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Sublime - "Hope" - 40oz. to Freedom
Here lies Sublime's cover of The Descendents' "Hope." I am not opposed to lending you a cover. This is 10,000 Ghosts, and it's going to be 10,000 of my favorite songs (and versions) of all time.
When he starts to lie,
when he makes you cry,
You know I'll be there.
My day will come,
I know someday
I'll be the only one.
Because of the speed and ferocity (unlike the slower tempo of the original) with which the instruments back the vocals, some may miss the message. It's a desperate plea for a girl to understand that she's hurting herself by pursuing continued relationships with jagoffs and dismissing the lead singer who, through extrapolation, feels that he'd be perfect for her.
The desperation is evident, and though he didn't write the lyrics, Bradley Nowell's interpretation of them comes off both venomous and as a plea for understanding. There's a sorrow which alludes to the singer's feelings of lonliness without this girl for whom he plainly longs.
After seeming like a lonely, understanding and reasonable gentleman who will wait for the one he truly loves, Bradley's venom spews forth the following lines late in the song:
You say you want perfection,
I see your self destruction.
You don't know what you want,
it's gonna take you a year to find out.
In the end, the singer's conviction shines through, knowing full well that the lover who spurned him will realize in time what exactly she's lost. That which was lost never was though, as the singer reassures his unrequited love that he understands her need to see if there is anyone better than he. There isn't.
To all men stuck in the friend zone: You're retarded. Just tell them and move onward. No equal and opposite reaction can come from initial inaction.
Women who have really, really close guy friends: There's a 99.8% chance that he worships the ground you walk on, but is too scared to tell you. It's easier to live with the idea of what may be than the prospect of what ne'er will.
We don't control the outcome of the events in our life, but we hold ultimate power over our actions which contribute to the end result of said events. I never claimed innocence from hypocrisy.
Love,
Hoffie
Here lies Sublime's cover of The Descendents' "Hope." I am not opposed to lending you a cover. This is 10,000 Ghosts, and it's going to be 10,000 of my favorite songs (and versions) of all time.
When he starts to lie,
when he makes you cry,
You know I'll be there.
My day will come,
I know someday
I'll be the only one.
Because of the speed and ferocity (unlike the slower tempo of the original) with which the instruments back the vocals, some may miss the message. It's a desperate plea for a girl to understand that she's hurting herself by pursuing continued relationships with jagoffs and dismissing the lead singer who, through extrapolation, feels that he'd be perfect for her.
The desperation is evident, and though he didn't write the lyrics, Bradley Nowell's interpretation of them comes off both venomous and as a plea for understanding. There's a sorrow which alludes to the singer's feelings of lonliness without this girl for whom he plainly longs.
After seeming like a lonely, understanding and reasonable gentleman who will wait for the one he truly loves, Bradley's venom spews forth the following lines late in the song:
You say you want perfection,
I see your self destruction.
You don't know what you want,
it's gonna take you a year to find out.
In the end, the singer's conviction shines through, knowing full well that the lover who spurned him will realize in time what exactly she's lost. That which was lost never was though, as the singer reassures his unrequited love that he understands her need to see if there is anyone better than he. There isn't.
To all men stuck in the friend zone: You're retarded. Just tell them and move onward. No equal and opposite reaction can come from initial inaction.
Women who have really, really close guy friends: There's a 99.8% chance that he worships the ground you walk on, but is too scared to tell you. It's easier to live with the idea of what may be than the prospect of what ne'er will.
We don't control the outcome of the events in our life, but we hold ultimate power over our actions which contribute to the end result of said events. I never claimed innocence from hypocrisy.
Love,
Hoffie
