Musica de Allan Louderback del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Allan Louderback tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
[Verse 1]
Everyone knew the end of our story
Before I even saw a flag
(How sad is that)
Out of the blue you quit writing poetry
And telling me how your day was
I’ve waited so long to say that
I can’t save you
From the way you stand there
Waiting for your plants to die
And you wonder why
[Chorus]
Aren’t you growing tired of scattering remains
And waiting to see if the weatherman’s gonna change his tie
Cuz green means summer, and fuchsia brings the rain
They say
Well do you recall
The color he wore on the day
The day wе passed away
[Verse 2]
20 degrees and she’s rеfusing my sweater
Says she’s better off this way
(Wh.. what does that mean?)
Well there’s superstitious and then there’s you
With your fetish
For noticing the blemishes
Your only defense is
Your horoscope said to be a pessimist
I can’t hate you
But the way you made me
Feel like a losing bet
I can’t forgive just yet
[Chorus]
Darling, aren’t you growing tired of scattering remains
And waiting to see if the weatherman’s gonna change his tie
Cuz green means summer, and fuchsia brings the rain
They say
Well do you recall
The color he wore on the day
The day we passed away
[Verse 3]
When I didn’t wanna be an artist
If it meant
That I’d become the hardest man to love
To the girl who’s shaking the 8-ball a little too much
Aren’t you growing tired of scattering remains
And waiting to see if the weatherman’s gonna change his tie
Cuz green means summer, and fuchsia brings the rain
They say
Well do you recall the color he wore
On the day
As I recall
It was a lavender-mauve
On the day
The day we passed away