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I love Ari Ari Ari. Wdym it's not as good as the Dhurandhar one title track??? It's just as good if not better. I love it.
The title track off of 1987 debut album Musikanervosa by short-lived 1980s Brazilian post-punk band Kafka, presented here on a Bandcamp page run by Renato Mello who played saxophone in this band
people really heard the line βbut Iβm immortal now, baby dolls, I couldnβt [die] if I triedβ and said omg taylor is retiring ππππ
You're traveling with my heart / I hope this is a temporary feeling β My Everything (My Everything)
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Title Track β Death Cab for Cutie β We Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes (2000)
Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength to hammer pillars for a picket fence It wasn't quiet what it seemed, a lack of pleasantries, my able body isn't what it used to be I must admit I was charmed by your advances, your advantage left me helplessly into you Talking how the group had begun to splinter and I could taste your lipstick on the filter I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress but call-response overturns conviction every time My memory cannot recall, a wave of alcohol we shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off Lushing with the hallway congregation, my best judgement signed its resignation I rushed this We moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom
"In a week or so / there'll be nothing left but my fucking bones / so I'll play my ribs like a xylophone / and you'll probably still fucking come to the show" is objectively imo All Time Low's best lyric. Like, you might like another lyric better for personal reasons (I do too!) but you gotta admit it
