I didn't like Paramore before. I guess because I have an 11-year old Japanese girl student who is a total fan girl of theirs.
Then some shite hit the fan. And then Dr. Langit prescribed "That's What You Get" to me.
Hwow. They have a point.
So I gave a chance to their other songs. Turn It Off has been on loop mode since the day I first listened to it and now I Caught Myself (from the Twilight Soundtrack, not the album version. I knooow. Spell cheese but the version from the OST is better. Mas malalim ang tagos sa kaluluwa).
Apparently, the band's name, Paramore is a derivative of the word paramour which, according to the Oxford American Dictionaries (yes, I consulted a series of) is a noun meaning a lover, esp. the illicit partner of a married person.
Excuse me. Are you trying to hurt me in some way?
Furthermore, paramour is from the Old French par amour "by love."
Some synonyms include lover, significant other, (Wait. It gets harsher.) inamorata, mistress, kept woman, other woman, concubine.
Just to show you how ugly Paramore songs strike me in the face, let me share some hardcore lines:
I wonder how am I supposed to feel when you're not here
'Cause I've burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding on to silly things
I never learn.
That's what you get when you let your heart win.
Whoa-aaa. *Extend "whoa" for as long as necessary.*
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
You got it, you got it. Some kind of magic.
Hypnotic, hypnotic.
You're leaving me breathless.
I hate this. I hate this.
You're not the one I believe in.
I don't know what I want but I know it's not you.
I know in my heart it's not you.
And the worst part is before it gets any better we're heading for a cliff.
And in the free fall I will realize I'm better off when I hit the bottom.
...So wrong the way we're working towards a goal that's nonexistent
It's not existent.
But we just keep believing.
Ouch if ouch, writhe? I cannot believe some girl as cool as Miss Paramore was someone's paramour and not THE number 1.
Oh well, Veronica's and my theory about "quiet" and "preserved" (Yes, preserved. Like mango chutney.) girls still stands.
Maybe some girls are just quiet not because they're mysterious but because they have nothing interesting to say.
Then some shite hit the fan. And then Dr. Langit prescribed "That's What You Get" to me.
Hwow. They have a point.
So I gave a chance to their other songs. Turn It Off has been on loop mode since the day I first listened to it and now I Caught Myself (from the Twilight Soundtrack, not the album version. I knooow. Spell cheese but the version from the OST is better. Mas malalim ang tagos sa kaluluwa).
Apparently, the band's name, Paramore is a derivative of the word paramour which, according to the Oxford American Dictionaries (yes, I consulted a series of) is a noun meaning a lover, esp. the illicit partner of a married person.
Excuse me. Are you trying to hurt me in some way?
Furthermore, paramour is from the Old French par amour "by love."
Some synonyms include lover, significant other, (Wait. It gets harsher.) inamorata, mistress, kept woman, other woman, concubine.
Just to show you how ugly Paramore songs strike me in the face, let me share some hardcore lines:
I wonder how am I supposed to feel when you're not here
'Cause I've burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding on to silly things
I never learn.
That's what you get when you let your heart win.
Whoa-aaa. *Extend "whoa" for as long as necessary.*
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
You got it, you got it. Some kind of magic.
Hypnotic, hypnotic.
You're leaving me breathless.
I hate this. I hate this.
You're not the one I believe in.
I don't know what I want but I know it's not you.
I know in my heart it's not you.
And the worst part is before it gets any better we're heading for a cliff.
And in the free fall I will realize I'm better off when I hit the bottom.
...So wrong the way we're working towards a goal that's nonexistent
It's not existent.
But we just keep believing.
Ouch if ouch, writhe? I cannot believe some girl as cool as Miss Paramore was someone's paramour and not THE number 1.
Oh well, Veronica's and my theory about "quiet" and "preserved" (Yes, preserved. Like mango chutney.) girls still stands.
Maybe some girls are just quiet not because they're mysterious but because they have nothing interesting to say.
The girls who vomit words
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