"I was at the Grammies sitting behind Chuck and across Elvis Costello when I began writing Infinity On High. As I sat there in my Sunday best (I splurged on an Italian maroon ascot) watching Stevie Wonder and Alicia Keys duet a capella, I decided in a room full of innovators that on our two گزشتہ albums, I had contribited nothing to pop music.
My saying so is in no way meant as a slight to our indie debut Take This To Your Grave, a strong if derivative pop-punk album from a young band yet uninterested in finding itself. I have slightly less positive things to say of its succesor, the exponentially مزید succesful but creatively inconsistent From Under The Cork درخت for which we were nominated that night.
It downed on me that, were we to win, we wouldn't have deserved it. We rightfully lost, I rode back to my hotel, ripped the ascot out of my collar, walked across the street, ate رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا alone, and wondered to myself what would have to change in order for me to feel مزید confortable with accolades.
Fear. I was afraid of being who I was musically. Pete was always honest and brave lyrically. Joe and Andy were in their playing as well. But I was timd and hid behind convention as well as re-imaginings of other peoples innovations.
I went back to my hotel and began simply writing without fear of how our audience یا critics would react. When we ultimately recorded, I sang how I did at ہوم for myself, not in the way I had learned to sing "Punk-rock".
While I won't say Infinity On High was our best album, I will say it was a watershed of me creatively. Zero Grammy nominations though.
P.V.S"
My saying so is in no way meant as a slight to our indie debut Take This To Your Grave, a strong if derivative pop-punk album from a young band yet uninterested in finding itself. I have slightly less positive things to say of its succesor, the exponentially مزید succesful but creatively inconsistent From Under The Cork درخت for which we were nominated that night.
It downed on me that, were we to win, we wouldn't have deserved it. We rightfully lost, I rode back to my hotel, ripped the ascot out of my collar, walked across the street, ate رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا alone, and wondered to myself what would have to change in order for me to feel مزید confortable with accolades.
Fear. I was afraid of being who I was musically. Pete was always honest and brave lyrically. Joe and Andy were in their playing as well. But I was timd and hid behind convention as well as re-imaginings of other peoples innovations.
I went back to my hotel and began simply writing without fear of how our audience یا critics would react. When we ultimately recorded, I sang how I did at ہوم for myself, not in the way I had learned to sing "Punk-rock".
While I won't say Infinity On High was our best album, I will say it was a watershed of me creatively. Zero Grammy nominations though.
P.V.S"
So I've been googleling (it's that how آپ write that verb?)the lyrics of this song and there's a lots of versions,so I'll try to just make one,if آپ think that my ears have too much wax, تبصرہ and I'll ترمیم it...
I got the midnight tennis elbow
Got the solitaire burn
Took a turn
An ace up my sleeve (so to speak)
I wanna choke (you)
Get sick off of آپ
Like سیکنڈ hand smoke
Ya got me sweeting like Calcuta nights
Just return epiphany
I am a wing (wing)
I'm a prayer (prayer)
A thimble in the making
A promise from a poor apocathary
To an understudy in love fornlon
I'll give a heatstroke
I'm gettin' آپ and I'm losin' me
We'd get legendary
Tonight little darlin'
Uh huh,little darlin'
But I've got a nomadic head
I love آپ but I caught the doom and dread
I got the midnight tennis elbow
Got the solitaire burn
Took a turn
An ace up my sleeve (so to speak)
I wanna choke (you)
Get sick off of آپ
Like سیکنڈ hand smoke
Ya got me sweeting like Calcuta nights
Just return epiphany
I am a wing (wing)
I'm a prayer (prayer)
A thimble in the making
A promise from a poor apocathary
To an understudy in love fornlon
I'll give a heatstroke
I'm gettin' آپ and I'm losin' me
We'd get legendary
Tonight little darlin'
Uh huh,little darlin'
But I've got a nomadic head
I love آپ but I caught the doom and dread