submissions
| Dashboard Confessional – A Plain Morning Lyrics
| 15 years ago
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I love this song. I’ve loved it since it first came out, and I still do, though the meaning has recently shifted in my mind. My boyfriend is on a year-long deployment right now: these lyrics comfort me, and they became something entirely new when he left.. They are words that could come straight from his mouth: I’m glad you’re not a part of this (war), there are parts of me that will be missed (some innocence, he’s changing so much…), the phone is always dead to me (he and I can barely ever communicate…he doesn’t even have a phone and mine is truly dead to me)… The heat he feels — 100 degrees at least daily. The irony in my mind of the temperature is dropping — not literally but inside. It’s warmer where I’m waiting, because of the love, the comfort of home, the gentle heat of summer time in Pennsylvania not the scorching heat of an Iraqi desert. It’s colder than it ought to be, the coldness of war, hate and desperation he’s surrounded with... The pillowcase line kills me, no one knows what it’s like to sleep in a comfortable bed every night, a bed that is supposed to be shared, while the one you love more than anything else is sleeping in a foxhole… Unless they’ve loved and lived through a deployment. This I’m sure is not the intended meaning of the song, but now it is to me. The lyrics wrap me up when he cannot. The way these simple words are put together in a way that can so explicitly describe what’s inside my own heart, and his heart, overwhelms me. |
submissions
| OneRepublic – Come Home Lyrics
| 15 years ago
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I was at a small cafe concert of One Republic's. Right before they played this song, Ryan Tedder told a little story. One of his best friends had just proposed to his girlfriend, whom he had been dating for years. Right after the man proposed, he found out he was being deployed to Iraq. Tedder wrote this song for them. I loved this song then and I love it even more now, as my boyfriend is currently serving in Iraq. The fight for him is all I've ever known, while his world and his fight is much bigger...
Come home |
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| Ingrid Michaelson – The Hat Lyrics
| 15 years ago
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Recently I found the program I used to download music while I was in college. The program had since been shut down, the songs wouldn't play. All I was left with was a list of the music that took me through college. Anyways. I went though hundreds of song titles, finally coming to this one. I take comfort in this song, it reminds me of my first boyfriend obviously. We were together for five years. We started dating in high school and grew up together. Once at college, we slept tangled up in each other in my tiny twin sized bed. He was perfect, I can't recall one time he was mean to me. Yet it ended. He will always be my first love, and I do always think about him at Christmastime... |
submissions
| Dashboard Confessional – A Plain Morning Lyrics
| 15 years ago
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I love this song. I’ve loved it since it first came out, and I still do, though the meaning has recently shifted in my mind. My boyfriend is on a year-long deployment right now: these lyrics comfort me, and they became something entirely new when he left.. They are words that could come straight from his mouth: I’m glad you’re not a part of this (war), there are parts of me that will be missed (some innocence, he’s changing so much…), the phone is always dead to me (he and I can barely ever communicate…he doesn’t even have a phone and mine is truly dead to me)… The heat he feels — 100 degrees at least daily. The irony in my mind of the temperature is dropping — not literally but inside. It’s warmer where I’m waiting, because of the love, the comfort of home, the gentle heat of summer time in Pennsylvania not the scorching heat of an Iraqi desert. It’s colder than it ought to be, the coldness of war, hate and desperation he’s surrounded with... The pillowcase line kills me, no one knows what it’s like to sleep in a comfortable bed every night, a bed that is supposed to be shared, while the one you love more than anything else is sleeping in a foxhole… Unless they’ve loved and lived through a deployment. This I’m sure is not the intended meaning of the song, but now it is to me. The lyrics wrap me up when he cannot. The way these simple words are put together in a way that can so explicitly describe what’s inside my own heart, and his heart, overwhelms me. |
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