Lyrics that hit you hard thread

Lyrics that hit you hard thread

>And when I get fucked up, I'll do the best
>To make myself not fucked up again
>My heart and my lungs too
>Why can't I do the same for everyone I love too?

>And in your sad machines
>You'll forever stay
>Desperate and displeased with whoever you are

>Did we miss the moon?
>I'd lie in your arms if I could
>Such a common pain
>Repeats itself again and again

>the game of life is hard to play
>you're gonna lose it anyway

>Yesterday, a telegram said that you had died
>But I knew, but I know that it was a lie
>I tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried
>I mean our room, I went back to our room and cried

>Well I take a look outside and see the pretty girls walk by
>But I can't make myself say hi because I'm scared
>It's cuz I spend all this time all locked up inside
>It's the only place I know how to bear

>You're gonna run
>It's alright
>Everybody does

>Asking aloud why you're leaving
>But the pavement won't answer me

>But I've kissed enough bathroom sinks
>To make up for the lovers that never loved me

>SOMEBODY'S LISTENING AT NIGHT WITH THE GHOSTS OF MY FRIENDS WHEN I PRAAAAAAAAAY
>ASKING "WHY DID YOU LET THEM LEAVE AND THEN MAKE ME STAAAAAAAAAY
>WHEN YOU KNOW MY NAME AND ALL OF MY HIDEOUS MISTAAAAAAAAAKES?"

That entire album is soul-crushing in the most beautiful way

>Won't you lend your lungs to me?
>Mine are collapsing

>NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA
>NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA
>......
>IM 200% NIGGA

Really changed how i view things

>Open your parachute and grab your gun
>Falling down like an omen, a setting sun
>Read the part and we turn out fine
>It's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive
>But I don't care if I fuck up
>I'm going on a date
>With a rich white lady
>Ain't life great?
>Give me one good reason not to do it
>(Because we love you)
>So do it

;__;

>Life ive lost intrest now im an insect
>Flowers in winter the smell of windex
>The night i am ive got it quite bad
>i made ur swag like im ur da
>This light i have i turn it all
black
>i cant go back like mj its bad

rip

>The last time I saw you, I was holding your hand
>And I couldn't wait for you to leave.
>I knew right then that it was over and done
>And I couldn't believe that I was free.
Birthday Boy gets me every time.

>And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand.
>Time falls away, but these small hours, these small hours still remain.
>I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear. Just as long as you stand--stand by me.
>You could never live out in the open, regretting every word you've spoken.
Someone hold my hand now please.

So many Ween lyrics hit me right in the feels, somehow missed this first time reading the thread. Good post user.

>IIIII LOOOVE YOOOU JESUUS CHRIIIIIIIIIST

>A wonderful wooden reason
>To stand in line, keep in line
>line up, crash the sound, you lose your hand to understand the accident is red
swear I'm not memeing, the spoken word on Meadow Meal is one of the most affecting things I've ever heard

When the historians find us we'll be in our homes
Plugged into our hubs
Skin and bones
A frozen smile on every face
As the stories replay
This must have been a wonderful place

>If I feel anything, I feel broken.
...
>Can you fix me? Please, I beg of you, fix me, I can't live like this anymore with my head around the toilet and my heart smashed on the floor.
...
>Everybody around me tells me I'm wrong with their heads filled with grease from a swing to their favorite mass produced obesity chain wearing clothes made by hands who wish they had clothes of their own. But who am I to judge? Who am I to judge? They say it's not my place, not my time, not my right, not my life. So who am I to judge? What an asshole am I.
>The white race is-a dying, the Russians are not spying, the government's poisoning the water with fluoride but I'm a damned conspiracy theorist, some freak out of my mind. So who cares what I say? Who cares what I say? If you can write me off so easily then your reality is okay.

>And I'll smile and I'll learn to pretend
>And I'll never be open again
>And I'll have no more dreams to defend
>And I'll never be open again

>Do you believe in what you see?
>There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me.
>Do you believe in what you see?
>Motionless wheel, nothing is real.
>Wasting my time in the waiting line.
>Do you believe in what you see?
>Nine to five, living lies.
>Everyday, stealing time.
>And I shall not scream, but I'd rather not be seen.
>And I'll hide away for another day.
The irony is I looked up the lyrics and found a link to genius and some chucklefuck legit thought this was all about a job and not about life in general. As the lyrics say: There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me. Bloody hell.

>I never wanted a partner
>And I never loved you
>Now you are free to leave

i'll hold your hand user

T-thanks. Will you always be by my side?

>this song which was written to express the frustration with everyone believing everything they're fed has been bastardized by some chuclefuck foolishly thinking it's about getting a job and dealing with coworkers
Why are normies so retarded and simple-minded? Fucking idiot.

> you lose your hand to understand the accident is red
Oh user, I fell it too.

of course

Best Elliott tbph

i personally think s/t is his best album but that song is just... man...

Yeah it was the first song of his I heard and it was mind-blowing. Definitely get a kind of Post-Rock vibe from it.

>To live alone one must be an animal or a God

it was one of my first songs of his too, and yeah, basement on the hill has a much more experimental vibe to it than his other albums, and its great

>Mandatory

all around me
in the air hangs a wreath
of blackest bile, and smoke
that only I can see

I open up my heart
and let it all in
and it kills all my love
and hope for everyone

and it hasn't been easy on you,
I know that more than most.
I am born to be alone,
I am just some lonely ghost

all around us
hangs an air of darkest doom,
and it flows out my lungs
and slowly fills the room

I open up my heart
and stick my fingers in,
but you will never want
what I have to give

>My lifestyle
>Determines my deathstyle

>Could I ever explain this feeling of love?
>It just lingers on
>The fear in my heart that keeps telling me which way to turn