ITT : Those lyrics that give you feels everytime

>Seasons don't fear the reaper
>Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are
>Come on baby, don't fear the reaper

Don't Fear The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

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"Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way."

Time - Pink Floyd

i get a major panic attack from this song cuz i fear the reaper ;/

>When lava pours out near the sea surface, tremendous volcanic explosions sometimes occur. In time, submarine sea-mounts or islands are formed. When lava flows underwater, it behaves differently. And a new contraption to capture a 'dandelion' in one piece has been put together by the crew.

>A child of dust, to mother now return,
>For every seed must die before it grows.
>And though above the world may toil and turn,
>No prying spades will find you here below.

Thrice - Child Of Dust

kek

>I love my Motorola
>I love my Motorola
>I love my Motorola
>I LOVE MY MOTOROLA

>When you go home on your own
>And you cry and you want to die
>I am human and I need to belong
>Just like everyone else does

>Brother, see we are one in the same
And you left with your head filled with flames
And you watched as your brains fell out through your teeth

>rose clouds of holocaust
>rose clouds of flies
>rose clouds of bitter
>bitter, bitter lies

>I was all right for a while, I could smile for a while
>But when I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight
>When you stopped to say "Hello"
>And though you wished me well, you couldn't tell

>That I'd been crying over you, crying over you
>Then you said "so long" left me standing all alone
>Alone and crying, crying, crying crying
>It's hard to understand that the touch of your hand
>Can start me crying

>I thought that I was over you but it's tru-ue, so true
>I love you even more than I did before but darling what can I do
>For you don't love me and I'll always be

>Crying over you, crying over you
>Yes, now you're gone and from this moment on
>I'll be crying, crying, crying, crying
>Yeah crying, crying, over you

bumb

When you wake up to the promise
of your dream world coming true
with one less friend to call on
was it someone that I knew?

Away you will go sailing
in a race among the ruins
If you plan to face tomorrow do it soon

it is some song that goes
>nah nah n-nah nah nah n-nah nah nah n-nah nah nah

it is about jerking it to magazines but I forget the name ;~;

>and you can take him home to your mother
>and say "ma...this is my broTHERRRR!!!

youtube.com/watch?v=BqDjMZKf-wg

I love you

Roy is underrated

>If you must die, sweetheart
>Die knowing your life was my life's best part

"You" by Keaton Henson

Get's me every time

>So she stretched her arms so wide
>So she'd always have one around the mountainside
>and it hurt
>with every drop of her that disappeared into his dirt

>The parts of you that you can't see
>are now
>all just parts of me

Only song to ever make me, How I Got My Shrunken Head by the Flying So High-Os
anchorhead.com.au/track/how-i-got-my-shrunken-head

*make me cry

>no one told you when to run
>you missed the starting gun

ouch, that gets to me too

the whole song pretty much makes me want to an hero

>Close my eyes,
>Feel me now
>I don't know
>How you could not love me now

Combat baby, come back baby
Fight off the lethargy
Don't go quietly
Combat baby, you said you would never give up easy
Combat baby, come back

Combat Baby - Metric

I have no idea why this makes me sad it just does

youtube.com/watch?v=jyJCEUcDsLU

I just wanna kill myself

>a choke of grief heart hardened I
>beyond belief a broken man too tough to cry

> Remember the drawing I made?
> Remember the flowers I gave?
> Remember the time that we spent?
> Remember the time that we missed?
> Don't let that happen again
> Go find you a better man
> And go have that baby boy
> And make him a better man
> Tell him his mother loves him
> Just like she used to love me
> And play him this tape for you
> Tell him what we been through
> So we can both raise that child like we promised, we would do

>Look Dad I did it
>Yup, look Dad I did it

>This the same boy that was dancing in your kitchen
>And in the back seat singing, that’s tradition
>It sucks it took you passing to get me close to my sisters
>And my little brother not close enough I admit it
>Just sucks when I’m at your funeral and no one know I existed
>And I'm the one with your name man, isn't that twisted?
>But I ain’t really tripping man, that’s family business

>Had the same outfit on I graduated in
>Cause I heard you were fighting the doctors
>And they still made you miss it
>And that was down to the shoes
>The Stealth Foams, my favorite
>Third and last time will be at my first Grammy nomination

>Like look Dad I made it
>Yup look Dad I made it

>This the same boy that was dancing on the pavement
>The same kid that was at that hospital waiting

>The same that ain’t going to stop ’til I’m the greatest

injury reserve - look mama i did it

>Tragedy struck on June 6, 1966, however, when Orbison and Claudette were riding home from Bristol, Tennessee. She struck the door of a pickup truck which had pulled out in front of her on South Waters Avenue in Gallatin, Tennessee, and died instantly.
>During a tour of The Midlands in England, on September 16, 1968, he received the news that his home in Hendersonville, Tennessee, had burned down, and his two eldest sons had died

Roy.... Roy had a hard life

>I hurt myself today/ to see if I still feel/ I focus on the pain/The only thing that's real.

>Today is the greatest/Day I’ve ever known/Can’t wait for tomorrow/I might not have that long/I’ll tear my heart out/Before I get out

>Sunday morning/Praise the dawning/It's just a restless feeling/By my side

>Can't you feel our souls ignite?
>Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the fading night
>Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows
>We have finally been freed, to get back home

The whole end of Supper's Ready gets my nipples hard every time, and it got me to cry too, which is very rare with music. Perfect instrumentation and singing

Settle down
This won't last long
I've been out
And I want back in
So why not
Completely fade away?

When my bones begin to break
And my head begins to shake
It's my own blood

When my house becomes a cage
And my neighbors turn away
It's my own blood

youtube.com/watch?v=RoHgV6UNMLM

fuck off reddit

>I don't want to be your friend, I just want to be your lover
>tfw the exact opposite is happening with me but I'm to afraid to stop the girls approaches because shes an Amazonian

>And what do I do with the gift you have presented me? The one no one else would buy. They would not accept the filthy premise of your most terrible innocence. Oh: So let them say how you were wild, for what you really were was tender

Not even the best from that song

>turn my head
>into sound
>I don't know
>when I lay down on the ground

I'm not going to take the piss out of what makes you feel something, but why would Dandelion do that for you?

>We sit and we sigh
>And nothing gets done
>So right, so clued-up
>We just get old
>And all the while
>Been torn asunder
>Nicotine
>And bacteria

There, goes my mother and her plague
What a terrible display
Of the kind of girl that
Wouldn't let a hand
Though, this heed was a thoughtless act
It's the kind she tends to bask
Although I wish I could've known you well

is this a jojo reference?

so many to memorable Smiths songs but if I had to choose
>I am sick and I am dull
>And I am plain
>How dearly I'd love to get carried away
>Oh but dreams have a knack of just not coming true
>And time is against me now

>Perhaps this final act was meant, to clinch a lifetime's argument
>that nothing comes from violence, and nothing ever could
>for all those born beneath an angry star
>Lest we forget how fragile we are

>on and on the rain will fall, like tears from a star, like tears from a star
>on and on the rain will say, how fragile we are, how fragile we are

Gordon Lightfoot is amazing. Nice