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Valentine
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Grunge/alt-metal (grungemetal anyone?) from Göteborg/Gothenburg (NOT Scandinavian/Gothenburg metal, despite of location)
Some kind of rock/pop/grunge/funk/alt-metal band from Gothenburg, Sweden. Fungus is music for fans of dual distorted guitars (as well as clean guitars, for Nirvana-esque stop-start dynamics), screamed melodies (because that's how I sound best), powerful yet dynamic drumming and bass that is allowed to take a lot och space (watch out for Robin's occasional Claypoolisms) without overshadowing catchy songs, of which many would do pretty well as acoustic versions (give us an acoustic gig and we'll even do an acoustic version of Valentine if you like). Don't read this, listen to the songs instead! Will do weddings, birthday parties, bar/bat mitzwahs, etc.
Song Info
Genre
Metal • Alternative Metal
Charts
Peak #116
Peak in subgenre #26
Author
Tomas Rauhala
Rights
2005
Uploaded
June 13, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I think the title together with the tone of the music pretty much speaks for itself. I think most people who've ever been in love can relate to this song. For those who either have never been in love or have never experienced unhappy love, the feeling this song is supposed to convey is love sucks!
Lyrics
Aniversaries sucks just like couples in general Just like the things you might get to like Just so they can go away Therefore, I enjoy nothing but misery I feel devoured, I feel deflowered I feel devoured, deflowered again What do you mean? There won't be a next time! There won't be a next time! What the hell are you thinking about me? There won't be a next time! There won't be a next time! Who the hell would be my valentine? I feel devoured, I feel deflowered I feel devoured, deflowered again How many times do I have to tell you there won't be a next time? Remember hearing those little big words once i KNEW it was a lie Know I'll never hear those words again can't stand listening to all my friends saying I will, but even if someone did I'd know it'd be a lie just like then Each time I bleed, it's a part of my soul Each time I bleed, love takes its toll And this time, i don't even know If I would survive, another blow
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