G-therz - The Jazz Trap Age album review
G-therz - The Jazz Trap Age is an experimental album of jazz music and trap music. This album helped set the standard in Jazz Trap music in 2022. G-therz is one of those pioneers participating in a fusion of jazz and trap music. G-therz is also one of the first musicians to ever make Jazz Trap music. Many of the songs are piano driven and use a tenor saxophone solo. G-therz makes his Jazz Trap sound his signature by combining the melodies of jazz and the drums of trap music together. However he is known for much more than flowing on beats though. Trap music from New Jersey. Who would have expected?
Milestones discusses how G-therz is reaching milestones at around about midnight with strife. It's the rebirth of the cool. Milestones is backed by a super delicate piano and jazzy trumpet solo over trap beats performed in the key of B major. This is an example of a jazz trap song.
G-therz fucking cusses in rhymes like he is the Asian Dolomite. This Pinoy has got it cooking but it ain't adobo rice. Motherfuckers know that he slays the open mics. He protrudes the sickest rhythm, So don't say your flow as nice.
He is reaching milestones at around about midnight with strife. Got you bitches brewing because this powerhouse spits tight. More striking than lightning. He’ll without a doubt hit twice. Anyone can see with G-therz in the room that he’s been miles ahead, It's the rebirth of the cool. So why the fuck should he hear some weak verses from you? When you should've known that shit from researching the dude.
G-therz calls himself a Stanley Kubrick type perfectionist even though he puts out music in quite a consecutive manner. He’s got the crowds' heads moving like the Exorcist. Note the reference to the Exorcist movie. Spewing rhymes so effortless proving he's the best at this. While all you get is boos. Whereas he’s put into risk everything that he’s got. When he learned the con way from a king to a god. You can tell he thinks outside the box.
His lines create jams more than the turnpike traffic. He melt microphones with a burn like acid. While you bitches not see the truth like Third Reich fascists. You flow like the Titanic doomed to go sinking. Speak with some bass from your chest like Tuvan throat singing. And that certainly is deep. His vision's such a marvel but you couldn't faze him, bitches. He is fucking atheistic. This lead is more lethal than the Newark water during the Newark water crisis.
G-therz sure brought the heat like the Human Torch scorched you. Going H.A.M. in this bitch like it's fucking pork slaughter. This shit is mandatory like a fucking court order. You pussies got skin thinner than some rice paper. He’ll infiltrate the game like how hackers mine data.
Swing My Way uses an upbeat swing sample of a vintage horn driven swing song behind some of those trap beats while Sarah Lambert sings a lovely jazz melody. G-therz is the one with the jazz trap eminence.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, put your hands together for the one and only G-therz!
He is so lovely and more bubbly than champagne the way with how he manages to steal the spotlight. G-therz is from the school of hard knocks and no cappin’. But he’s the type of fella that's more old fashioned. Calling the shots like the Sultan of Swat. The big hitter swingin' that no one can stop. All the honeys knowin' that he’s got the funky flow. Blaring out like the brass of Buddy Bolden. He got the crowds amazed when he raps out on stage because he is charismatic like Cab Calloway. Sounding great because he is that magnificent.
G-therz is the one with the jazz trap eminence. Roarin' like the 20s (1920s). So he’ll bring it back in again.
Others may imitate, but they aren’t half as interesting. No other hip hopper here can spit hotter. He gets his two step on.
He likes a lady that's bad and boujee because he ain't the type chasing after groupies. He’s no goof from a Chaplin movie. But is he still a man of honor? Absolutely. The night's still young. He’d love it with a woman though. He’ll head to the city and go club at the Blue Note with her. Maybe then take her to a classy restaurant to set the vibe to feel like a jazzy renaissance. But he is fine if she wants to go and party on ike the city of New Orleans, Louisiana during Mardi Gras. So let's groove with the swing. But right now G-therz is just doing his thing.
Fuego Szn is a dance song which you can feel in your body. The song uses a rhythmic sounding flute that just circulates all over the place. Can you feel it in your body?
G-therz has got this shit jammin' like Onyx in this bitch slammin' and wildin' out to the drum line. He just has a pair of loose screws. What can I say? G-therz is like Pacquiao with the punches though. Even when after rum and coke. It's 24/7 "fuck it" mode. So with all his will, he’s gonna scream and shout.
Going for rounds like a gunslinger when he comes back for another shot. And he ain't feeling sorry she he’s off the Bacardi. G-therz is off the wall but I don't dance around like Michael Jackson. He ain't blacking out. He’s just zoning to the rhythm. G-therz can feel the liquor and the music flowing through his system.
When he starts to feel that buzz, that's when he gets crackin'. But this here is no night in Tunisia. Still he doesn't miss a beat. Tapping his foot to the sound. There's some fine ladies here that have got him lookin' around. You would freeze up like him if you had seen this diva looking like as if she's the Girl from Ipanema. (Ipanema is a neighborhood in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil.) I swear, you ain't seen a señorita quite as gracious. She looked at G-therz like he was famous.
Put Ya Hands Up is a jazz trap song that will certainly make you move it and make you lose it. You gon' feel that bass that'll makes you go stupid.
If y'all know what the deal is, then put ya hands up! If you up on some real shit, then put ya hands up! You feeling like a million bucks ($)? Then put ya hands up! We gon' tear up the building! This is the anthem!
G-therz style is looking wild like Busta Rhymes videos. You're dealing with a real life force of nature
Because lyrically G-therz is built like Schwarzenegger. He formed the fiercest free flows that are forever phenomenal. Flipping off frauds and foes expecting a flop or fold. He is fortified from fazing forging fire from flawless rhymes. Frankly just for fun of fast flaunting before your eyes with a flow colder than a Russian winter. He is a spitter nastier than the Hudson River making jazz trap music. The baddest at it in the upper apparatus. You just have to blast this, flex on 'em like it's acrobatics. Ballin' with the jazz, but this ain't Utah, bitch.
Yes, yes, y'all. He ain't been playing around. He’s been kicking it like Rick James on your couch. Fuck your couch.Taking over the rap game like a stage coup. So poetic like Langston Hughes on these 808s and blues. Defying order like a rebel like Ahsoka Tano.
He’s got the track bumping more than driving over potholes. Time to kick it up a notch like there's no tomorrow. You couldn't spit with the fucking best. You ain't this sick in the head. Not even close to a superstar, but like Bruno Mars, he’s drippin' finesse. Outrunning these rappers track for track that now he has got you twisting your necks.
G-therz is that Filipino that be killing these flows and instrumentals and rip 'em to shreds. G-therz has got a tribe of musicians that got the jazz. Don't ya know this dude spittin' the hottest raps? He makes punchlines hit like when the belt whips it.
Forever Frantic explains how G-therz has been forever frantic going about in endless panic for of his all time on this hectic planet. Forever Frantic is a crazy jazz trap song that follows an uptempo pace.
G-therz has been forever frantic going about in endless panic for of his all time on this hectic planet.
He doesn't even know how he ever managed. It might seem kinda crazy to see. But he thinks time has made him believe it's like an illusion with time moving slow and fast simultaneously.
And he has got a thousand thoughts racing scattering in anything but in formation (information). He doesn't know if he has got any more patience when he is turning into a psych ward patient. With his mentality, he really can't have vacations because it feels like procrastination. Got no time to play like what Guru said. Nothing but work post-graduation.
This reminds him of biking on Takolusa because he’s tryna up climb this hill. He doesn't know when he’s supposed to grind until when there's no sight of time to chill. This shit has been in the back of his mind as everybody is passing through time It's amazing how much we have been through in what feels like a flash in your eyes. Don't you feel that you're out of time? It's too late and there's no rewind. In this crazy world.
G-therz felt like it was starting ever since the days of kindergarten because year after year for 5 days of the week, we were all constantly given jargon And does that bullshit even matter? When at the end, you just need to stash up wasting that time and stressing out over bullshit when G-therz is tryna be a rapper. As a kid, he thought shit was dope when we're older. But no one mentioned the bigger load on our shoulders.
Now it seems like retirement or death are the only times that he knows when it's over. Because he remembers back in those days when it was all about Legos and Nerf guns. He reminisces and yes it was sure fun. Because nowadays he’s gotta get all this work done. For all of these years he’s been putting in work, when does he enjoy the fruits of labor?
He doesn't wanna do it when he is too old to do so. Don't tell him to do it later. He will sacrifice school, sleep or his social life. And everyday there's a new problem for him. He wishes he was a kid again. It was going nice when shit felt consequence free.
He’s too young to have bags under his eyes. But that quarantine made it more extreme. He doubts his brain is functioning right. It's beyond being not consistent. His sleep schedule now is non-existent. Keeps on pushing back in a constant cycle.
But is it the right move to forfeit when he is developing unhealthy habits. Because he is just too exhausted. He didn't need a doctor to tell me that shit. And he just finished my 5-hour Energy. So his eyes open wide now and fidgety. No time to vibe out and sit at ease.
Best I Never Had explained how G-therz was taking zero chances with these damn romances. He has doubts about any woman loving him.
G-therz is taking zero chances with these damn romances. It's not like there is only one woman for him on this whole planet. He’s gotten number to it since he is usually rejected by woman he attempts to flirt with. He is sounding fucking stupid because truthfully speaking, he is desperate.
His bets are that they'll never last. He need sto face the facts. It'd really be a game of craps on these here dating apps. If he evеn makes a match, it's with girls that he’s met bеfore. And he ain't exactly known to have the best rapport.
But what if a match was true? Looking back on second thought. And the timing wasn't right, So their paths have never crossed.
It’s got him wondering on how things could've played out and if all the right cards were then put in place now. Maybe he just bailed out because he was overreacting though. Now he is really thinking if they both are compatible. If it was for real, he doesn't know if they might ever last. But now he has to live with the decisions that were bad because she was the best he never had.
Although he thinks that nowadays, it ain't as probable. He might've actually been happy if they made it possible. They got common music interests.That's something rare to him. But based on his experience, there was no guarantee because the risk wasn't worth it. Even with a given chance. He couldn't muster up the courage. He should've been the bigger man.
Like if he went up and said, “You're really beautiful.” It's safe to say he doesn't think the feeling's mutual. What's the use of tryna hold onto fantasies? When he is pretty much hopeless romantically. He bets the thought of them painted an image differently whereas the reality ain't what he pictured mentally because these love languages, he does not know fluently. These are the consequences of missing those opportunities because now you're already taken, that's on me for hesitating. Saying you're the best I never had. That's wishful desperation.
The words Sydney Atkinson was singing during the bridge were sung in the French language.
[Bridge: Sydney Atkinson]
Je veux te tenir dans mes bras
Vivre la vie juste toi et moi
Mais pour toi je ne suis rien
Tu as mon cœur je n'ai pas le tien
Here is the translation in English.
[Bridge: Sydney Atkinson]
I want to hold you in my arms
Live the life just you and me
But for you I am nothing
You have my heart I don't have yours
It’s mo' money, mo' problems on Price to Pay. The song deals with the concept of money.
Another day, another dollar. But it's mo' money, mo' problems. Tryna get by on the day to day. Just to maintain. What's the price to pay?
For the love of money, it gets fucking ugly. Especially in a game where everyone is hungry. The power of the dollars when you're on your own hustle. You don't even know if you think G-therz had no struggle. Though G-therz from the 'Del, home of the rich and fabulous. He was no trust fund baby that lived in lavishness. If he was, he’d be like 'em rappеrs flossin' now. But he doesn't have cash to toss around.
It's just him investing and putting in effort. Tying to kick in the door and to get his foot in the music business. Still got sacrifices made. That's the price to pay.
The system's outdated. But can he even do it with no solid foundation? There's leeches out there are preying. They don't see potential. They're just seeking for the quickest pay. Then quarantine came and fucked up his momentum. Most of this game is fucking sleazy with greed. Know that it's strictly business. No EPMD.
G-therz didn't earn a degree just to work at Marshalls after. He’s tryna get a slot for a verse with Marshall Mathers. He wants his best talents to be paying off and make it real so that he don't need side job to pay the bills. But to trade his all for nothin' ain't worth the price to pay. Can't trust this music industry lacking human empathy. That isn't gonna back you unless what you produce is gimmicky. Not worth losing dignity over stupid trickery.
808 Blues is 808s and Heartbreaks in jazz trap music form. 808 Blues deals with depression.
Depression is a motherfucker. Because everyday he is just stressing and suffering. It's like a plague lurking through his veins surging. A great burden that became worsened. Deteriorating to downright dysfunctional. His demeanor's detrimental and quite destructive though. Please understand that he wasn't born cynical. But this shit around him gave me a war driven mold. Because it seems that it all happens adequately. How will it evеn out with the odds stacked against him?
He can't play his cards right if he is always dealt a bad hand. Waiting for this shit to go his way is a hella fat chance. Most of the time he isn’t the cause of conflict. Either way, it's more than constant that he is forced upon it. His stubbornness got him stuck in stupid people fights.
The globe's so dissonant. We didn't need a lockdown to be social distancing. The anxiety and guilt slowly eats hid conscience. I'm just being honest. He can barely keep it modest.
Ain't nothing new to this. Just a muse for blue music that is 808 Blues. He guzzles bottles drunk in sorrow, saying, "fuck tomorrow". He can hear the sadness in the horn of Miles Davis. He reached the far side and can't keep running away. G-therz is no sucker for pain, but is too stubborn to change. It's been so normalized that he ain't in the right mind.
That the last happy day feels like a different lifetime. He thought this all be past reflections while he grows from adolescence. But his scatterbrain is all running rampant asking questions. Like why's there always something that he must feel guilty for? Because what the fuck is making him the target? Where he is rejected and neglected like a piece of garbage. For once, he wants to be the top priority. But the beef doesn't end because he’s gotta fight wars with him.
Out of Touch dealt with G-therz insecurities when he was in high school. He was a wandering kid and never belonged to a clique. He wasn't into theater, but he had drama and shit. If only you knew of the nights he spent locked away working on beats like he was the next Dr. Dre. He didn't have no class when they're suckers tryna oust him.
G-therz is talk of the town from bullshit gossiping rumors. They know him but hate him, Hence he is a popular loser. But at the end it felt like a smack in the face because it was rigged by punks who really hate him. Two-faced faux friends tryna humiliate him. Don't believe these bad actors and ass backwards backstabbers. He had to rap battle his way back in the days.
It's all such familiar faces. But not the same embracement. This feeling that we're changin’. So now we're distant strangers. This drama's just too much. And now G-therz is out of touch.
Hiro Kamo seeks cures for insecurities. He used to care what people thought but thoughts like that burden him. So reprimand him cordially. Being extroverted was a front. More like a sport to him. And if you cared where he was at, don't check up on him quarterly. He’s making new friends. Cut him some slack off the rope just to tie loose ends. He’s out of touch too.
Comedy is the remedy for Yoni P. You get beat up by the punchline. Yoni P sees through your lies from eye to eye. Incentivized to go all nuts. And energized to run a muck.
Yoni P must've been so out of luck by the way you've been acting up. Not even holding onto these emotions. Keep on flowing through the ocean. You must've had a lobotomy. So who's out of touch here, honestly?
G-therz wasn't playing no games straight out the gate. And he ain't gonna change. So stay in your lane. If you say it in the vain, then he’s raging like Bane. He’s burning bridges with fakes into flames because so many became so estranged. They remained in hid way of chasing the fame. Nothing but useless weight on his brain. Again, feelings are hard to amend.
G-therz said he’ll make it in music. But most motherfuckers doubt that because they would say he’s just stupid and his sound is trash. Which on the surface doesn't sound bad. He’s sick of claims that they got his best interest at heart. So called friends that prey on him never were shit from the start. Fuck 'em. G-therz is never forcing a sound that is watered down for himself and the sake of hip hop/rap. He just wrote bars on a beat to go hard.
What Lies Ahead is about how G-therz will try/tried his best to chase that success that lies ahead and what lies ahead.
G-therz tried his best to chase that success. No one can expect what lies ahead. G-therz heard the world is his from Nas and Scarface. But he had to learn it was not the hard way. Especially if he wants to go full time. Which has forced him to be the lone wolf kind. He is at the crossroads of destiny. Striving for the most success is what his goal is. He doesn't know where he’s going yet on this road ahead. The pressure hasn't folded him, but he ain't at the summit. It might seem like a pipe dream. But G-therz claims he don't know what's best.
He doesn't know now if this type of life is worthy. There's such an immense weight on his shoulders that he can't put aside or wait until it's over. And it gets heavier with days getting closer.
What's better? Depressed in truth or blissful in lies? If you don't even know which world is fictionalized, you begin to realize when your mental is fried. Then you just hate the way that you're living your life. Because we live in a world with no safety net. We were taught to learn that since making baby steps. There's so many roadblocks that you could not expect.
5/5*****!!
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Blue Man Group - The Complex album review
Blue Man Group - The Complex is a more vocal album from the trio Blue Man Group. This album uses a mixture of songs that are instrumentals and songs that have vocals. That is how and why The Complex is a more vocal album from the trio Blue Man Group. Blue Man Group - The Complex is a unique and interesting world music album that is very unclassifiable to many people. The ways of how Blue Man Group can turn any given object into a musical instrument is absolutely amazing and is absolutely staggering.
The way Blue Man Group used PVC pipes as instruments on the song What Is Rock is absolutely amazing and is absolutely staggering. The way they lowered the pipes made different pitch shifts and different notes is amazing. They are masters at using PVC pipes as instruments.
Up To The Roof is a heavy rock song which uses a mixture of PVC pipes, drums, and loud guitars. Up To The Roof is about finding the truth. You'll find the truth. Time to make this climb. To rise above. This room and all of you. No matter what the cost is. Don't care if it's not that way. I'm taking the fire escape up to the roof. The stairs didn't lead me anywhere.But I'd rather look at the sky than wonder why. I let you take my time to make this climb to rise above. And when I get up that high, I don't know what I'll find. You'll find the truth.
5/5*****!!
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Puddle of Mudd - Come Clean album review
Puddle of Mudd - Come Clean was released at a time when emo rock was becoming mainstream and no longer just an underground fad. Come Clean is what can be described as a product from/of the second wave of the grunge era. The album had memorable hard rock emo hits such as Control, She Hates Me (She Fucking Hates Me), and Blurry. Honestly Puddle of Mudd - Come Clean is one of the best emo rock albums of 2001 and is one of the best grunge albums of 2001.
She Hates Me is the emo grunge breakup song for all the emos out there who can relate to being betrayed or cheated on. The 2000s breakup anthem.
Here is a story about a man who fell in love with a girl who thought she loved him but really fucking hated his guts. He realizes he was living one big lie after their relationship deteriorated in just less than a month.
This man met a girl who he thought she was grand. They fell in love. Their relationship went well for a week or two. Somehow their relationship deteriorated and fell apart in just less than a month. Then it all came unglued. It was at that point he found out first hand that she didn’t really love him. He is in a trap. This is a trip he can't grip. He never thought he’d be the one who'd slip. Then he started to realize he was living one big lie. She fucking hates him.
He tried too hard and she tore his feelings like he had none. And ripped them away. She was queen for about an hour. After that, shit got sour. She took all he ever had. No sign of guilt from her. Not feeling so bad. He learned his lesson and so did she. Now it's over and he’s glad because he is a fool for all he’s said.
Here is how the lyrics should have been wrote if/had there been an alternate version of this song whether be a demo or a rough draft.
[Verse 1]
Met a girl, thought she was grand
Fell in love, found out first hand
Went well for a week or two
Then it all came unglued
[Pre-Chorus]
In a trap I can't grip
Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
Then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
[Chorus]
She fucking hates me
Trust
She fucking hates me
La la la love
I tried too hard
And she tore my feelings like I had none like a shotgun
And ripped them away like a grenade
[Verse 2]
She was queen for about an hour
After that, shit got sour
She took all I ever had
No sign of guilt
Not feeling bad, no
[Pre-Chorus]
In a trap I can't grip
Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
Then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
[Chorus]
She fucking hates me
Trust
She fucking hates me
La la la love
I tried too hard
And she tore my feelings like I had none
And ripped them away
[Bridge]
That's my story, as you see
Learned my lesson and so did she
Now it's over and I'm glad
Cause I'm a fool for all I've said
[Chorus]
She fucking hates me
Trust
She fucking hates me
La la la love
I tried too hard
And she tore my feelings like I had none
And ripped them away
[Outro]
La la la la la la la la la love
Trust
La la la la la la la la la love
Trust
La la la la la la la la la love
And she tore my feelings like a shotgun
La la la la la la la la la love
She fucking hates me
[Verse 1]
Met a girl, thought she was grand
Fell in love, found out first hand
Went well for a week or two
Then it all came unglued
[Pre-Chorus]
In a trap I can't grip
Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
Then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
[Chorus]
She fucking hates me
Trust
She fucking hates me
La la la love
I tried too hard
And she tore my feelings like a shotgun
And ripped them away like a grenade
[Verse 2]
She was queen for about an hour
After that, shit got sour
She took all I ever had
No sign of guilt
Not feeling bad, no
[Pre-Chorus]
In a trap I can't grip
Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
Then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
[Chorus]
She fucking hates me
Trust
She fucking hates me
La la la love
I tried too hard
And she tore my feelings like a shotgun
And ripped them away like a grenade
[Bridge]
That's my story, as you see
Learned my lesson and so did she
Now it's over and I'm glad
Cause I'm a fool for all I've said
[Chorus]
She fucking hates me
Trust
She fucking hates me
La la la love
I tried too hard
And she tore my feelings like like a shotgun
And ripped them away like a grenade
[Outro]
La la la la la la la la la love
Trust
La la la la la la la la la love
Trust
La la la la la la la la la love
And she tore my feelings like I had none
La la la la la la la la la love
She fucking hates me
Control explains how Wes loves the ways his woman controls him including his body. The song explains their controlling relationship thoroughly. He needs her to control him.
Wes love the way his woman looks at her. He feels the pain she places inside in a subverted manner. She locks Wes up inside her dirty cage. While he’s alone inside his mind, he likes to teach her all the rules. He gets to see them set in stone. He likes it when she chains him to the bed. (An act of BSDM. kinky.) But then her secrets never show. He needs her to control him. This is evident.
He loves the way she rakes his skin. He loves the way she smacks his ass. Wes feels the hate she places inside him. There's no expressions on her face. He hopes that someday she will let me go and release hm from his dirty cage. He finds that she is not one for him yet he still loves all the things she does to him.
These lyrics indicate that Wes is into kinky acts of BSDM.
I love the way you look at me
I feel the pain you place inside
You lock me up inside your dirty cage
I love the way you rake my skin
I feel the hate you place inside
I hope that someday you will let me go
Release me from my dirty cage
I like it when you chain me to the bed
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
These lyrics are more direct references that Wes is into kinky acts of BSDM.
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the way you rake my skin
I like it when you chain me to the bed
You lock me up inside your dirty cage
5/5*****!!
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Yellowcard - Paper Walls album review
Yellowcard - Paper Walls is an album of hope filled with hopeful pop songs. The bright hopeful pop album was well received by fans and critics alike back in 2007. Yellowcard’s signature sound from Sean Mackin’s violin solos can be heard on this album.
Dear Bobbie is a wistful memorable song is about the love story between Ryan Key’s grandparents that was inspired by the letter his grandfather wrote for his grandmother Bobbie. His grandfather Kevin wrote the letter for his grandmother Bobbie. The song features recordings of his 87 year-old grandfather reading a love letter to his wife. Talk about romantic.
The song summed up the 58-year relationship between Key’s grandparents perfectly. The words Ryan Key wrote to go with the song seem to pale in comparison to hearing him speak. The point view in this song is coming from a man who has been in World War II and traveled the world. A man who has seen and done it all. He’s been married and in love with the same woman for 58 years. You can hear it in his voice.”
Here is what the letter his grandfather Kevin wrote for his grandmother Bobbie said.
"Do you remember when you were young and very pretty? I do.
I remember pleated skirts, black and white saddle shoes.
Do you remember dancing that night? I do.
I still think of you when we dance,
Although we can't jitterbug as we did then."
"Do you remember the times we would give up on each other and get back together?
Then we finally was married in 1949.
We drove the yellow convertible all night long.
Do you remember? I do."
"You have gray hair now, but you're a beautiful woman
And the years have been good to both of us.
We walk slow now, but we still have each other.
The glue of love is still bonding us together
Love is what I remember. Do you remember?"
At the beginning of the song, Kevin asks Bobbie about their younger days when Bobbie remembers when she was young and very pretty. Kevin remembers their younger days when Bobbie was young and very pretty. Kevin remembers pleated skirts and bobby socks along with black and white saddle shoes.
He still thinks of her when they dance. Although they can't jitterbug as they did then. The jitterbug was a kind of popular dance in the 1930s and 1940s which required dancers to move and jump. Now that they’re old, they can’t jump anymore due to aging and declining health leading to physical ailments. But they still want to dance together.
1945 was the year Bobbie opened Kevin’s blue eyes to see a whole new life. He told Bobbie that if she was by his side when everyday begins that he’ll fall for her again. He made a promise when he told Bobbie this that night. He’ll be fine because when he dies, then he die loving her. Then they finally were married in 1949. They drove the yellow convertible all night long. He also asked her if she remember the times they would give up on each other and get back together.
Life has led them here together all these years. This house that they have made holds 20,000 days and memories they have saved since life has lead them here. Kevin’s coming home to Bobbie. Slipping off his shoes and resting in his chair. He sees her standing there. The silver in her hair. Bobbie has gray hair now, but she is a beautiful woman. And the years have been good to both of them. They walk slow now, but they still have each other. The glue of love is still bonding them together. Love is what he remembers. Does she remember?
Five Becomes Four is about former guitarist Ben Harper who was kicked out of the band in 2005 after some tension within the band.
Yellowcard needed some time to recover and little strength to redefine after they kicked former guitarist Ben Harper out of the band in 2005. Yellowcard was riding out the storm that Ben brought in. Bringing it down on them. How did Ben end up in that crowd? Will be still hear them singing anymore when five becomes four?
Ben has criticized for having no melody. That is what the lyrics “When you're all alone with no melody” expose. This can be attributed to their struggling disconnection between their breakout album Ocean Avenue.
Verse 2 explains some of the backstory of Ben Harper got kicked out of Yellowcard. Ben let his pride and fame get to his head.
[Verse 2]
Try and put aside your history and pride
Maybe for one moment in time
We'll all be on your side
The story goes
Nobody knows
What it was like when you would throw
Someone who cared out in the air
Then let them crash down anywhere
5/5*****!!
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Demonix - Demonix album review
Demonix - Demonix is one of the more perverted and pleasuring rock albums which is quite dark and sexual. Not to mention kinky and provocative. Songs such as Secret Meditation, ...For You, Tongue of Fire, and Cool Domina revolve around the theme and concept of bondage. Songs such as Loveless and Possession revolve around the concept of Possession. Much of the album revolves around bondage, submission, and domination. Demonix - Demonix is a re-release of the album Demonix - Never Felt So Alive with 3 bonus tracks.
Secret Meditation explains how both partners feel adrenaline rush when engaging in acts of bondage and sadism. The song revolves around the act of bondage.
Here in secret meditation is flowing imagination. Are you afraid? Are you in shame? Focus on tension. Attention and discipline are guiding your pain. The miracle is regained. You are masked and cuffed while both you and your partner feel adrenaline rush. Hot hands inflame your naked flesh.
Thoughts vanish and senses flash here in secret meditation through a flowing imagination. Your body is stretched beyond thought. Nipples scream in silent song. Your choked cock throbs in turn. Liberate your sperm! Cum in wondrous waves by breaking through the walls of shame here in secret meditation! A miracle is regained!
Cool Domina explained how a man wants to be taken by a dominatrix.
A man wants to be dominated by a dominatrix. He doesn’t have the desire to be his own responsibility. He loves the darkness and adores the tension of struggling in bondage. In fear of suffocation. A dominatrix has got him on his knees. He wants to worship her. He knows she understands.
She’s holding him tightly. He’s helpless as a baby. He needs to be told so while his knees pressed on the cold hard floor. He’s waiting very quietly and taken each command. He’s rising to the fire beneath her dominating hand. She’s got him on his knees.
Voyeur explained the story of a mountainous man that dominatrix Sheri had as a client who wanted to be dominated by her.
The client these dominatrix Sheri had was huge. Not only tall beyond average but wobbling in an excess of pale lardlike flesh given the obvious fact that he was a mountainous man.
He wanted the two of them. Sheri knew the score. Sheri tied Sandra up with ropes with her hands behind her back. Then Sheri forced her down on her knees and tied her ankles binding them to her wrists.
Sheri set up the scene for Sandra. Now it was her turn. She started crying. So Sheri slapped her across the mouth. Then Sheri gagged Sandra with a stocking and blindfolded her.
The big man’s hand had run the zip down his trouser front and slipped his hand inside Sheri continued. Sheri kicked Sandra over so her ass stuck up, ripped off her panties, and gave her ass a slapping until it was glowing red. The big man’s hand moved quickly inside his trouser. She's still tied up in the other room.
But Sheri frowned at him. No communication allowed with this client. He only wanted to listen and watch. He was completely silent as sweat trickled down the sides of his doughy face. Sheri unhooked her black bra and her garter belt rolling her stockings down her legs. Slipping them off her feet. Sandra lays down, pale and naked on the bed, powdered and primed for exploration.
Sheri's mouth was small, her lips full, her tongue more knowing than Sandra’s in manipulating the complex nerves embedded in woman’s flesh. She sucked on a nipple while rolling the other between two small fingers bringing forth true sighs of passion. Her back involuntarily arching upwards.
From the corner of her eye she saw the big man had moved closer. His trousers dropped to the floor revealing thighs like waterlogged tree trunks. His hand worked his small penis aggressively. Sheri slid down Sandra and spread her legs with silky hands. She parted her pussy lips and pulled her clit in a sucking movement into her mouth.
She felt her little tongue darting on either side of the shaft of her swollen clit. Then she sucked it again in a kissing smacking fashion. She was exquisite and repeated the little suck-kisses making every nerve in her pussy rage with small explosions. Sandra was throbbing. She reached up, squeezing her nipples, took her pussy lips, clit, and all into her mouth in one long tongue feathering suck. And that was it.
While Sandra was lost in her own outer-space orgasm she heard a high-pitched whimper come from the big man. But her ears were too filled with the sound of pulsing to bring her down until the great pleasure wave this wondrous little Sheri sent her out on had ebbed away and she returned to my own nakedness on the bed. Sheri's sly-eyed look and the fat client struggling to retrieve his trousers.
Passion, Pleasure & Pain (Remix 1996) is 1 of the 3 bonus tracks that are on the album. The Moral Majority would be shocked if they knew the content inside of this song and heard this song. Savor all of this passion pleasure and pain from this song.
Maybe you'll want more when you’re tied up like an animal. Fucking like a beast. The body's a banquet of passion. A sexual feast! These pretty leather things. We know what they're for. Once you taste the pleasure of pain. Maybe you'll want more.
5/5*****!!
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