No auge da minha fase Emo, ainda quando nem sabia o que era isso, mas Emo do hardcore/screamo, não daquelas mariquices, Emo do bom, descubro Emery.
Fuck.
Depois de ouvir os primeiros dois albúms venho a descobrir que são uma banda cristã.
Fuck.
Mas não são uma banda cristã normal. Não é aquelas panisguices à lá P.O.D. (ah pois é, são cristãos e bem) ou outros.
Tal como dizem no fim da música "Listening to Freddie Mercury":
We are all the same people
With sinning hearts that make us equal
Here's my hand, not words said desperately
It's not our job to make anyone believe
E falando de amor e morte, os temas centrais são sempre estes.
E sim, é do mais panisgas que aqui tenho, mas as putas das letras deles não falham. O primeiro e segundo albúm aconselho bem, o último já deixa algo a desejar, compensado pelas faixas finais em acústico, curiosamente, das minhas músicas preferidas.
Mas os dois primeiros...deixam arrepios às vezes. O mal da música, como outros sentidos, é associar a determinadas memórias e sentimentos.
Fuck
Every once in a while I think I'm lying
Take it to the bank; I'll believe every word I say (This just isn't how, this just isn't how)
Then again this is when you start your prying (This just isn't how, this just isn't how)
But there's a thought it could be true
But this just isn't how I imagined it would be
With these random people just asking the most personal things
And to think that somehow I could always come clean
And you shake your head just like you know what I mean
(To see if it's right or wrong to listen to this song, I don't want you too)
(And see if you're okay with all the words I say; it can't be this way)
Somehow, someone's more equal than others
Depending on the words we choose to say
A glance at her too long tonight
But everything I'm saying's right in your ears
We are all the sisters and the brothers
Until we find we don't believe the same
Like
Gary's getting drunk to forget Sarah
Sarah's stealing money from her parents
Aaron's lying straight to Jon about Megan and the things that went on
Jessica's a gossip, Laura's a slut
Derrick hits Bridget, Ben deals drugs
Seth spends all his money gambling
Joey stopped praying
It is all the same thing
We are all the same people
With sinning hearts that make us equal
Here's my hand, not words said desperately
It's not our job to make anyone believe
Fuck.
Depois de ouvir os primeiros dois albúms venho a descobrir que são uma banda cristã.
Fuck.
Mas não são uma banda cristã normal. Não é aquelas panisguices à lá P.O.D. (ah pois é, são cristãos e bem) ou outros.
Tal como dizem no fim da música "Listening to Freddie Mercury":
We are all the same people
With sinning hearts that make us equal
Here's my hand, not words said desperately
It's not our job to make anyone believe
E falando de amor e morte, os temas centrais são sempre estes.
E sim, é do mais panisgas que aqui tenho, mas as putas das letras deles não falham. O primeiro e segundo albúm aconselho bem, o último já deixa algo a desejar, compensado pelas faixas finais em acústico, curiosamente, das minhas músicas preferidas.
Mas os dois primeiros...deixam arrepios às vezes. O mal da música, como outros sentidos, é associar a determinadas memórias e sentimentos.
Fuck
Every once in a while I think I'm lying
Take it to the bank; I'll believe every word I say (This just isn't how, this just isn't how)
Then again this is when you start your prying (This just isn't how, this just isn't how)
But there's a thought it could be true
But this just isn't how I imagined it would be
With these random people just asking the most personal things
And to think that somehow I could always come clean
And you shake your head just like you know what I mean
(To see if it's right or wrong to listen to this song, I don't want you too)
(And see if you're okay with all the words I say; it can't be this way)
Somehow, someone's more equal than others
Depending on the words we choose to say
A glance at her too long tonight
But everything I'm saying's right in your ears
We are all the sisters and the brothers
Until we find we don't believe the same
Like
Gary's getting drunk to forget Sarah
Sarah's stealing money from her parents
Aaron's lying straight to Jon about Megan and the things that went on
Jessica's a gossip, Laura's a slut
Derrick hits Bridget, Ben deals drugs
Seth spends all his money gambling
Joey stopped praying
It is all the same thing
We are all the same people
With sinning hearts that make us equal
Here's my hand, not words said desperately
It's not our job to make anyone believe
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