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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: Yes, this is love for the first time | ||||
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| Rone | posted on 10-28-2001 @ 10:57 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01  | this pretty much sums up what i'm feeling right now. Dashboard Confessional The Brilliant Dance the painful realization that has all gone wrong. And nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all. So you buried all your lover's clothes and burned the letters lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better. Does it make it any better? And the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade. So this is strange, our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance where nobody leads at all, where nobody leads at all. And the picture frames are facing down and the ringing from this empty sound is deafening and keeping you from sleep. And breathing is a foreign task and thinking's just too much to ask and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights. This is incredible. Starving, insatiable, yes, this is love for the first time. Well you'd like to think that you were invincible. Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt loss for the first time? Well this is the last time  | ||||
| CriticsLoveSnatch i know better than to ask for a status from you mean ol' mods I shall call him mini-FTL | posted on 10-28-2001 @ 12:53 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Dashboard is playing CBGBs in NY this weekend. if i wasn't at school i'd be there. heres another awesome song by him. It's yet to be determined but the air is thick and my hope is feeling warm i'm missing home and i'm glad you're not a part of this there's parts of me that will be missed and the phone is always dead to me so I can't tell you the tempurature is dropping and it feels like it's colder than it oughta be in march and i've still got a day or two ahead of me till i'll be heading home into your arms, again and the people here are asking after you it doesn't make it easier It doesn't make it easier to be away I'd like to hire a plane and see you in the morning when the day is fresh, i'm coming home again coming home again coming home again when the day is fresh, i'm coming home again well, it's warmer where you're waiting it feels more like july there's pillows in their cases and one of those is mine she wrote the words, "I love you" and sprayed it with perfume it's better than the fire is to heat this lonely room it's warmer where you're waiting it feels more like july it feels more like july and it's yet to be determined but the air is thick and my hope is feeling warm I'm missing home and i'm glad you're not a part of this there's parts of me that will be missed and the phone is always dead to me so I can't tell you the tempurature is dropping and it feels like it's colder than it oughta be in march and i've still got a day or two ahead of me till i'll be heading home into your arms, again and the people here are asking after you it doesn't make it easier it doesn't make it easier to be away I'd like to hire a plane and see you in the morning when the day is fresh, i'm coming home again i'm coming home again i'm coming home again when the day is fresh, i'm coming home again  I don't know why I care so much, when I shouldn't care at all | ||||
| itsamiata | posted on 10-28-2001 @ 6:11 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | One of my favorite songs Rone. Dashboard Confessional is really unbeievable. Acoustic guitar with deep heartfelt lyrics that can sometimes bring you to tears. I'd defenitely recommend buying both "The Swiss Army Romance" and "The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most." You wont be disappointed. If anyone knows of bands similar to dashboard please share as I always like finding new music. Screaming Infidelities I'm missing your bed, I never sleep. Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak, and this bottle of beast is taking me home. I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets. You're not alone and you're not discreet. You make sure I know who's taking you home. I'm reading your note over again. There's not a word that I comprehend, except when you signed it "I will always love you forever." As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs and sit alone and wonder how you're making out. But as for me I wish that I was with anyone making out. I'm missing your laugh, how did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as you're pretending. I'm missing your bed, I never sleep. Avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep, and this bottle of beast is taking me home. Your hair, it's everywhere. Screaming infidelities, taking it's wear. | ||||
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