so poorly cast as a malcontent (justanotherme) wrote in song_book,
so poorly cast as a malcontent
justanotherme
song_book

It's funny how the music that matters most to me is about how music matters. Actually, it's not that funny at all, really. It makes perfect sense. I've had a shitty life, not as shitty as some, but shitty enough that I have blocked out years of my life from memory. For a long time, I didn't bother trying to cope. I was pretty much a mess until I found music; My neck really was for a knife, my wrist for a razor. I mean, I had heard music before, but it was the kind that belonged to my parents. I got Napster, and these two songs were some of the first I downloaded. These were my songs. They belonged to me, and the music meant something. Everytime things get bad, I have my songs, and that's all that matters.



do you remember when we couldn't put it away?
do you remember when we couldn't put it away?
do you remember what the music meant?
(to you?) (to me?) (to you?) (to me?)
do you remember what the music meant?

life's complications and frustrations
they disappear when the music starts playing
i found a place where it feels alright
i heard a record and it opened my eyes

do you remember when we couldn't put it away?
do you remember what the music meant?
and nothing else matters
when i turn it up loud

there was that one definitive moment
well, did it meant it to you?
where was that one definitive moment
when it was something new

life's complications and frustrations
they disappear when the music starts playing
i found a place where it feels alright
i heard a record and it opened my eyes

did it mean it to you?

do you remember when we couldn't put it away?
do you remember when we couldn't put it away?
do you remember what the music meant?
and nothing else matters
yeah, nothing else matters
when i turn it up loud
yeah, nothing else matters
when i turn it up loud

....


it's times like these when a neck looks for a knife,
a wrist for a razor, a heart is longing for bullets.
tension is high under sea and over sky.
pressure drop, people are acting foolish.
ooh - but it's easy to see!
ooh - we could dance and be free.
ooh - to that 2-tone beat!
but it looks like it's gone...
gangsters and clowns with a stereotyped sound
it's coming like a ghosst town - someone always knew it.
hatred and shame, a racialist game
cycles of blame - someone sang me through it.
who? well it's easy to see.
ooh - we could dance to be free.
ooh - to that 2-tone beat!
but it looks like it's gone...
i asked jerry, he told terry, terry sang a song just for me,
lynvall gave a message to me,
rhoda screamed and then she asked me,
"where have all the rude boys gone?"
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