Song 122
Hello everybody, welcome back to the blog! Today I have a song called Misery by Creeper. It's been a long time since I reviewed a song of theirs but, I have one now so here we go. Starting off with the intro, I love how slow it starts out. It really sets the vibe, that this song is going to be emotional. Then we have the first verse: "Pretty, but he don't tell you about it. Winter scarves and skirts of velvet, still drink just like we did in school. I passed your old house, down by the cemetery. Club nights, in university. When your friends sing born to run baby, resist cause we were born to drift." Moving right along to the chorus: "If you could see the wreck I am these days, you'd have new reasons to stay away. Just hold my hand for a little while, misery never goes out of style." I love the song writing on this track, it's raw emotion at its finest. Second verse: "I see you sometimes in dreams I have, in your bra in the room you used to rent. Do you ever wish you could wake someone else? And so I wrote down a list of coroners, their names, their office phone numbers. To pronounce dead the thing we had, in tombs, ex-boyfriends bedrooms." I can feel the feelings with every word they say, the tone of the voice is everything. Mixed with the melody is really amazing. Then after the second verse, the chorus repeats again. Bringing us to the bridge: "I'm your chipped nail paint, I'm the fabric of your coat. You are all I fear, you are words I never wrote. (it repeats again with a slight key change) I'm your chipped nail paint, I'm the fabric of your coat. You are all I fear, you are words I never wrote. You are years ago." This guy in the band, is such a good singer. The chorus then repeats two more times, and the song ends. There's a little bit of an outro, with the instruments fading into the background. I love that, it slowly takes you out of the moment. Although I wish I could inject this song into my blood stream, so I can feel it forever.
Okay, that's it for this review. See you in the next one, happy listening.
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