hari ini entah mengapa, this 3 songs stuck in my head.
1. Northern Downpour – Panic At The Disco
If all our life is but a dream
Fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me
And then she said she can’t believe
Genius only comes along
In storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs
Northern downpour sends its love
Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don’t you go down
Sugarcane in the easy mornin’
Weathervanes my one and lonely
The ink is running toward the page
It’s chasin’ off the days
Look back at boat feet
And that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me
Through playful lips made of yarn
That fragile Capricorn
Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves
I know the world’s a broken bone
But melt your headaches, call it home
Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don’t you go down
Sugarcane in the easy mornin’
Weathervanes my one and lonely
[x3]
Sugarcane (hey moon) in
(Hey moon) the easy mornin’
Weathervanes (hey moon) my
(Hey moon) one and lonely
Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin’
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely
[Continues in background:]
Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin’
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely
Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don’t you go down
You are at the top of my lungs
Drawn to the ones who never yawn
[x2]

2. Move Along – The All American Reject
Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you’ve had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your…
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me, when are you gonna keep it strong
Move along, move along like I know ya do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through move along
move along
So a day when you’ve lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceivin
All the days held in your…
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold
Speak to me, when are you gonna keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
when every thing is wrong, we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
when every thing is wrong, we move along
along, along (we move along),along
[Softly:]
When are you gonna keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know ya do.
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along
[Loudly:]
Just to make through,
When are you gonna keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know ya do.
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
[x2]
Move along(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along (Go on, go on, go on, go on)
[simultaniously]
[Fade out]

3. Is It a Progression if Cannibal Use a Fork ? – Chiodos
Listen up sweetie.
We all know that you’re a beautiful girl in this horrible world.
In this suggestion of horror.
The portraits on the walls…
Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow.
Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow me!
Out of tune this tale of terror.
The solemn tolling of the funeral bells.
I want to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours
where everyday’s a Bone Palace Ballet.
Biting the flesh from your finger.
You know, I just can’t help myself.
I wish to believe, but belief is a graveyard.
May this light never see morning, as finally one will not.
Maybe you’re the one that’s overrated.
Shriek and scream much too horrified to speak.
Out of tune this tale of terror.
The solemn tolling of the funeral bells.
I want to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours
where everyday’s a Bone Palace Ballet.
(Flowers of red, begin to bloom on the white sheets in her room.
Our lifeless bodies lying there rotting. For all of time, and eternity)
This morning I woke up, I rubbed my eyes,
and I took a quick glance around the room,
and saw what happened here last night.
There was blood on the walls,
and the sheets smelled like sweat and sex.
We have narrowed it down to a butcher knife,
and the mockingbird with the blood.
Out of tune this tale of terror.
The solemn tolling of the funeral bells.
I want to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours
where everyday’s a Bone Palace Ballet.
