sentimiento que te llega cuando alguien te rompe el corazon. sencilla, corta y concreta. simplemente, "a song to kill your heart".

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sugerencias sobre lyrics ... sugerencias sobre cualquier cosa pueden decirlas ya saben.
vamos a mandarle saludos tambien a todos aquellos que comparten la experiencia bloggera conmigo que son, por nombrar algunos, ray, paco, johnson y mi hermano musical el jose (batteries?)

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adieu y nos vemos en la proxima.