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So the kids on the internet say that you're a big noise,
you made the message board top ten.
a thousand bucks to sing your verse and chorus,
until their alcohol's all gone.
you need an hour to clean thorns off of roses
from the florist on peidmont.
maybe they'll say that your big noise voice was golden
when your at the funeral home.
well they remember more than ever
but i guess we'll never know.
if they'll remember it was more than ever
and you were so excited yesterday...
you said you were living loud under the tree tops in the forest dark,
but no one knew your name at the local open mic tonight...
you'll only be famous in your underground,
you've been miss ohio's nameless in her evening gown,
and when your voice is wasted and you've lost your sound,
you'll know where your plane is when it's going down.
we'll barrell and bag up the fallen leaves
you made the message board top ten.
a thousand bucks to sing your verse and chorus,
until their alcohol's all gone.
you need an hour to clean thorns off of roses
from the florist on peidmont.
maybe they'll say that your big noise voice was golden
when your at the funeral home.
well they remember more than ever
but i guess we'll never know.
if they'll remember it was more than ever
and you were so excited yesterday...
you said you were living loud under the tree tops in the forest dark,
but no one knew your name at the local open mic tonight...
you'll only be famous in your underground,
you've been miss ohio's nameless in her evening gown,
and when your voice is wasted and you've lost your sound,
you'll know where your plane is when it's going down.
we'll barrell and bag up the fallen leaves
Lyrics submitted by Rennehana
Track duration: 02:54
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Fucking empty"
Yoni: Killer
So the kids on the internet say you're a big noise
You made the message board top ten
A thousand bucks to sing your verse and chorus
Until their alcohol's all gone
It ain't an hour to clean thorns off of roses
From the florist on Piedmont.
Maybe they'll say your big noise voice was golden
when you're at the funeral home.
Will they remember more than embers?
But I guess we'll never know.
If they'll remember it was more embers
And you were so excited
yesterday.
You said you were living loud
under the treetops in the forest dark
But no-one knew your name at the local open mic tonight.
You'll only be famous
in the underground
Even Miss Ohio's nameless
in their evening gown
and when your voice is wasted
and you've lost your sound,
you'll know where your plane is
when it's going down.
We'll barrel and bag up the falling leaves.
Am I sick to think I look best under fluorescent lights...
or in a the cramped-corpse light of an airplane bathroom?
The point (I think) being that when Miss Ohio is on stage at a beauty contest or whatever, everyone pays attention to her, but when she goes home at night she isn't a beauty queen, she's just some random ordinary person. She isn't wearing the sash that reads Miss Ohio anymore, and is thus nameless.
He's saying that however famous you are in some circle, in a different situation you're a nobody.