Bônus Do TAI

Bem quando eu fiz minha review do novo disco do The Academy Is... eu não havia falado das bônus e das acústicas. Bem hoje em parceria com o o Thccnt, blog da Zizi, trazemos os downloads e as letras.

Every Burden Has A Version continua o cd com algo com uma batida daquelas bandas anos 80. Já Sodium é uma surpresa, com um ritmo acelerado que lembra muito faixas do Almost Here já é uma das minhas favoritas deles.

About A Girl e His Girl Friday em versões acústicas resgatam a ótima voz do Willian, fortalecendo a qualidade do som. Confiram abaixo as letras:

Sodium

Don't call, don't write
Don't speak my name
Though we've tried this twice
I'm just another face
Even when you're running out of luck
You think we'll get it right this time
Get it right, all right, all right, all right

Run
In another five months
You'll be alone
And you'll drive around this empty town
To the places
To the places we used to go
You gotta get used to going out
And you'll drive around this empty town
To the places
To the places we used to go

By now, by now, I'm sure you've heard
So you called me yesrteday
But I had nothin' to say
Message said I'm running out of time
So, so much for the honesty
Because, after all, you know you've won

Run
In another five months
You'll be alone
And you'll drive around this empty town
To the places
To the places we used to go
You gotta get used to going out
And you'll drive around this empty town
To the places
To the places we used to go

I'll write you one more song
Spell it out for you to leave you
Where you're standing now
You're running out of lies
So, so much for the honesty
Because, after all, you know you've won

Run
In another five months
You'll be alone
And you'll drive around this empty town
To the places
To the places we used to go
You gotta get used to going out
And you'll drive around this empty town
To the places
To the places we used to go
To the places
To the places we used to go
To the places
To the places we used to go


Every Burden Has A Version

She'd rather repair her face
With the lights turned off
The door wide open in an empty house
The frozen minutes are melting slow
As she watches from the window

The street light's flickering
Like a tongue that can't stop licking
Like the cat that got the cream
She's never gonna be
She's never gonna be quite satisfied

Just like a hundred dollar bill
Folded up and tearing at the crease
There's not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see
Every burden has a version in somebody else

She smokes her smokes outside to avoid the fight
She'd rather be enjoying the silent stillness
Of the suburbs after midnight
What's the point?
Don't try to hide
Don't justify a thing

She's so naive to think she'd be capable
Like the cat that got the cream
She's never gonna be
She's never gonna be quite satisfied

Just like a hundred dollar bill
Folded up and tearing at the crease
There's not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see (x2)

This will be the last time
(This will be)
She hides her eyes behind her hair
This will be the last time
(This will be)
This will be the last time

Just like a hundred dollar bill
Folded up and tearing at the crease
There's not much left inside your chest
But it's worth much more than what you see (x2)

This will be the last time
(This will be)
She hides her eyes behind her hair
This will be the last time
(This will be)
This will be the last time
This will be the last time
(This will be)
She hides her eyes behind her hair
This will be the last time
(This will be)
There's one last chance to say goodbye