Pretty awesome song.
I know they might sound emo at first listen but these guys are really awesome and cool. I only just discovered this song. It's really emotional and they did this so well.
This is one of their best songs and its from their best album: 'Hours'
Welsh rock bands - hell yeah!
History - Funeral for a Friend
Dear friends of this academy
Ooh romeo is bleeding to death,
To see a friend bleed to death, what for
Some kind of metaphor that I cant see?
So I'll drink until I see it.
This sky will make me sick,
So I'll give up on you;
I'll give up on this.
This sky will make me sick,
So I'll give up on this;
I'll give up on you.
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute,
And bleed this skyline dry,
Your history is mine.
So you want to hold me up and bring me down,
Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down,
I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you,
And I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you.
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute,
And bleed this skyline dry,
Your history is mine.
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute,
And bleed this skyline dry,
Your history is mine...
It's all mine...
It's all mine...
It's all mine...
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute,
And bleed this skyline dry,
Your history is mine...
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute,
And bleed this skyline dry,
Your history is mine...
Thursday 25 December 2008
Hands Held High - Linkin Park
God knows why this wasn't the first thing up when I made this blog...
Well, I'm putting it up now.
These lyrics show a couple of the reasons Mike Shinoda is my hero:
-His compassion
-His genius writing skills
This is Hands Held High by Linkin Park,off their most recent album 'Minutes to Midnight'
Hands Held High - Linkin Park
Turn my mic up louder I got to say something,
Light weights steppin' aside when we come in,
Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping,
People on the street they panic and start running,
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming,
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme I'm dumping,
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in,
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming,
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping,
Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping,
Risk something, take back what's yours,
Say something that you know they might attack you for,
Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before,
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for,
Like this war's really just a different brand of war,
Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor,
Like they understand you in the back of the jet,
When you can't put gas in your tank,
These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the cheque,
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect,
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way,
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day,
In their living room laughing like "what did he say?!"
[Chorus:]
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.
In my living room watching but I am not laughing,
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen:
World is cold the bold men take action,
Have to react or get blown into fractions.
Ten years old it's something to see,
Another kid my age drugged under a jeep,
Taken and bound and found later under a tree,
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me,
Do you see, the soldiers they're out today,
That brush the dust from bullet proof vests away,
It's ironic;at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.
There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads,
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes,
My dad he's got a lot of fear I know,
But enough pride inside not to let that show,
My brother had a book he would hold with pride:
A little red cover with a broken spinem
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside:
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die,
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay,
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day,
Both scared and angry like what did he say?!"
[Chorus x6]
With hands held high into the sky so blue,
As the ocean opens up to swallow you.
[x6]
Well, I'm putting it up now.
These lyrics show a couple of the reasons Mike Shinoda is my hero:
-His compassion
-His genius writing skills
This is Hands Held High by Linkin Park,off their most recent album 'Minutes to Midnight'
Hands Held High - Linkin Park
Turn my mic up louder I got to say something,
Light weights steppin' aside when we come in,
Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping,
People on the street they panic and start running,
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming,
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme I'm dumping,
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in,
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming,
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping,
Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping,
Risk something, take back what's yours,
Say something that you know they might attack you for,
Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before,
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for,
Like this war's really just a different brand of war,
Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor,
Like they understand you in the back of the jet,
When you can't put gas in your tank,
These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the cheque,
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect,
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way,
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day,
In their living room laughing like "what did he say?!"
[Chorus:]
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.
In my living room watching but I am not laughing,
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen:
World is cold the bold men take action,
Have to react or get blown into fractions.
Ten years old it's something to see,
Another kid my age drugged under a jeep,
Taken and bound and found later under a tree,
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me,
Do you see, the soldiers they're out today,
That brush the dust from bullet proof vests away,
It's ironic;at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.
There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads,
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes,
My dad he's got a lot of fear I know,
But enough pride inside not to let that show,
My brother had a book he would hold with pride:
A little red cover with a broken spinem
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside:
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die,
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay,
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day,
Both scared and angry like what did he say?!"
[Chorus x6]
With hands held high into the sky so blue,
As the ocean opens up to swallow you.
[x6]
Saturday 6 December 2008
The Gun
Subject for discussion i think...hmm,what to say...i wrote it as a rap part but this song became a victim of my melodic experiments(God save it,heh)and it didn't work. I worked with the beats after giving up on that to try and make it like Cigarettes or Slip Out the Back by Fort Minor...that could still be an option but I've returned to the original form after many sleepless nights trying to perfect it. I'll come back to this one,I'm not finished :p Enjoy the original version x
The Gun
Major overeaction,
Take a break while I breathe,
And while you sleep, I'll lie at ease,
But there's a kick in the system that's lying real low,
Take it all back to sit and watch you go.
There's a face in the trees and it watches you count your blessings,
There's a fire in the sea and it watches you regressing,
Take it all back watch 'em run,
Cool it;sit back while I load the gun.
Gutter-ball please,
I can hear your mind thinking,
And while you run, we'll keep drinking,
But nobody wants to leave you to ruin the plan,
Took it in sat back and watched as you ran.
There's a face in the trees and it watches you count your blessings,
There's a fire in the sea and it watches you regressing,
Take it all back watch 'em run,
Cool it;sit back while I load the gun.
Flying ace of spades,
While they like you more,
There's a real target sitting on the floor,
Sitting duck,
Such an exaggeration,
I'd say you were crouching,
I don't see much relation.
There's a face in the trees and it watches you count your blessings,
There's a fire in the sea and it watches you regressing,
Take it all back watch 'em run,
Cool it;sit back while I load the gun.
(You can't ruin this it's too perfect)
There's a face in the trees,
While we watch you regressing,
How I love to see them run,
Shake it off and sit back while I,
Cool it;sit back,
Watch me load the gun.
EDITED 29/01/09
The Gun
Major overeaction,
Take a break while I breathe,
And while you sleep, I'll lie at ease,
But there's a kick in the system that's lying real low,
Take it all back to sit and watch you go.
There's a face in the trees and it watches you count your blessings,
There's a fire in the sea and it watches you regressing,
Take it all back watch 'em run,
Cool it;sit back while I load the gun.
Gutter-ball please,
I can hear your mind thinking,
And while you run, we'll keep drinking,
But nobody wants to leave you to ruin the plan,
Took it in sat back and watched as you ran.
There's a face in the trees and it watches you count your blessings,
There's a fire in the sea and it watches you regressing,
Take it all back watch 'em run,
Cool it;sit back while I load the gun.
Flying ace of spades,
While they like you more,
There's a real target sitting on the floor,
Sitting duck,
Such an exaggeration,
I'd say you were crouching,
I don't see much relation.
There's a face in the trees and it watches you count your blessings,
There's a fire in the sea and it watches you regressing,
Take it all back watch 'em run,
Cool it;sit back while I load the gun.
(You can't ruin this it's too perfect)
There's a face in the trees,
While we watch you regressing,
How I love to see them run,
Shake it off and sit back while I,
Cool it;sit back,
Watch me load the gun.
EDITED 29/01/09
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