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• Artiste: Anchors
• Titre: Floyding It
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Well the words all come out so strained, and the songs all sound the same, and the heart is there but the strength is gone and the notes fall out of time. And it's not for lack of trying, but I just can't get it right, it's so flat and weak and boring and it's all my fucking fault. So just hold it, hold it, keep it together now, just hold it. Because it's got me losing sleep, and I just can't seem to keep this thing alive. Well it starts with the snap of the sound of the snare drum, I breathe and I'm flat and I'm fucked and now I'm drowned out. And I can't sing to save my soul, it's straight to hell from here on in. And now the lights come on and the crowd moves in, and when it's on I've got nothing to say because I drank it away so just play and I'll try to keep my shit together for tonight, but I won't lie, it's not looking good at all. Because I'm far too fucking gone, and it's been this way for much too long and you said to me “Come on, tell me honestly, when you drink like you do how do you expect to stay as sharp as you want man? You're such a fucking wreck, and you can't sing to save your soul, it's straight to hell from here on in.” And the worst part is I know you're right and I'll say the same again next time because it's hard to change, but I guess it's even harder to stay the same. And all the hours spent sweating it out in the back of a van just to fall into background noise will never be enough for the cheap talk of a scene that sold its soul to a glowing screen, we don't belong here, we don't deserve this, we haven't earned this. We don't belong here at all.