I find it hard to tell you how I want to run away I understand it always makes you feel a certain way I find a balance in the middle of the chaos Send me up send me down Send me never demigod.
Bullet in a gun But in the end my time will come Like a bullet in a gun Blood, sweat, and tears to be the one Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Bullet in a gun.
To make a name you pay the price You give your life no other way The devils deal it comes around To wear the crown Rise up from the ground. Bullet in a gun but in the end my time will come Like a bullet in a gun Blood, sweat, and tears to be the one Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Bullet in a.
How many voices go unheard How many lessons never learned How many artists fear the light, fear the pain, go insane, lose your mind, lose yourself You only care about fame and wealth Sellout, sellout, sellout.
Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun But in the end my time will come Like a Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Blood, sweat, and tears to be the one Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Bullet in a.
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Only Oh pretty baby, you're my motivator Got me changing my words and my behavior Pretty lady, you're my operator, got me dialing your number just to hear ya. Dream dream dream dream Dreamworld Take, take me over, oh take me over, I don't want to wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up. Stuck Time goes by and still I am stuck on you Yeah time goes by and still I am stuck on you, you. You were my one, you were my one When all has been said, all has been done You were my one, you were my one Now I am left reaching above me.
I lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling. Come round to mine, we can swap clothes and drink wine all night. Leave your shoes at the door, along with your troubles. Thank you for cooking for me, I had a really nice evening, just you and me. Aqua Profonda I saw you in the lane next to me. You were doing free-style. Then you switched it around to a little bit of backstroke.
I had goggles on. They were getting foggy. I much prefer swimming to jogging. I tried my very best to impress you, held my breath longer than I normally do.
I was getting dizzy. My hair was wet n frizzy. Sunk like a stone. Like a first owners home loan. When I came to, you and your towel were gone. Boxing Day Blues Revisited How was your day? Mine was OK. Worked my fingers down to the bone.
How about you, what did you do? Spent my whole night dreaming of you. Like a Christmas tree on Boxing Day: thrown away. Why don't you feel for me anymore? I'm feeling fine, except the times I'm not. Why you so calm? I wanna shout. I wanna rip my goddamn throat out. We're just like two icebergs in climate change: drifting away. Why do you feel for me anyway?
Envy is thin because it bites but never eats. Hey Debbie Downer turn that frown upside down and just be happy. Boring, neurotic everything that I despise. We had some lows we had some mids we had some highs. You have made your bed, I know better than to sleep in it. Better off dead than the hell that will become of it.
I take pieces of myself from everyone around me. History Eraser I got drunk and fell asleep atop the sheets but luckily i left the heater on.
We drifted to a party — cool. The people went to arty school. They made their paints by mixing acid wash and lemonade. In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name.
I touched on and off and rubbed my arm up against yours and still the inspector inspected me. The lady in the roof was living proof that nothing really ever is exactly as it seems. We caught the river boat downstream and ended up beside a team of angry footballers. Kim's Caravan Watermarks on the ceiling. I see a dead seal on the beach. Guess it just wants to die?
So take what you want from me. All I wanna say is…. Ode To Odetta I sing high, you sing low. I sing plain, you sing pretty. Everything you say sounds easy. A drowning flower caught my eye and I had to come on up for air. I am normally pretty forgiving but only if you are. Climb aboard the wagon when it comes on through. Look over my shoulder when I talk to you.
Pickles From The Jar I say dance, you say dance. I say France, you say France. I say Hugh, you say Grant. I say pot, you say plant. Oh, chalk and cheese, we rarely see eye to eye. For others, it merely acts as white noise to drown out the unbearable silence. Now, we want to share them with you. Nine albums later, on The Avalanche , he has somehow reached his most poignant form, getting better and simultaneously sadder with time.
Matty Healy has been struggling with religion ever since he and the rest of The emerged onto the music scene. A choral group vocalizes right behind him, hammering home his words and pain, as he confronts God head on. All he wants to know is what he can to compel himself to believe.
However, as he matured, his content moved into subject matters far beyond this period of his life. Obviously, compared to the other lyrics on this list, at face value these are not exactly breathtaking. However, when the context of these lyrics is fully taken in, the opposite is true. Released by one of the earliest protest singers, Woody Guthrie, in , the song has seen its meaning warped over the years.
However, this line, which no longer exists on most versions of the song, attempted to pull back the mask on a pre-WWII, Great Depression ravaged America. This entire song touches the depths of my soul, but these lyrics specifically make me think deeper about life and how quickly it moves.
These last few years especially, I have felt the fear of growing older, aging and slowly losing my youth. I know 21 is not old, but I feel like I was just 12, fan girl-ing over boy bands in my childhood bedroom in Barnesville, Ohio.
Now, here I am, one semester left of college, interning and studying in Los Angeles, across the country from home. My lifelong dreams are in my grasp, and that is amazing, but every time I think of my childhood, I cry uncontrollably because life is so short. Roger Waters did his thing when he wrote this song, as I am sure many people took it as personally and emotionally as myself. Waters is truly a powerful lyricist.
I want to thank my dad for introducing me to Pink Floyd at such a young age. Since I was very young, I have always had trouble expressing my emotions properly. I have always been shy, a bit awkward around people who make me feel left out and scared to talk in group settings.
I have been through some battles mentally, and I am aware that I have taken it out on loved ones. It gives me goosebumps every time. The lyrics written above are riveting and raw.
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