Ac/dc Down Payment Blues Lyrics の小説・ストーリー

♪Turn down the bed. ♪Turn down these voices♪ ♪Inside my head.♪ ♪Lay down with me;♪ ♪Tell me no lies.♪ Yet he told me lies, he lied to me. ♪Just hold me close;♪ ♪Don't patronize.♪ ♪Don't patronize me.♪ ♪Cuz I can't make you love me♪ My heart clench at the lyrics and I down the rest of the drink in one go. He really does want to die. I place my bottle back on the table with a loud thud, my body turning one eighty degrees to face the blond guy who seems to stop singing when his eyes catches mine.

Ace's voice was smooth and velvety, his deep baritone complimenting mine, bringing the abandoned cabin to life. “TRUST IN ME WHEN I SAY: OH PRETTY BABY,” we continued as I danced around him. Ace continued to sing as he looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. “DON’T BRING ME DOWN, I PRAY, OH PRETTY BABY,” We sang as I danced over to his other side. He looked down at me, our faces inches apart again. “NOW THAT I FOUND YOU STAY,” We sang. Our smiles stretching from ear to ear as our eyes were locked.

Four years, no calls Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar, and I-I-I can't stop No, I-I-I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older You look as good as the day I met you I forget just why I left you, I was insane Stay and play that Blink-182 song That we beat to death in Tucson, okay I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car, and Four years, no call Now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar, and I

To show Avicii I was cool And when I finally got sober, felt ten years older But fuck it, it was something to do I'm living out in LA I drive a sports car just to prove I'm a real big baller 'cause I made a million dollars And I spend it on girls and shoes But you don't wanna be high like me Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing Stuck up on that stage singing All I know are sad songs, sad songs Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs I'm just a singer who already blew his shot I get along with old time

“I heard that you're settled down, “That you found a girl and you're married now, “I heard that your dreams came true, “Guess she gave you things, I didn't give to you, “Old friend, why are you so shy, “Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light, “I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited, “But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it, “I had hoped you'd see my face, “And that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't over.”

Eden started fingerpicking the guitar to the tune of Pale Blue Eyes by The Velvet Underground and started singing along to the rhythm. Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby, you just Make me mad Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes Eden was singing with her eyes closed, but she could sense that everyone was looking at her. Thought of you as my mountain top Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had but couldn't keep I've had but couldn't keep Linger on Your pale blue eyes

Joy was so furious that her voice cracked as she said, “A down payment?! Miles, have you completely lost your mind?! “They are online loans! From loan sharks! We’re millions in debt! You call that a down payment?!” “Yes, a down payment,” I said calmly. “It’s only right that you each pay for your own apartment with your own money. That way, you can truly call it your home. “You’ll just have to work hard to cover the mortgage payments yourselves now. Best of luck! “What, are you planning to default on the mortgage already?” “You vile, despicable trash!” Joy completely lost it. She swore and cursed at me.

Try me with your best weapon, Break me with your strongest blow, Stab me with your sharpest knife, Make me bleed till you heart enraptures. Keep repeating till you leave nothing of me Till I am brought down to ashes. But when you stop, When your hands worn out, When your happiness reaches the seventh cloud. Then will I play my Ace. Then will be my time to rise. To rise from my own ashes. Then will be my time to bring you as down as high you went.

He only knows that the man is not dead because his fingers were tapping on the glass as the singer in the background sang with all his heart. “How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood You're my downfall, you're my muse My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues I can't stop singing, it's ringing in my head for you My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges

“You weren’t just anything. Don’t think that way about yourself.” I swallowed. The tears didn’t come this time. Maybe I was too tired. Or maybe I just didn’t have anything left to cry out. “I’m ready to go home,” I said finally. “Yeah,” Blair said. “Let’s go.” We walked back to the car and got in, and I looked back as Blair began to drive. This was definitely the sort of place I wouldn’t mind coming back to. When Blair put the stereo on again, I sang in a low, broken hum along to Etta James’ I'd Rather Go Blind.