I Forgot About Songs

  • 專輯:The Fox, The Hunter and Hello Saferide
  • 發行:2014-09-03
  • 演唱:Hello Saferide
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To hear a song like that
To have it spoon your sad little heart
It didn't give me a better outlook on life
But it told me:'I've been there too, and I turned it to art'
And that made all the difference to me
That made all the difference to me
And I forgot about songs
I forgot about what they are to me
I forgot how they hold me
How they soothe me and carry me
I forgot about violins
I forgot how they see me
Try me and taunt me
and how they finally breathe me
I forgot about cord changes
where the base tone stays intact
I forgot about drums and
voices with a tendency to crack
When they make all the difference to me
They make all the difference to me
There was this September
when all broke loose
Turned out all my truths had worn thin
I dangled by a thread from within
But I heard a violin
'I'll listen my child', the song said, and it did
It stroke my forehead with pale hands and
slowly carried me to the bridge
And as the chorus arrived,
I let go
Oh –
And you're so young
and you were so young
and you come up to me
And you tell me it helped you through
Something bad, you say and you hang your head
but this song, it helped you through
I get home and kick my books
Fuck you, knowledge
I was never on your team,
never one of your fighters
I was a born a romantic for a reason,
Not to be loved, to be a song writer


      • 專輯:The Fox, The Hunter and Hello Saferide
      • 發行:2014-09-03
      • 演唱:Hello Saferide
      字型

      To hear a song like that
      To have it spoon your sad little heart
      It didn't give me a better outlook on life
      But it told me:'I've been there too, and I turned it to art'
      And that made all the difference to me
      That made all the difference to me
      And I forgot about songs
      I forgot about what they are to me
      I forgot how they hold me
      How they soothe me and carry me
      I forgot about violins
      I forgot how they see me
      Try me and taunt me
      and how they finally breathe me
      I forgot about cord changes
      where the base tone stays intact
      I forgot about drums and
      voices with a tendency to crack
      When they make all the difference to me
      They make all the difference to me
      There was this September
      when all broke loose
      Turned out all my truths had worn thin
      I dangled by a thread from within
      But I heard a violin
      'I'll listen my child', the song said, and it did
      It stroke my forehead with pale hands and
      slowly carried me to the bridge
      And as the chorus arrived,
      I let go
      Oh –
      And you're so young
      and you were so young
      and you come up to me
      And you tell me it helped you through
      Something bad, you say and you hang your head
      but this song, it helped you through
      I get home and kick my books
      Fuck you, knowledge
      I was never on your team,
      never one of your fighters
      I was a born a romantic for a reason,
      Not to be loved, to be a song writer

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