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Rating: There are times when my mother passes by my room and inadvertently listens to what I have playing on the stereo because the volume is quite high. Sometimes she asks me who I'm listening to because she likes it, like the other day I was listening to Vinicio, she really liked it and I lent her "canzoni a manovella," then there are times she says "turn down that racket and come down to dinner," which happened yesterday. (for those curious, the racket was the Casualties)
Today was different, she didn’t tell me to turn it down, she didn’t ask me to lend her the disc, she asked if I wanted to see a specialist, and she also said there was nothing to be ashamed of; it seems that the fact I was listening to Bring Me The Horizon made my mother think that I’m out of it, listening to someone vomiting, that I have problems. But I have to say, the most powerful scream my mother has ever heard in her life is John Lennon in "Twist and Shout."
I explained to her that BMTH is awesome, they play Grindcore, a musical genre that makes the bass drums go to 3000, you hear people vomiting, and you listen to it at a very high volume. I lent her "Suicide Season", a very beautiful, violent album, 10 tracks that flow well, and to think that the screamer...uhm, sorry the singer of the group is a 22-year-old kid, and he's even vegetarian!!! You might say (what’s the issue with him being vegetarian?) but how? I say, he plays Grindcore, he can’t be vegetarian, I thought he drank dead goat milk or something like that hahahah.
Anyway, my mother brought back the disc after three minutes, she didn’t like it and, even better, when I opened the case, my beloved disc was gone, and instead... A Neil Sedaka disc.
Moral of the story: There's only one mom, all the others are nobody.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Chelsea Smile (05:02)
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
It sits in silence, eats away at me.
It feeds like cancer. This guilt could fill a fucking sea.
Pulling teeth, wolves at my door.
Now falling and failing is all I know.
This disease is getting worse.
I counted my blessings, now I'll count this curse.
The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night.
I'm buried and breathing in regret.
Yeah!
The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night.
I'm buried and breathing in regret.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
I may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way I'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear.
I see the vultures, they watch me bleed.
They lick their lips, as all the shame spills out of me.
Repent! Repent! The end is nigh!
Repent! Repent! We're all gonna die!
Repent! Repent! These secrets will kill us!
So get on your knees, and pray for...
Repent! Repent! The end is nigh!
Repent! Repent! We're all gonna die!
Repent! Repent! These secrets will kill us!
So get on your knees, and pray for forgiveness!
We all carry these things inside that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea.
I look up to the sky, there may be nothing there to see.
But if I don't believe in him, why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Ruh!
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you will never know.
You will never know.
I know something you don't know.
08 The Sadness Will Never End (05:22)
Our legs begin to break
We've walked this path for far too long
My lungs, they start to ache
But still we carry on
I'm choking on my words
Like I got a noose around my neck
I can't believe it's come to this
And dear, I fear
That this ship is sinking tonight
I won't give up on you
These scars won't tear us apart
So don't give up on me
It's not too late for us
And I'll save you from yourself
And I'll save you from yourself
Our legs begin to break
We've walked this path for far too long
My lungs begin to ache
But still we carry on
I'm choking on my words
Like I got a noose around my neck
I'm not coming home tonight
I'm not coming home tonight
'Cause dear I fear, dear I fear
I'm not coming home tonight
I'm not coming home tonight
'Cause dear I fear
This ship is sinking
Is there hope for us?
Can we make it out alive?
I can taste the failure on your lips
Is there hope for us?
Can we make it out alive?
I can taste the failure
Close your eyes
There's nothing we can do
But sleep in this bed that we made for ourselves
You're trapped in your past
Like it's six feet under
I won't give up on you
These scars won't tear us apart
So don't give up on me
It's not too late for us
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself
Try to numb the pain
With alcohol and pills
But it won't repair your trust
You can't stand on two fucking feet
With a substance as a crutch
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy
09 No Need for Introductions, I've Read About Girls Like You on the Backs of Toilet Doors (00:59)
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By mourning_palace
We are presented with dizzying breakdowns, desperate screams, and riffs as melodic as they are evil.
Equipped with a sound as fierce as it is sorrowful and melodic, BMTH have produced a beautiful album.
