Telling not just a story with words, but taking you inside it and making you feel like you are there, with their interpretation. There is a huge difference between a singer who simply belts out a song that is on a page in front of them, and someone who can convey an entire experience with their voice. So, not a song about a poor girl, but a song of hope and how you can rise up no matter how far down you started. Couldn't sing this song without you if I tried Let's light it up like it's our last night We're just hanging around Burnin' it down Sippin' on some cold Jack Daniel's Jammin' to some old Alabama with you baby Laying right here naked in my bed I'm just doing my thing You love it when I sing Say it makes you feel like an angel We about to get a. She's the one sitting in the drivers seat at the end. She didn't let the naysayers and judgers stop her. She not only stayed alive, she turned her hard beginnings around, became self sufficient, successful and someone with respect for herself. And the powerful spirit of a poor young girl being abandoned to her future with only a red dress and her wits to keep her alive. Takes me to the deep South and the poverty of some who lived thru truly hard times. This song captivates me still, after 50+ years. But it is a completely different song than the other one that sounds slapped together in a few takes without a thought for the meaning. The only reason it was remade was to scoop up a boatload of money from a more modern and accepting audience. Just listening for the 784,654th time.and it's just perfect in every way. “Saturday night is givin’ me a reason to rely on the strobe lights / The lifeline of a promise in a shot glass, and I’ll take that / If you’re givin’ out love from a plastic bag,” Ed sings on the chorus, as his friend turns to new vices in hopes of feeling better. In the second verse, Ed sings about the role of grief in his friend’s plight and his dwindling faith in prayer. He continues by adding that this person is feeling the weight of having disappointed his father and doesn’t have any friends to rely on in this difficult moment. Tearin&039 it up (and burnin&039 it down) lyrics: (Kim Williams, Kent Blazy, & Garth Brooks) We all came here for a party tonight And your gonna get. “I overthink and have trouble sleepin’ / All purpose gone and don’t have a reason / And there’s no doctor to stop this bleedin’ / So I left home and jumped in the deep end,” Ed Sheeran sings in verse one. down in Louisiana just about a mile from Texarkana G D G C G In them old. Unable to find any solutions, this friend seeks a last resort in a party and the vanity that comes with it. Medlemmarna hade spelat tillsammans sedan 1959, frst som The Blues. Ed Sheeran tells the story of his friend and the myriad of troubles he is going through. “Plastic Bag” is a song about searching for an escape from personal problems and hoping to find it in the lively atmosphere of a Saturday night party. St.And struck me down when I kissed that ring You're playin' so cool Obeying every rule Dig way down in your heart You're burnin. Uncertain, unwilling Unbroken he marches on High tension, high wires All fail safes have been withdrawn Walk with your fear tucked down Deep in your pockets The shadows 100 Songs in the Key of C Hal Leonard Corp. Hah hah, be careful now Oooh Lucy would swear she made a deal with the devil I don't know but it might be on the level Under a spell, you know, she put me on the Ooh, come on! Out of love, in time I've been shoved down Spinning 'round in circles, left me upside down Turned my heart to stone, a rock don't bleed My heart is a When she can hear my heart, if she comes apart, I'll be waitingīurning down inside - the harder she falls - burning down inside My head says, we should always go our own ways, never get too close Tries so hard to walk away, she falls in love instead Turnin' like a spinning wheel, dancin' on her head To her face, I show my arm, I walk away, before I do more harmĪnd with the damage done, she won't know where to run or who to run to In her eyes, shimmers twilight, drivin' hard, it gives up the fightĪnd she fights it back, knowing that the dam could break wide openīurning down inside, nobody wants to be lonelyīurning down inside, the harder they come, the harder she falls With broken wings, she can feel the sting like a backhand over the telephone His voice on the line, one final time she hears thunder Original text at /en/882583 Play the game of indecision, come what may, she knows it isn't just
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