*calls into the Tumblr void*
If there are still any Something Corporate fans around, how are we all doing after the latest 2 releases?
Bc I. am. loving. them. The vibe? Immaculate. The lyricism? Exemplary. The music? A vibe. 10/10. Please lord let them come to Australia
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sometimes perfection can be
it can be perfect hell, perfect hell
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Everything In Transit is a perfect album and I will die happily on that hill.
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Give me something to believe in,
A breath from the breathing
So write it down,
I don't think that I'll close my eyes
Cause lately I'm not dreaming
So what's the point in sleeping?
It's just that at night,
I've got nowhere to hide
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MFEO.
Made for each other.
It was one of the songs I thought of as us, me and the boy with the doc martens and the sad backstory. I didn't know yet, how bad he was going to hurt me. How we'd tear each other apart.
But then, maybe I did know. Maybe some part of me could feel it coming even then, all the pain and misery and heartbreak.
Because it never was a love song.
MFEO by Jack's Mannequin
Oh, maybe we were made for each other. Is it possible for the world to look this way forever?
The chorus's sentimental words, the melody's relentlessly cheerful tone - it almost sells it. Almost convinces you that the verses are about being young and free and full of love and life.
Almost.
I'm always in the haze of a car crash, the orange air bag dust covers everything... everything...
That line... it's not right. Aren't we happy? Aren't we young and free, getting high with our friends without a care in the world? Don't we wish this could last forever?
The vocals rise desperately, then fracture under their own weight and fall back. But the melody, manic and unforgiving, drags the song on into the chorus again.
Oh, maybe we were made for each other. Is it possible for the world to look this way forever?
But this time, the vocals' exhaustion wins out, pulling the melody down with it. The song slows. The music fades.
And then, just as it seems like it's going to come to an end, a new piano riff comes in, soft and tentative and delicate. Then the bass. Then the drums and the guitar and the vocals, humming out the new chorus.
You can breathe. You can breathe now. You can breathe, but the air is running out.
And the verses now turn to desperation, to temptation, to "just one last time".
You cannot forget. Skin new. Hands true. My hands all over you. So what's another night? The seat's rolled back, they can't see through.
The song finally comes to an end with the drums taking centre stage, beating out a relentless, insistent rhythm as both choruses echo weakly over each other.
Maybe, maybe we were made for each other. You can breathe but the air is running out. And maybe, maybe, the world can look like this forever.
It brings the song full circle. Maybe we are made for each other. Maybe we're made to self-destruct, together. Maybe we're made to suffocate each other. And maybe it's worth it, to keep the last echoes of that manic high we had before.
MFEO.
Made for each other.
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But I’ve gone and let my impulse be my guide,
And on that note I’ll be defenseless for sometime
Hey Hayley quick question where was the first time Fall Out Boy got genuine national exposure
Right one tree hill
Follow up do you know how vital network television was in reviving Punk scene
Tollin Robbins
Huge production comp for Viacom
The very outlet that broke you
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