Letra de The Lead/Sunset
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act 1- performance that they'll never forget
and every second of suspense is a lit cigarette
that burns both ends, hopelessly focused, a kamikaze
and every second of suspense is a lit cigarette
that burns both ends, hopelessly focused, a kamikaze
longing for a little clemency, a hint of camaraderie
inaudibly bradcasting appeal to the world
even with a million mics, can't appeal the girl
he appears to unfurl and hovers the stage
every sip of suicide loosens the locks on the chains
he's talking deranged- call it the charm of dependence
the pain of recent times a sign for needed repentance
ending the minute he's pursued, pursuit of another
replacing true love with a lover
and deep under cover, not really aware of the reason
seeking the company of strangers, not these people who need him
he makes friends, makes friendships, makes-believe
the role of creator assures he's playing the lead
arrives promptly to the set
try to memorize the part so he won't forget
but he's known for ad-libbing at times
with a tendency to step on lines
he's in the lead but for what, a disaster?
the direction doesn't state what he's after
he's in the lead but for what, a romance?
the production doesn't offer a chance
act 2- in which we see the conflict is heightened
although our hero isn't shaken nor frightened
the impending conclusion presents a challenge reminiscent of past days
the last phase, all-consumed by a trapped maze
and that way, he could stay unnoticed, unheard
obey the blocking, read the script by the word
eventually, his diligence led to monotony
and constantly noted on ways to play the action properly
coupled with costars who considered him their property
turning his artistic achievement into a mockery
made him regret all the times he motivated and shared with her
but in the end, it helped develop his character
so now he swears by the aid of an actress
despite the fact that it's been years since he's practiced
he'll make it up- the craft of acting takes will and determination
one day, he'll find someone to embrace him
arrives promptly to the set
try to memorize the part so he won't forget
but he's known for ad-libbing at times
with a tendency to step on lines
(his own lines)
he's in the lead but for what, a romance?
the production doesn't offer a chance
he's in the lead but for what, a satire?
the writing ridicules the desire
you can't say that we didn't try
turning a "you and me" into "us" before we split like a "Y," I
pull the shades, take a glimpse at the sky
every time the sun sets, it genuflects a goodbye
now we never had a formal farewell
electronic correspondence- kiss and do not tell
don't well up all the facts, the brass tacks are gratuitous
although a part of me secretly wishes that the two of us
could've made it- or made the time or made the effort essential
to swallow pride and see the greatest potential
instrumental to the downfall was latent autonomy
from previous relation declines, like the economy
honestly, intuitively, I was withdrawn
and you were too engaged to respond
or maybe it was all just a case of wrong time, wrong place
but it's useless to me now that you're gone
inaudibly bradcasting appeal to the world
even with a million mics, can't appeal the girl
he appears to unfurl and hovers the stage
every sip of suicide loosens the locks on the chains
he's talking deranged- call it the charm of dependence
the pain of recent times a sign for needed repentance
ending the minute he's pursued, pursuit of another
replacing true love with a lover
and deep under cover, not really aware of the reason
seeking the company of strangers, not these people who need him
he makes friends, makes friendships, makes-believe
the role of creator assures he's playing the lead
arrives promptly to the set
try to memorize the part so he won't forget
but he's known for ad-libbing at times
with a tendency to step on lines
he's in the lead but for what, a disaster?
the direction doesn't state what he's after
he's in the lead but for what, a romance?
the production doesn't offer a chance
act 2- in which we see the conflict is heightened
although our hero isn't shaken nor frightened
the impending conclusion presents a challenge reminiscent of past days
the last phase, all-consumed by a trapped maze
and that way, he could stay unnoticed, unheard
obey the blocking, read the script by the word
eventually, his diligence led to monotony
and constantly noted on ways to play the action properly
coupled with costars who considered him their property
turning his artistic achievement into a mockery
made him regret all the times he motivated and shared with her
but in the end, it helped develop his character
so now he swears by the aid of an actress
despite the fact that it's been years since he's practiced
he'll make it up- the craft of acting takes will and determination
one day, he'll find someone to embrace him
arrives promptly to the set
try to memorize the part so he won't forget
but he's known for ad-libbing at times
with a tendency to step on lines
(his own lines)
he's in the lead but for what, a romance?
the production doesn't offer a chance
he's in the lead but for what, a satire?
the writing ridicules the desire
you can't say that we didn't try
turning a "you and me" into "us" before we split like a "Y," I
pull the shades, take a glimpse at the sky
every time the sun sets, it genuflects a goodbye
now we never had a formal farewell
electronic correspondence- kiss and do not tell
don't well up all the facts, the brass tacks are gratuitous
although a part of me secretly wishes that the two of us
could've made it- or made the time or made the effort essential
to swallow pride and see the greatest potential
instrumental to the downfall was latent autonomy
from previous relation declines, like the economy
honestly, intuitively, I was withdrawn
and you were too engaged to respond
or maybe it was all just a case of wrong time, wrong place
but it's useless to me now that you're gone
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