Voices in the distance, beautiful
Somebody’s calling beyond control
Have you ever felt desperation?
This whole world is filled with loss
We will regret it when we sleep
Promises never meant to keep
When all of the shadows lead
As a good man’s hiding a dream
Do they know that the world’s on fire?
Time has a price we can’t afford
An empty glass and an open door
You get what you paid for in sweat
And a voice says please don’t forget
Do they know that the world’s on fire?
Do they know that the time is now?
Do they know that you gotta stand up, stand up
Let your voice speak out
Do they know that it’s time?
Caught in a maze you can’t escape
The flickering lights, and the colored lens
The walls that we build just close in
Until we decide to begin
Are we distracted by the sun?
The gleaming jewels, and the beating drums
Is it going the distance we fear?
Have you heard that we’re already here?
Do they know that the world’s on fire?
Do they know that the time is now?
Do they know that you gotta stand up, stand up
Let your voice speak out
Do they know that the world’s on fire?
Do they know that the time is here?
Do they know that you gotta stand up, stand up
Let your voice be clear
Do they know that it’s time?
Some will say we’ve gone too far
We’re on the edge and in too deep
Some will say we’re too far gone
You can’t erase the tragedy
Do they know that the world’s on fire?
Do they know that the time is here?
Do they know that you gotta stand up, stand up
Yeah, you gotta stand up
Do they know that the world’s on fire?
Do they know that the time is here?
Do they know that you gotta stand up, stand up
Let your voice be clear
Do they know that it’s time?
In light of the things I’ve been working on, I think today’s song will have to be Dismantle. Repair. by Anberlin. If the first book of Shades is to have a theme song, this is probably it. Raphel has a definite propensity to cut Saeli to ribbons, turn around, and put her back together again. It’s even a play on words, in a sense: Dis-Mantle.
Anberlin - Dismantle. Repair.
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one last glance from a taxi cab
images scar my mind
for weeks have felt like years
since your full attention was all mine
the night was young and so were we
talked about life, God, death, and your family
didn’t want any promises,
just my undivided honesty, and you said
things are gonna change now for the better
things are gonna change, oh, they’re gonna change
I am the patron saint of lost causes
a fraction of who I once believed
only a matter of time
opinions I would try and rewrite
if life had background music playing your song
I’ve got to be honest, I tried to escape you
but the orchestra plays on, and they sang
things are gonna change now for the better
things are gonna change
hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you
lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
dismantle me down
repair
you dismantle me
you dismantle me
give me time to prove
prove I want the rest of yours
call this a prelude to a lifetime of you
it’s not that I hang on every word
I hang myself on what you repeat
it’s not that I keep hanging on
I’m never letting go
hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you
lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
dismantle me down
repair
you dismantle me
you dismantle me
save me from myself
save me from myself
help me save me from myself
save me from myself
things are gonna change now for the better
things are gonna change
hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you
lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
dismantle me down
repair
you dismantle me
you dismantle me
Since the hubby and I were talking about a specific vampire villain of Briar Rose today, I thought I would post this song by AFI. It’s almost eerily good as a vampire song.
AFI - Love Like Winter
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warn your warmth to turn away,
here it’s December,
everyday
press your lips to the sculptures,
and surely you’ll stay
(love like winter)
for of sugar and ice,
I am made, I am made
it’s in the blood
it’s in the blood
I met my love before I was born
he wanted love,
I taste of blood.
he bit my lip and drank my war,
from years before
she exhales vanilla lace,
I barely dreamt her, yesterday
read the lines in the mirror
through the lipstick trace
por siempre
she said it seems you’re somewhere far away
to his face
it’s in the blood
it’s in the blood
I met my love before I was born
she wanted love,
I taste of blood.
she bit my lip and drank my war,
from years before
love like winter
love like winter, winter…
it’s in the blood
it’s in the blood
I met my love before I was born
he wanted love,
I taste of blood.
he bit my lip and drank my war,
from years before
It’s not even really Within Temptation’s style, but for some reason, I’ve taken a liking to this song. Idealism appeals to me, even if it’s foolish. The world would be darker without it.
Within Temptation - Utopia
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The burning desire to live and roam free
It shines in the dark
And it grows within me
You’re holding my hand but you don’t understand
So where I am going, you won’t be in the end
I’m dreaming in colors
Of getting the chance
Dreaming of trying the perfect romance
The search of the door, to open your mind
In search of the cure of mankind
Help us, we’re drowning
So closed up inside
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
And will the lights die down, telling us who we are?
I’m searching for answers, not given for free
You’re hurting inside, is there life within me?
You’re holding my hand but you don’t understand
So you’re taking the road all alone in the end
I’m dreaming in colors, no boundaries are there
I’m dreaming the dream, and I’ll sing to share
In search of the door, to open your mind
In search of the cure of mankind
Help us, we’re drowning
So closed up inside
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia
Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain, down on utopia?
And when the lights die down, telling us who we are
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia
Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia
And when the lights die down, telling us who we are