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Kind Notes


This video has inspired a new page on this blog. The reason being, this is an interesting story about the singer who is a lone guy in his bedroom (at home with who?) and he writes his songs. He then produces them, and brings in people but are they with him, or are they musicians for hire? Well, I don’t know until he contacts me. The one thing I do know, he has a really damn good video. If you like music a little harder, and think this is a little lollypop, I think you are sucking too hard to get to the middle, without watching the clues to the words and the scene shots. If you are a thinker, or if you have ever been in this situation, then you know what is going on here. If your mind is so unopened that you said this is stupid and didn’t finish the video….then I’m going to ask you a few questions.

1) Who is the dark haired girl in the beginning and is that her real hair color?

2) How does the blond girl feel on the train?

3) Who was being impolite by calling non-stop?

4) Who is happy in the end of this situation?

5) How many points of view are in the lyrics to the song?

6) What is the meaning of “I walk the line like Johnny Cash?”

7) What does the word “fold” mean in context of this video?

8) Who is the “Elaborate Difference”?

9) Who is Tommy Boy?

10) Why Brooklyn?

11) Whose car is that?

OK….I’m going to give you the lyrics to help you out but you have to actually match everything up because we know that the editor certainly probably took a lot of shit from the singer to get this story right.

Friday night became so lonely,
When you came to make a break,
That seemed to take all day to make me angry ’cause I
Like you, maybe I’m just Like You
Holding on to something that we know we can not hold
or fold it seems we just can’t forget
Are you frightened, by perfection?
Is this who you are, not who you want to be,

I walk the line like Johnny Cash
I made the bus in seconds flat
I called your line too many times
I’m not obsessed, just impolite.

Sunday came and went so quickly
now you say you want me back
you will hold on, despite my cons,
it seems we’re meant to hate it!
Being so dependent.
[ Plushgun Lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com ]
But it seems we can believe that we’re two peas in this pod
we call New York, gets so lonesome.
Are you frightened, by neglection?
Am I who you want to see yourself to be?

I walk the line like Johnny Cash
I made the bus in seconds flat
I called your line too many times
I’m not obsessed, just impolite

You’re stuck on me, you don’t know why
Can’t leave me anytime you try
They say that everybody cries
so don’t think twice ’cause it’s alright.

Stay here,
Touching you, touching the light in your eyes
That keeps coming back

Tell I, tell me I do

I, tell me I do

I, tell me I do

I, tell me I do

I, tell me I do

I, tell me I do

I, tell me I do

I, tell me I do

I, tell me I do

I, tell me I do

I, tell me I do

I, tell me I do

I, tell me I do

I, tell me I do

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