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You were born in KC, Missouri
To a girl who wasn't married
After your birth she brought you to the nursery
Kissed your head and told you not to worry
And then quietly she turned and slipped away
In the elevator her heart began to pound
To the rooftop in her slippers and her gown
On the edge she took one last look around
Then closed her eyes and pushed away
Speeding toward the ground
Through the air without a sound
So gracefully
Twelve flights down, nearly naked on the ground
Skin and tragedy always attract a crowd
And so it was when the policeman came around
He took more than fifty eye-witness accounts
Each one in awe for they'd never seen a girl
So sad and beautiful
Speeding toward the ground
Through the air without a sound
Speeding toward the ground
Through the air without a sound
So gracefully
To a girl who wasn't married
After your birth she brought you to the nursery
Kissed your head and told you not to worry
And then quietly she turned and slipped away
In the elevator her heart began to pound
To the rooftop in her slippers and her gown
On the edge she took one last look around
Then closed her eyes and pushed away
Speeding toward the ground
Through the air without a sound
So gracefully
Twelve flights down, nearly naked on the ground
Skin and tragedy always attract a crowd
And so it was when the policeman came around
He took more than fifty eye-witness accounts
Each one in awe for they'd never seen a girl
So sad and beautiful
Speeding toward the ground
Through the air without a sound
Speeding toward the ground
Through the air without a sound
So gracefully
Lyrics submitted by mimicry
Track duration: 04:20
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If you want to listen to a REAL suicide song in which the protagonist makes a humane, unselfish decision because of his loved ones, listen to "no lies, just love" by bright eyes.
And no, I do not need a kleenex right now or anything of the sort. Gaaah!
go out and experience some mind numbing depression and then come back and tell me how we should all be selfless like our lord and saviour jesus christ was to us.
thats just not how it rolls.
it's a.k.a a stereotype.
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As for the emo debate, I wish it would just go away. Does anyone remember how everything started getting called "alternative" in the 90's? Emo has become the same way, it's a name for anything and everything, including things its pioneers would've hated. That's not saying it's not great music, it's just saying it's not a very useful label.
At the time, I should’ve been writing lyrics for Winners Never Quit, because the lyrics for that record weren’t finished yet and I was coming up against a deadline. I ended up getting distracted by this song.
The first line that came out was, “I was born in KC, Missouri to a girl who wasn’t married.” And that was all I really had. At some point I decided to change it to, “You were born…” because then the perspective has some added depth. And all of a sudden there’s a narrator and a listener that’s implied that caused me to imagine who he’s talking to and what their reaction might be.
From there, I just followed the story. I didn’t know what was going to happen. It just kept building. And by the time I got to the chorus, the girl was up on the roof, taking one last look around. By then I knew what was about to happen, and I stopped there for a while. For about a month I didn’t have anything else ‘til I had to record the song. That’s when I wrote the second verse.
I’m particularly fond of the line, “Skin and tragedy always attract a crowd.” "