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Sara (take 7)
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A tune I wrote to go with some lyrics that I wrote, inspired by a conversation with a friend. I took it the next step by turning him into a stalker.
starky aetherius rab town
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A strange hybrid of Alternative rock, Indie, folk, industrial, and punk.
Just one guy. I play all the instruments (except the drums...they're programmed...cause I can't play drums...) Anyway, yeah, I play songs that I make up. the end.
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Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #559
Peak in subgenre #95
Author
Starky
Rights
starkymusix
Uploaded
June 23, 2004
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MP3 5.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The first two verses are actually direct quotes from a friend of mine who got a crush on a cheerleader who was visiting his school. I made them rhyme, and kept writing, but it turned into a song about a stalker.
Lyrics
I met this lovely girl today. She was a cheerleader. She was beautiful and nice...I think. I don't have a girlfriend but I did stay in a Holiday Inn Express. A room for one or less. And I saved her a mint. They're good. I guess... Chorus: I wish you'd give an I-L-O-V-E you to me. I'd come to all your games Just to see me lose. You're always talking to someone who isn't me. Her smile was wide and beautiful. It was framed by her light brown hair. And in her eyes a spark... of love, maybe? I said hello to her today. But She didn't look at me. Why does she always ignore me When I'm 30 feet away? She's got spongebob on her socks. It's cute, sort of. Chorus I walked her to her house today. I hid behind the trees When she turned around. It's love...I know. She wasn't home at all today. I let myself in. She likes stuffed animals. I slept in her bed. I smelled her sheets. It's French. She thinks. Bridge: In her bedroom memories of a love we have. all her walls are pink she's a classic, to the end. I smelled her panties. Reminds me of home. I knew she loved me most today. She looked right at me. The glint of steel I knew so well reflecting back at me. That look in her eyes A smile, or not. She recognized me on her stairs. And then the spell was cast her hands to her bleeding heart. tears running down her face. Her glazed over eyes. It's love. I know.
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