Although it's hard for me to pick a favorite song, Blondie by Current Joys is one song that always brings a comforting homie feeling to me.The Instrumentals and the lyrics all really bring the mood of the song together.
The song, “Count on me”, by Bruno Mars, is one of my favorite songs that I like. When I listen to that song, it brings me joy but also some sadness. The meaning behind this song is that no matter where these two friends are in the world or no matter how much pain they are in, they can always count on each other for anything, at any time. When the lyrics say, “You can count on me like one two three, I’ll be there. And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two, you’ll be there. Cause that’s what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah”, all I can think about is my different types of friendships I have and how lucky I am to have those types of friendships that the song talks about.
I've always been told to Not speak unless I'm spoke to Do the things that I'm supposed to
Stay on the right train tracks Bite my tongue, better hold back Don't complain about what I lack
I've always come with a warning sign Freak kid, seek the kid who speaks their mind Hunt them down until there's none left to find Crush them under society's rigid lines
Watch me break free I will snap these chains you put around me Yeah watch me make a storm What are you going to do when I don't conform? Yeah, I'm knocking at your door And you better let me in now Because if you don't open up, I will break you down Watch me be me And fly like I never knew gravity.
I've always been promised A better future after this Is there something I missed?
She was molded, melted Put into a shape Made into a form and burned out every day She has the scars, She has the marks She has the pain. She has the beauty But outside that she's wax. The feared orange glow, Of every party The feared burning slow, Of every day. Melting, melting, Harden. Each shape special but cursed She wails and crys never heard The... Wax... Fi-gure.
And after that... what is left? She sits in her home accepting the new bo-dy. But really inside... it is a bur-den And she would rather leave it behind! Its the Wa-x Figure! Burned out every day Its the Wa-x Figure! Smells like ho-ney Its... the... Wax Figure!
(note: these are just fragments. Ideas. Stay tuned. Hahah get it tuned? Ok fine. My cat thought it was funny.)
Nobody knows how broken you are Because you're so busy hiding your scars. Nobody ever knows the pain So I just want you to breathe...breathe your name... Breathe your name, say your name Shout it loud Out and proud Say your name.
Yeah, I listen to music playing in my head My sanity hangs from the ceiling by a thread You said that you weren't afraid of the dark But you're terrified of starless nights in a skate park
Yeah, didn't you ever grieve what we had Or was it just something that went right past Another friendship bridge you burned Or was it something from which you learned?
Ruth, your words touch on things so sensitive so real and now that you're gone, I don't know how to feel. On one hand, we all have to say goodbye one day but why today? We need you. For on the other hand we haven't finished the work you started but how to start? You're a general commanding fleets of equality and hope but my hope's starting to deplete. Ruth, you've raised a mighty movement, a snarling butterfly of anger and denial and demands so long denied but Ruth, we can't do what you can! No, could; that's death, a shift. Can to could. Ruth, would you show us a way to do the good that you did, now that you're gone? We'll learn to live without you, but I don't want to move on. Fragility is everywhere, and yet it's taboo. I don't know how to be strong without you.
The president is squabbling, disregarding your wishes and